life is too short for me to read anything that isn't about gay men being weird to each other
seabass 🎸
Aphrodite Areia wants us to know when to be courageous and stand up for ourselves
Aphrodite Androphonos wants us to know when to seek revenge
Aphrodite Melainis wants us to embrace the darkness in ourselves
Aphrodite Ourania wants us to feel beautiful and heavenly
Aphrodite Philomedes wants us to find happiness and laughter around us
Aphrodite Antheia wants us to see the beauty in plants and flowers
Aphrodite Pontia wants us to see the beauty in the sea
Aphrodite Aphrogenia wants us to remember what made us
Aphrodite Kypria wants us to remember where we come from
Aphrodite Pandemos wants us to find unity and acceptance
Aphrodite Chrysea wants us to know that we are golden
Aphrodite Nymphia wants us to be able to marry who we want if we choose to
Aphrodite Erototrophus wants us to feel motherly love
Aphrodite Xenia wants us to be hospitable and friendly to all
Aphrodite wants so much for us all, for She loves us đź«¶
the biologist autistic realness <333 the fascination with tidal pools and the ocean in gen; the feeling like she was placed in a family rather than born into it; the social disconnect and being okay with it; the feeling more comfortable in nature <333
“I don’t know what my goals are, no. Thanks for asking.”
every time guillermo del toro puts his tiny key in his cabinet of curiosities while dressed in his fancy suit to present me with another nightmare beyond my comprehension I say fucking superb you funky little monsterfucker and then whisper what the fuck to myself for 30 minutes
t shirt that says i've misunderstood many social interactions
Amihan and Habagat
My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
I feel so sane so normal abt them
Why would Baal say this
I'm normal about lord Atraides and all his male friends and teachers
Dante. 24. he/him. autistic mess. i love making art, read fiction and watching horror movies. the rest is confetti. pt-br / eng / fr header by littlestpersimmon
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