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i love romanticizing everything ‧₊˚ 𓂃౨ৎ
mothers day will be my downfall
daily affirmations:
- i am too niche for them to understand
- i am not chopped
- weed addiction is not real
- im lowk goated
- no one is out to get me
- no one is watching me
- i am not turning into my father
oml oml oml this girl why is she making everything so hard to focus help mee
i love being a stereotypical girl
Due to some bullshittery on gofundme's part, Musab has lost access to all the funds they had previously gathered and is one of the many Palestinian who now must restart their fundraiser from the ground up at 0.
And due to Tumblr's bullshittery marking multiple posts as "sensitive content" for no discernable reason and targeting Palestinian fundraisers to hide them, I will instead hyperlink to Musab's fundraiser instead of a direct link in order to try get past the flagging.
miss my girlfriend :[
moms gone for the rest of the week !!
Oh beautiful world, I am asking you for help for the last time, I tried a lot, for more than a year I am asking for your help, I tried in every way, and despite all the circumstances, the lack of internet, my paypal account was blocked twice and some of the money in it was frozen, I am asking for your help this time only, the situation is very very difficult, there is a great famine, there is no flour, no food, no electricity, no medicine, no food, the situation is really difficult, difficult, I hope now my campaign gets more attention, it has been more than a year and only a few have cared, no food has entered Gaza for more than two months, what do we do?!!!!
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@ebenrosetaylor
i mourn my ballet phase every day oml
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
Intro:
basic . . .
𝜗᭪ you can call me mimi !! (she/her)
𝜗᭪ enfp-feb aquarius
𝜗᭪ russian
𝜗᭪ femme lesbian
𝜗᭪ autistic
𝜗᭪ hellenic (aphrodite worshipper)
likes . . .
𝜗᭪ reading: hunger games, carmilla (plz give recs) .
𝜗᭪ movies: itsv/atsv, but i'm a cheerleader, black swan, clueless .
𝜗᭪ shows: arcane (i don't watch much :( ) .
𝜗᭪ hobbies: writing, poetry, make up, fashion, ballet, journaling .
𝜗᭪ music: artic monkeys, beabadoobee, laufey, tv girl, lilo, mai anna, hozier, sublime, pinkpantherss .
disclaimer !!
𝜗᭪ i might not post much or very consistently but i'd love to be moots and my dms are always open (old creepy men dni plz)