Poison-ivy016

can freaky bots pls stop following me, minor, 🇵🇸

[andy-rew62]

Call me Pinocchio with how much I wanna be a real boy

[theromanarchives]

Parking lot sunsets

[poisonivy-016]

i wish ancient egypt got the same glaze ancient greeks get

[poisonivy-016]

music is a coping mechanism

[v1ktorian]

I wish to love

[meekons]

Hello🦀⚾️ been a while

[poisonivy-016]

who am i if not lost in space?

[poisonivy-016]

and when he comes, tell him to pack his bags coz he's going to

[thesecretsecrethistory]

when Donna Tartt said “ I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive. ” i felt that

[ameeragazasblog]

Please don't ignore my message. It may be my family's only chance.

My name is Ameera, and I am a mother from Gaza.

Before the war, I had dreams like everyone else. I wanted to finish my education, build a peaceful home with my husband, and give our daughter a beautiful future.

Instead, the war took everything.

Our home was destroyed. My husband was injured. We lost our safety, our stability, and the life we spent years dreaming about. Every day has become a struggle to find the basics our little daughter needs.

I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance to survive.

I cannot create a donation campaign by myself, and that is why I am reaching out to you. If you know how to create a trusted fundraising page, or if you are willing to sponsor one for my family, please contact me.

You may be the only person who sees this message and has the ability to change our lives.

Please don't keep scrolling.

If you cannot help us directly, please share our story. One share can reach someone who can.

Every moment matters. Every act of kindness matters. Every person who stands with us gives my family another reason to keep hoping.

Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for giving my daughter a chance at a future.

#gazavetters

[apollosunn-moved-deactivated202]

anyone else relate

[scarletuzuha]

Love to capture every inch of his beautiful face🖤🖤

[darkpoetrytherapy]

i think it's my birth

the way i was raised

the family i was born to

and every breath i take

it's in every turn of my head

the images i grew up watching

the conversations i caught on to

as a baby still wrapped in blankets...

the grief all around me,

so heart breaking, their eyes wet

i grew up watching emotions

to be catered— and needs to be met...

i think it's the way i was fed

and the way i was clothed

it's all in the way i was mold

to make space for them

even if it meant my soul getting sold

i can't write a poem about it

without rhyming like the ones in nursery

except i didn't go to school then, it's all just imaginary

it's in the way i grew old

trying to make myself smaller

taking less and lesser space

give it all up for their trauma

maybe it's cuz the parents were better off....

not being in the picture

maybe it's being taken care of, by a couple of strangers

it's not as bad as it sounds, it really isn't

some things are just metaphorical

but i really wish they weren't...

now i can't write a poem,

without it sounding like a children's rhyme

it's because i'm still stuck there,

i never grew past nine...

please understand,

i just never grew past nine.

[poisonivy-016]

every tune comes with fresh pain

[poisonivy-016]

everything is misogynistic if u have enough brain cells

[poisonivy-016]

and for the lady, perhaps a poison pill and eternal sleep?

[poisonivy-016]

self harm is a waste of time, just kill yourself