just a few rules I need you to know and then you can read your little heart out :)
RULES
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we support Palestine here- DNI if you don’t. go away
no homophobes- get your ass out of here, i’m gay and support my fellow gays
no transphobes- this is a safe space. if you don’t respect trans ppl then go fuck yourself <3
no misogynists- i’m a woman, i’m a feminist, you’re a child. no hating on my girls. speaking of girls, if you’re a ‘feminist’ but don’t include women of color, queer women or trans women, leave now
all queers are queers- idc if you’re the gayest person on the planet, if you’re gay and pick and choose who you support in the LGBTQ+ community, you aren’t welcome. aros and aces are queer, nonbinary ppl are valid, trans ppl are valid, etc. if you disagree, the door is behind you
no nsfw- this is a sfw blog. please don’t be inappropriate, thank you
no hating- if you agree with something I post, feel free to comment. if you disagree with something I post, feel free to comment. however you need to be respectful and kind, including to other people in the comments. thank you
i love being femme. i love pink scrunchies. i love glittery makeup. i love shiny lipgloss. i love acrylic nails. i love cute mini skirts. i love high heels. i love dresses with ruffles. i love fluffy pillows & blankets. i love hair curlers. i love floral print. i love collecting daisies. i love bubble baths. i love baking. i love bows. i love painting. i love gardening. i love reading romance novels. i love love love being femme.
I am a femme princess. That doesn’t mean I’m a damsel in distress though. I have a sword, and a dragon. I will go to war for my kingdom, both verbally and physically. I have kind eyes and a sharp tongue. My subjects adore me for my kindness and compassion. My enemies fear me for my ruthlessness and intellect.
Hello there! 🌸💫
I hope this message finds you in good spirits 💕
I’m reaching out with a humble request to help my family in Gaza. Could you please reblog my pinned post or contribute $10 to help us meet our basic needs and provide essentials for the children in my family? 🙏🏼
Your support, whether through sharing our story or donating, brings hope and relief to us during these challenging times. Together, we can make a difference. 🌼
Thank you for taking the time to read this. Your kindness means the world to us. 🌷✨💖
I wish you nothing but the best of luck with this. I feel so bad that I can’t contribute right now but i’m praying for you and hoping that someone who sees this can donate and help you. ❤️❤️
Hello, my name is Rola, and I am a mother of two children living in the Gaza Strip. Our lives were once filled with love, laughter, and dreams for the future. But everything changed on October 7th, when the war shattered not only our home but our entire world.
That morning, my family and I were enjoying coffee together on the balcony. Out of nowhere, an explosion erupted, shaking our home violently. My husband and son ran for cover, falling over each other in panic, while I stood frozen, still holding my cup, unable to process the chaos around me. When I looked out the window, I saw that our neighbor’s house, once filled with life, had been reduced to rubble. Ambulances rushed to the scene as people scrambled to rescue the injured and pull bodies from the debris.
The bombings didn’t stop. At night, the rain poured heavily, and the cold seeped into our bones. I stayed awake, covering my children to keep them warm and praying for their safety. But safety is an illusion here. Another explosion shattered the night, and our neighbors’ home was destroyed. Their children, who had been sleeping peacefully under a blanket, were found lifeless, their cover soaked in blood.
I looked at my children with tears in my eyes and thought, How can I protect you? We had to flee our home with nothing but the clothes on our backs. We left behind my children’s toys, their clothes, and their beautiful bedroom. Everything we had worked so hard to build is gone.
Our Current Reality
Now, we are displaced and living in a nightmare. Food is scarce, and prices are unimaginably high—$10 for a kilo of sugar! The fear of death hangs over us constantly. My children deserve a life of joy and hope, not one defined by fear and loss. Why can’t we live like everyone else—go to work, visit family, and watch our children play in safety? Why do our children have to grow up surrounded by death and destruction?
How You Can Help
I am pleading for your kindness to help us rebuild our lives. We need your support to:
💔 Rebuild our home, so my children can feel safe again.
🌍 Evacuate from Gaza, seeking a future where my family can live with dignity.
🩺 Provide urgent medical care for my children, who need protection from this nightmare.
Even the smallest donation can make a difference. If you can’t donate, please share my story. Every share brings us closer to hope.
What Your Support Means
Your kindness is not just about helping us survive; it’s about giving us a chance to dream again. To rebuild what we’ve lost and to ensure my children have a future filled with possibilities, not fear.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Your support means the world to us. Let’s work together to rebuild hope, one step at a time.
🌸 Please share our story and consider donating today. 🌸
Hi I am Fatima and live in London UK. I have known Rola now for appr… Fatima Rajwani needs your support for From Despair to Hope: Help us to
hi (with the intention of loving you unconditionally, through all the good and bad, celebrating your flaws because they’re part of you, and spending the rest of my life as yours)
Tits or ass? Nah, the way her face lights up when I remember a small thing she likes, the way she sneaks up behind me when I'm cooking and hugs me, the way she will get sad if I shower too long and ask to join me. Or my favorite: when she is half awake and snuggles close to me so I can't leave bed and she gets to sleep in with me.
sweet femmes. femmes like sugar that melt under your touch. femmes with flesh to grope and squish and kiss and bite. femmes that wrap themselves in lace and ribbons like pretty presents. femmes that wear pink lipstick and leave kiss marks on your face. femmes that are soft like bunnies and cuddle all the time. femmes that smell like vanilla and marshmallows and sweet dreams. femmes who need hands on them at all times to feel good. femmes who whisper in your ear during functions and drag you home. femmes who wear lacy bras and tiny skirts and like parading in front of you. femmes who like being carried around, hands wrapped around your biceps. cute femmes. sweet femmes. just femmes.
Edit cuz this blew up: if you comment something transphobic it will be reported and I will block you. This is supposed to be a safe space for trans people, no one wants to hear your half baked, hateful opinions
i don't care how uncomfortable you are around cis men, queer cis men still need places to go, and sometimes, those spaces will be shared with yours. disabled and neurodivergent queer men and queer men of color especially need a place to go. the queer community isn't the "fuck cis men" community. that is the rad fem community. if you think cis men and people who read as cis men are inherently "too scary" or shouldn't be allowed in queer spaces, you joined the wrong community.
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