fake idgafer. i saw tht haunted look in ur eyes
i cant even express physically how much i love enemies/rivals to lovers
the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.
reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals
Things that society considers autism an excuse for
Nazi salutes
sexual assault
Things that society considers autism not an excuse for and things that people think children who do should be met with violence
using the wrong tone
showing too much or too little emotion
asking questions and having an authority figure take it as "arguing"
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 just want everyone to know that if I ever find a way to get that highly romanticized gay cowboy life y'all may never hear from me again. I'll just go.
Looking more like a checklist these days. I want off this ride. 😭
I WISH IT HAD ALL BEEN DIFFERENT!!!!!
dw guys, crash out coming soon👅👅