Dysphoria: *is making me want to cry*
Me: *starts crying*
Dysphoria: You cry like a girl.
I wish I could stay in bed and cuddle the whole day, just holding my boyfriend in my arms.
nobody:
me: *has homosexual thoughts about him*
I was thinking about how ‘Grinch’ and ‘Scrooge’ are words for people who hate Christmas but aren’t exact synonyms and then this chart happened.
My name is Mohammed, and I am a husband and father of three amazing children. We live in Gaza, a place that was once filled with the vibrant energy of bustling markets, children playing in the streets, and the comforting presence of family and friends. Our city, with its beautiful coastline and historic charm, was a place where we could dream of a better future. 🥺
But today, that Gaza feels like a distant memory. The ongoing war has ravaged our home, leaving it severely damaged and our means of livelihood shattered. What was once a place of joy and community has turned into a zone of fear, with bombings that never cease and the constant struggle to secure basic necessities like food and clean water.
We are weary, and the daily struggle to survive in this war-torn reality has taken a heavy toll on us. The place that once gave us comfort and hope now feels dangerous and uncertain, and I worry about what the future holds for my children.
After much painful reflection, my family and I have made the heart-wrenching decision to leave Gaza in search of safety and a chance to rebuild our lives. We are trying to raise $40,000 to escape the war and cover our living expenses abroad for one year, giving us the time we need to find stability and start anew. 🕊️
Leaving our beloved home, the place where we were born and raised, is not a decision we take lightly. But for the sake of our children and the hope of a safer, brighter future, we must take this step. 😔
We humbly ask for your support. Any contribution, no matter how small, will bring us closer to our goal and help us begin the journey toward safety and a new life. 🙏
Thank you for your kindness, understanding, and generosity. 🌹
I don’t WANT a career. I want to cuddle and sleep and eat and read and create and love and be loved.
Love letter to my friends
I wish I could ask you to come over right now.
Wish I could but I don't know how…
I wish I could tell you about
Everytime my head gets too loud.
How you manage to shut up my mind.
How you help me to find
A way to escape those thoughts in my head.
The ones that leave me wanting to be dead.
Without you I can't find the way.
That's why I wish I could ask you to stay.
Wish I could ask you to stay with me tonight
And help me kill the pain I feel inside.
But telling you about it all
Would mean letting down my wall.
Would allow you to see
Even the hidden parts of me.
And honestly, I probably would
If I only knew how I could…
Cause losing loved ones is what I fear most
But I still let you come so close.
And even despite of my fear
You're part of the reason I'm still here…
I’m stupid please come kiss me
It's weird how good you can make me feel. You can make me forget all my problems. I even forget that I'm Trans and wearing my binder. All that exists, all that matters is you laying in my arms and me holding you close. It's just us. My heart is beating fast and your fingers feel so good on my skin. And for a moment I ask myself if that is what happiness feels like.
when the autism is being an actual mental health problem instead of making me obsess over fictional characters again:
Not sure what I'm actually doing here… Queer as hell & Probably ranting about philosophers (please talk to me about Walter Benjamin)
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