i'll always seek to make it summer for you

she/her ▪︎ my mind; little organization

[surmayah]

it pains me to say this but I will unfortunately not be able to cater to donation requests as i am still a student, but I will try my best to spread the word.

[surmayah]

logged onto tumblr and saw all the desi girlies posting about the propaganda cringefest that is the dhurandar movie, god save us

[iverie]

and i do have hope that there’s something beautiful and unimaginable unfolding, even if i can’t see it.

[standupdonor]

i must not take it personal. taking it personal is the mind killer. taking it personal is the little death that brings total oblivion. i will face taking it personal. i will permit it to pass over and through me. and when it has gone past i will turn the inner eye to see its path. when the taking it personal has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain

[miamaimania]

[stfu-gurl-deactivated20250509]

There isn't any scent in this world as comforting as the scent of a mother's duppata.

[surmayah]

I think it's diabolical that there is still a debate about trans women and their gender identity.

They cannot be erased from history and no matter what any court says, they will always be real women.

[surmayah]

"The story of Layla and Majnun"

[surmayahhrambles]

unfortunately, to my parents’ disapproval, the one thing i truly dream of is having a home. i know i am supposed to dream big and “shatter the glass ceiling," and i do, but really, this is as close to my heart. i don't imagine the number of rooms and how big or small the house is, but i do dream about the sunlight coming through the windows, the quiet summer afternoons in the courtyard, the plants and flowers that are to be grown, along with the groceries to be bought. i dream of a gentle life with my beloved, where there will be no slamming of doors and neither of us will go to sleep with quiet resentment in our hearts that grows every day. i'll be able to hear the laughter of the children playing down the street, reverberating off the walls, and tell them stories—from the undying devotion between two lovers to the ventures of the fellow knight—while drinking tea on which too much money was spent for sugar, which leaves ring marks on the kitchen table. i dream of the books that are to be read, which will adorn every shelf and corner, and the paintings that are to be hung.

My loved ones are always welcome, irrespective of whether they want company, help, or words of kindness during trying times. i dream of the mehfils that are to be held, the ghazals that will be sung, and the shayeris that are to be recited. there will be winter nights spent huddled around the fire with my friends, where the courtyard will witness us dreaming aloud and revisiting old jokes. there'll be new recipes i'll learn, cupcakes i will bake, a favorite song i'll hum, and movies i'll watch. after all, some dreams are not about leaving legacies or achieving success in boardrooms; they do not call for applause, shine under spotlights, or get remembered in the pages of history. some of mine are more fragile, steadier—ones that have the comfort of a voice that calls for dinner, the creak of familiar wooden floors, the smell of fresh bread and candles of jasmine, with the last note of the serenade lingering in the air.

[surmayah]

i made an alt where i ramble even more thank you very much

[nohagaza]

I am Niha Mahmoud. I live in Gaza, which has been completely destroyed, specifically in Rafah. I was displaced to the city of Khan Yunis. I am 19 years old. My life and future have been destroyed, and my studies have stopped. 💔

I was studying at Al-Quds Open University, Faculty of Business Administration. 🇵🇸I am seriously thinking of leaving Gaza to complete my education and build my future, but I will not be able to secure the travel expenses and the expenses of studying abroad. My dear sympathetic friends all over the world, with your generous donation, even if it is small, it can save my future. 🇵🇸💔

My future and education may be lost outside Gaza. My regards and greetings to you.

Donate to Support Nuha Education Abroad, organized by Maha Ashour

I am Nuha Mahmoud. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza, specifically i… Maha Ashour needs your support for Support Nuh

[surmayah]

I love when the sky is bisexual like yes

[ash-tea]

Happy International Women's day y'all

[surmayah]

Remember.

[girlivealwaysbean]

liking people who live in the same city as you is so weird like i passed the flyover that connects our homes you made fun of me for not knowing it and now i do and you probably live here somewhere and i want to click a picture and send it to you and be like look!!! it's the colorful cable bridge near your house!!!! but i can't. because we don't fucking talk anymore 😭

[papenathys]

MUTUAL AID

I'm doing all I can to escape my abusive home, because my mental and physical health has been at an all time low since December. If my work has ever meant anything to you, please consider donating to a disabled trans queer Bengali butch, if you are able to. I don't really want to talk about my personal life right now, because I'm sick of talking about it honestly and it's been horrific since 2023, but I would like a bit of help very much now, instead of just my shitposts and moodboards blowing up.

my trans poetry book collection

my trans sapphic Bengali story from ko-fi

If Indians have problem with Payp*l, you can donate on gpay: sritamasen1905@oksbi

[surmayah]

the grief of loving too much is heavy but it is better than the regret of not trying at all

[majestativa]

A marvelous spiritual state and mystical experience befell this annihilated one, which cannot rightly be written. From extreme longing I became astonished, and I do not know what I said or did.

— Princess Jahanara, Women of Sufism: A Hidden Treasure, (2003)

[shisasan]

21 January, 1926 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)