And so, the woman dies. The woman dies so the man can be sad about it. The woman dies so the man can suffer. She dies to give him a destiny. Dies so he can fall to the dark side. Dies so he can lament her death. As he stands there, brimming with grief, brimming with life, the woman lies there in silence. The woman dies for him.
- The Woman Dies by Aoko Matsuda
In my head Rhys, is a little body heater. So I keep imagining how he would react to me just shoving my hands up his shirt because my hands are ALWAYS cold lol
He would be the type of person that would cradle both your hands in his hands and rub them together while blowing hot air on them.
Poor Rhys is always unsuspecting to when you're gonna shove your cold hands up his shirt or even sometimes down his pants LMAO.
He picks out your clothes in the morning, the ultimate fashionista he is, and he likes to help you brush your hair, even go as far as learning how to style hair for you. He watches as you go through the motions of your morning skincare routine, and sets out serums he has brought from the market for you to try. He listens to your grumbles about being awake so early, rubs your shoulders and presses kisses into your neck to soothe you, his poor sweet mate.
He'll walk you over to breakfast that is already set out for you both on the verandah, and serves you all the fruit and cheeses and bread to your hearts content. He will check in on you throughout your day after he leaves to attend to his high lord duties, making sure you have eaten enough, and are drinking your water. Most of the time, he has Cass or Az check in on you, encourages them to accompany you to the libraries or markets and reminds them to never let you pay for anything. He'll randomly surprise you by booking you a massage or facial, damn you truly live that soft lifestyle.
When he gets back from the office, he makes sure you both go on walks in the evening so you can get even more fresh air. Most nights, however, he wants to stretch out his wings, and will take you flying along the coast or to different parts of the night court he wants to show you.
Ultimately, the male doesn't care if you are shoving your cold hands up his shirt or down his pants. He cares that your hands are warm. He cares that you are doing well and are happy as you can be. And by the mother, he will ensure he does everything in his power to make sure of it.
I’ve stayed quiet for a while, hoping things would clear up on their own. But I can’t stay silent anymore. What’s happening is not just unfair — it’s deeply hurtful and confusing.
As many of you know, I’ve been sharing my story here for the past few months. I’m from Gaza, and like so many others, I’ve lost nearly everything because of this war — my home, my loved ones, my sense of safety. I started my campaign not to guilt anyone, but simply to survive, and to make sure that voices from Gaza are still heard.
In the beginning, I may have reached out to people too often. I was new to Tumblr and didn’t fully understand the limits of outreach. I realize now that some people felt overwhelmed by my messages, and I genuinely apologize if I caused any discomfort. That was never my goal. I was just trying to be seen in a world where we often feel invisible.
But this turned into something bigger.
Some users began spreading false claims about me — saying I’m not from Gaza, that I’m not the person in my photos. None of that is true.
Before I ever shared a single post, I contacted Gazavetters — a respected Tumblr page that vets campaigns from Gaza. They asked me to send a photo of myself in Gaza holding a paper with their name on it. I did. After reviewing everything, they verified me and added my name to their list as number 309.
First picture before the war
Second picture during the war
For weeks, I was listed as verified. Then one day, I was suddenly flagged as Spam/Bot — with no warning, no explanation, no message. I reached out again. They asked for a thing, I provided it, and they restored me.
But just a few days ago, a friend told me that I’ve now been flagged again — this time as Scam/Spam. I was shocked. I’ve messaged them again for answers, but so far, there’s been no reply.
This label is serious. People who once supported me are now doubting my entire story. And that hurts more than I can explain.
So I’m asking publicly, with full transparency:
Gazavetters — why did you mark me as Scam/Spam after already verifying me?
What proof do you have to support that?
Why was I not warned or contacted first?
@gazavetters
You shared a general post warning about people who pressure donors by saying things like, “If you don’t donate, I will harm myself.”
I have never done that.
I have never said anything extreme or manipulative.
I have always spoken kindly and respectfully — asking for help, or simply for a reblog.
What makes this harder is that I see other campaigns on your list using much stronger language, and yet they remain flagged “safe.” I am not here to criticize them — everyone struggles in their own way — but I do want to understand:
Why am I the only one flagged with such a damaging label, despite doing everything right?
I am not a scammer.
I am a real person — from Gaza — and I have nothing to hide.
If anyone has doubts, I invite you to talk to me directly, and I’ll gladly provide proof again.
But I also want to say this:
Gazavetters, you have a responsibility to be truthful and fair. You verified me. You received my proof. If you truly believe I’m a scammer, show the evidence. If not — then please be honest with the community and speak up.
Right now, people are using your flag as their only evidence to say I’m a liar. And your silence is allowing false narratives to spread. If you know I’m real — and you already verified me — then please tell people the truth.
Don’t silently mark me with a harmful label and walk away.
That’s not vetting. That’s feeding doubt.
To those who’ve supported me:
Thank you for your kindness, your reblogs, and your trust.
To those who doubted me: I understand, but I invite you to learn the full story before making a judgment.
To Gazavetters: I still respect the work you do, but I ask you to stand by your own process and your own words.
This is my campaign, if you want to read it and decide for yourself
My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my
"I am Nadine… an ordinary woman in an extraordinary place. A mother, just trying to protect a small life in a world that has lost its meaning." 🌸
Hello, My name is Nadine. I am a Palestinian mother to a little girl who has become the center of my life and the reason for my strength. 💖 We live today in harsh circumstances, unlike anything we knew life to be. Our home is no longer a home… we live in displacement, fear, lack of food, absence of medicine, and a lack of safety. 😔
Yet every morning, I open my eyes to my daughter's face, and I try again. 🌞 Because she is here, I must stay strong. 💪 Because she is small, I need to create a safe world for her… even though my world is broken.
We don't have much, but we hold on to each other. 🤝
I write these words to share a moment of our reality that you may not see in the news. I’m not seeking pity, nor do I want to burden anyone… All I ask is that my words reach a heart that knows compassion, and understands that help, even in the smallest form, can make a big difference in someone's life like ours. ✨
Life here doesn’t go as it should… but it goes on. We live on hope, the kindness of strangers, words of encouragement, and hands that reach out at the right time. 🌟 Maybe you can’t change everything, but you can change one day in our lives… And one day with dignity is all we need to keep fighting. 💫
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
Even a kind word, sharing this post, or a sincere prayer… all of that makes a difference to us. 🙏
Thank you… from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being here, for reading, for not turning a blind eye. To everyone who passed by here and left a kind mark: You are part of our strength. 🌷 From me and my little one: All my gratitude and all my prayers. 💖
I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔
The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war.
Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚
Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty.
What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️
I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍
If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support.
Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨
Hi there 🌱
I hope you are doing well. My name is Naser, and I’m from Gaza. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but I wanted to share a piece of my story — because right now, it’s the only way I know to try and survive.
This war has changed everything. I lost my mother and my sister. Our home is gone. What used to be a normal life — school, family meals, laughter — has been replaced by fear, rubble, and silence.
Now, I’m displaced with my three younger brothers. I’ve become their protector, their parent, their hope. We sleep side by side and I try to make them feel safe, even when I’m scared too.
We are trying to raise funds to rebuild our lives — to find a safe place, to go back to school, to have something to believe in again. I dream of going to university. My brothers have their own dreams too — of being a doctor, an engineer, just being kids again.
If you’re able to support us by donating 💌 or even just sharing our campaign 🔁, it would truly mean the world. Every small act of kindness brings us a little closer to hope.
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Thank you for taking the time to read this 🙏
And if you'd rather not receive messages like this, please just let me know and I won’t reach out again.
With love and resilience
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Please donate or reblog if you can!!!!
Gaza is still under attack and they are being starved, if you can help Naser and their family in any way, please do so!!! Every human being deserves a normal, safe life, this is so heartbreaking.
Hello, my name is Saja. I’m a mother to a beautiful 8-month-old baby girl, writing this from a place I never imagined I’d be — surrounded by destruction, holding on to my daughter while the world around us falls apart. 💔
We used to have a home. 🏚 A simple place, but it was filled with love. Now it’s gone. What remains are memories, silence, and an overwhelming fear of what tomorrow may bring.
Each day, I wake up not knowing if we will make it through the next. My daughter should be learning to walk, to smile at strangers, to feel safe in her world — but instead, she’s learning to live in the middle of a war zone. 🕊️
I’m not writing this to ask for pity. I’m sharing our truth because silence won’t protect us. Maybe, through this message, someone will hear us — and care. 🤍
If you feel moved to share our story or offer support, it would mean more than words can say.
Every kind act ripples outward. ✨
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Thank you for taking a moment to listen. 🙏
these stories break my heart, this world is so disgusting. we must have a ceasefire IMMEDIATELY!!!
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