zynful420
she/herAutistic edge lord
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Latest Posts by zynful420
me when the ship is about two homsexual best friends who are cleary homosexual but at the end they end up marrying someone from the opposite sex and having kids (or die)
i be acting like a escaped mental patient when i like someone
new rule you have to live to be 34. you cant kill yourself until you turn 34. jesus died at 33 you can do better
🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story
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.
currently dry heaving on the bus and trying not to blow chunks
tummy ache
tummy ache
i fucking hate fruit flies literally get out of my face im not a fruit
"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there
Who's up watching their boulder roll down again
Switching between these every day
Wasn’t going to vote this year but all the crybabies in the cinnamoroll tag inspired me to vote.
evangelicals being like "god made men to do This and be like This and women to do That and be like That that's just how it is" and it's just a picture of a white man and woman following traditional gender norms makes me so insane like you boring fascist fucks. god made 2 million species of beetles. god made whales, ducks, humans, and 1500 other species capable of same sex behavior. god made fish and amphibians that change sexes. god made more than 30 different intersex variations in human beings. god, in his infinite curiosity. wake up!!! fuck!!
freak men
Displacement ☠️ 🇵🇸
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🍉🍉🍉 We are currently at €1,446 out of €5000 first goal - please consider donating to our family and helping us reach our goal as quickly as possible‼️
I will use my art to express myself to the world; without you, I will never have the ability to move on.
We need your support more than ever, the daily costs of living, and the expensive treatments, I hope that through your support I can reach safety with my family.
Please Take Action Now‼️
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dw guys, crash out coming soon👅👅
IM SO COOKED, the tumblr reels😭😭
when i go in a room and forget what i needed i become a point and click protagonist. [water bottle?] that’s not helpful right now. [socks?] i don’t know what to do with that. [charger?] that’s not helpful right now. [scissors?] i can’t do anything with that. [water bottle?] that’s not helpful right now. [lone paperclip?] that’s not helpful right now. [water bottle?]
everyone got that one homie who hasn't been whole since the incident
Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍
I hope you're doing well. 🌿
Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻
💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.
Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿
🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫
i cant donate any money but i reblogged and i’m wishing you all the best 💗
🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️🩹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
*showing visible symptoms* oh my god i need help desperately
*symptoms go away for one day* what if im just faking it
i choose to believe this is a symbol
reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals
oh no , the dog is drinking the wave equation
thinking about the “need a achilles to my Patroclus” and realizing I met my achilles, All I can think about is my home girl..let’s call her tree.. Every time she looked at me it felt like she was looking into my soul, holding it in her hands and whispering how everything’s gonna be okay. She made me feel like a person, brought me back when i spiraled, cleaned me up when i relapsed. Moving away felt like leaving apart of my soul behind with her. Maybe we wouldn’t work out as a couple but she was my everything. She was my weird, silly situationship/homoerotic friendship from 7th grade, I KNOW.. 7th grade “your too young to be in love” blah blab blah. Then why does my heart beat to the syllables of her name when i think of her. Why is her name carved into my heart.
on another note, i don’t think she likes me anymore, on her birthday in October i texted her happy birthday and she didn’t respond until i texted her about my birthday IN AUGUST OF THIS YEAR. but yknow im not hurt, okay i am but lets pretend im not, but yknow i know she saw it, i saw the read receipt, hopefully she saw it and just forgot. I always loved to see her eyes light up when i reminded her about sleepovers, was it casual? yes? no? all of the above. Yeah, we kissed but it wasnt US it was our made up characters; Kyle and Jake the frat boys discovering their feelings for eatchother and having to keep it a secret from the other guys in the house. I was Kyle, i wore my hat backwards, sagged my khaki shorts and lived in sandals. Jake did the same but he was also smart, or maybe that was just tree, gosh she was so smart, she was extremely well read, incredible at writing, a skilled mathematician and she could play the guitar.i would give anything to be by her side on the bus taping trash into our sketchbooks, and laughing about kyle and Jake, while one of the songs she was learning played from her voice memos. I liked how she always had corded earbuds, gave me a reason to be close to her, I remember sitting on her balcony, cigarettes after sex playing from my shitty iPhone speaker as we smoked a cigarette we stole from her mom. Our other friends were inside fast asleep on the extra mattress, Tree let me sleep in her twin bed with her, the town was quiet, the moon was lush and everything was perfect.
i love song of achilles