God will see you at the lowest point of your life, and say "what the fuck I thought I killed that thing." But you skitter too fast and you are too creepy.
"You know what's harder than Getting Better? Living Like That" is just the thesis for my whole shit going on right now honestly. You know what's harder than doing my physical therapy? Hurting All The Time. You know what's harder than addressing my gender dysphoria? Hurting All The Time
I'm Doing The Hard Thing and it's *easier* than how I was living before. If you make yourself feel better you will have more energy to spend on Getting Better. Nice inch nails - the upward spiral. Crawl out of your grave Thursday
You guys are always like "being crushed by 10,000 tons of rock probably feels good as hell" or "being torn to pieces by hunting dogs would low key fix me" and I feel like those things would actually be unpleasant.
idk I can tell that some tumblrinas are not up on fat politics because I see a lot of people saying stuff like “it’s better to be a little fat than waste your life trying to be thin” or like “it’s chic to have a little belly” like okay but there are fat people who are “a lot fat” and have “a lot of belly” which everyone is weirdly silent on all the time. Like the fattest person on earth still deserves to exist in human society with joy and dignity regardless of how they got to that weight or how many health conditions they have as a result of their personal actions…that should be everyone’s baseline here I’m not really sure what’s complicated about it
My name is Noor, and I am a mother of three children, living in Gaza. I am 32 years old, and my children are Yamen (5 years old), Tala (11 years old), and Yara (9 years old). Our lives were filled with hope and dreams before the war changed everything. Now, we find ourselves with nothing but devastation around us, and no one to turn to.
My husband has been missing since the start of the war, and we have no information about his whereabouts or condition. Our home was completely destroyed, and in the midst of the destruction, I was severely injured by an airstrike, which left me with severe damage to my right and left hands. I can no longer move my right hand, and I have undergone two surgeries so far. My left leg also had to be treated with a metal plate, and I am still recovering.
But perhaps the hardest part of all this is that I am unable to provide food for my children. I look into their innocent eyes, and I can't tell them when they will eat again. I can’t bear seeing them go to sleep hungry, not knowing when the next meal will come. This is the unbearable reality we face every single day.
Today, I turn to you, asking for your help. We desperately need assistance with food and basic supplies. We need your help to survive this nightmare, to bring some hope back to our lives. Your support, no matter how small, will mean the world to us and help us through this overwhelming struggle
Please, if you can help in any way, know that you will be giving us more than just food—you will be giving us hope and strength to face another day.
May God bless you and reward you for your kindness. Whatever you give will not go unnoticed, and it will remain in our hearts forever.
My name is Noor, and I am a mother of three children, living in Gaza. I am 32 years old, and my… India S needs your support for Save Noor's
You know your drunk art post about love and personhood from 2019? Every night at bedtime my late cat would lie on my chest, and her little heartbeat would be right on top of mine, and I'd think about that piece of art you made, and have a similar sort of image in my head. Anyway, yesterday I finally put the image to paper, and idk where this is going, just that that piece of art you created means a lot to me. Have a cool day ✌️
OHHHH MY GOD!!!!! EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LOOK AT THIS. ITS ALL BEEN WORTH IT
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