there is no “trans debate.” you either believe in the rights of all people to personal freedom, bodily autonomy, privacy, and self-identification, or you’re just a bad person.
Writers don't get to rest.
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“And I thought Alexander Gabriel Claremont Diaz was a mouth full”
“He is”
HENRY FOX-MOUNTCHRISTEN-WINDSOR YOU CHEEKY SOD
If the people of Forks made memes:
Edit: yes there is a typo here, pls stop mentioning it
This took so fucking long to make, but please do enjoy
The Risings Series
I have always liked to write and for many years astrology captured my heart. I had been wanting to start a blog for some time, to share my passion and meet many people through it. One day after creating this blog, I posted for the first time. My first post was about Scorpio Rising. And today, I'm happy to see that despite my busy schedule, downturns and other things, I was able to finish this series.
I thank each of you for your support and for enjoying what I write. You motivated me to continue the posts analyzing risings. I really appreciate your messages of support, and I appreciate even more knowing that I can help you get to know yourself better or just read something you really like.
Aries Rising || Taurus Rising || Gemini Rising || Cancer Rising || Leo Rising || Virgo Rising || Libra Rising || Scorpio Rising || Sagittarius Rising || Capricorn Rising || Aquarius Rising || Pisces Rising
i got a headache :/
Me whilst writing: This is a masterpiece…I am a literary genius
Me whilst editing my writing: I am an abomination to the writing community
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.