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I am Mahmoud Helles, the owner of the donation campaign.The campaign aims to expel my family from Gaza and expel my wife to Egypt due to her serious condition with a kidney injury. Please enter my page and then share .https://gofund.me/53fa2830🌹🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🌹😭😭😭
Please, keep engaging with and reblogging Mahmoud's posts!! He's a verified fundraiser who has raised 19.771€/22.000€ so far! His children and wife need to get out of Gaza safely and then to Egypt because of a kidney injury that has gotten worse due to the amount of time with no treatment (which is also expensive). Find his gofundme here:
Hi, I hope you're doing well. I'm writing to you with a heavy heart and an urgent request for help. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. Could you please reblog my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like. Our campaign has been verified ⭐️ by operation olive branch, and is entry number 26 on their spreadsheet. Also with ⭐️ Project watermelon,line 249/(212) on their spreadsheet. From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.
of course! I hope you’re okay with me posting this ask, dm me if you’d like it taken down!!
A lot of people have hurt me. And sometimes I act like it. 🤷🏽♂️ Y’all let people get away with a lot worse.
Choking
I could feel myself choking, on his internalized self loathing and the humidity.
This damn window is always such a bitch to open, but finally- I cracked it open and the rush of air was tickling the hairs on my body, and quenching my lungs.
The floor feels so cool on my skin, my always buzzing with warmth, skin. The shadows and colors on the ceiling look like so inviting and forgiving. They whisper to me, “you love you, that’s enough,” but I don’t believe them. As I gaze out the window I can see the sky, it’s perfectly clear. It looks painted actually.
Buzz, buzz.
What does he want now? To suffocate me further? Leave me alone! Go lie to the world somewhere else. Yo sé quién soy. Soy hermosa como soy. I hate him. I hate how this makes me feel.
I miss you.
Yea, I miss me too. I miss how free I was. How I had no fear, but now I fear losing your love. Losing. I fear losing, but I can’t and I won’t. I can’t lose out on love. Real, free, trusted love.
15 minutes.
That’s all the time I have to pull myself off this floor and feel like a whole person again. To feel my soul light up and be the roaring fire it truly is when it isn’t being snuffed out and stifled by bigotry and insecurity. Ahh! I’m tired of crying hot tears of desperation.
A kiss. A hand on my knee. A lie.
All this to make me feel special behind closed doors. Doors so heavy and thick that they can barely be opened. Doors that if we ran through them hand in hand we could be free.
It’s hot out. 9PM. 80 degrees Fahrenheit. Where is that damn breeze. I’m choking again, this time on the smoke from his day old blunt. Damn, anything else you want to suppress? It doesn’t really matter does it? Of course it does but he’ll never get it. Only one of us choking. You can’t know the feeling unless you’ve choked before.
(8.5.18)
Hello lm hamdi ayyad ,I humbly ask for your support by reblogging this post on your account to help save my family. As newcomers to Tumblr and GoFundMe, we are in desperate need of your kindness and support. 🙏🇵🇸🍉😔Please donate 🙏🏼Let's reach the goal as soon as possible!!! https://www.gofundme.com/f/hamai-ali-ayyad?utm_source=copy_link&utm_medium=customer&utm_campaign=man_sharesheet_tip&attribution_id=sl:6829f712-b01e-4b79-ace7-f376582ddccc
I can not donate, but please do if you can.
hi! I am desperately in need for help. I need my insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It’s $300 That’s all I need. I’m not asking for a windfall, just a little help, please.
Be blessed 💓🙏🙏💓
DONATE AND SHARE.
Yes, of-course — I can’t donate right now, but as soon as I can I will! 💖
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Demostración de amor
Días libres
Pelea
Universo Alternativo
Se reencuentran
Duermen juntos
Celos
Debaten sobre tener hijos
Alguno se enferma
Tienen una mascota
Something I never understood was why people shower in the morning? Like if you leave the house you get home sweaty and dirty and you just put on new clothes and go to bed!!!
Why do I have to ask my mother the same question five times just to know what we’re having for dinner?
https://www.mchanga.africa/fundraiser/115089
Please donate!
Hey there, my name is Abdul hafidh, am a transgender woman refugee from Gorom refugee camp in South Sudan. Life here in the camp is really harsh,
I fled my country Rwanda in 2011 due to torture and persecution because of my sexual identity in an incident in which I almost lost my life .In the camp I live with no food, poor medical services and limited access to clean.
I am really sorry for bothering you but please am begging for your support in any way u can, so as I can buy food, I haven’t eaten in 3 days and my fellow transgender's am staying with have no food. Could u help us by donating and sharing our fundraiser
https://www.mchanga.africa/fundraiser/115089