Callosamia Promethea

took this in church⛪️

1995 in the house

-😶‍🌫️

about as old as my oldest brother.

My name is Farah, I am 19 years old and I live in Gaza🍉, where we face daily bombardments, hunger, and a severe lack of healthcare amid devastating humanitarian conditions. I launched my campaign to survive and continue living, and I kindly ask for your help in sharing it so it can reach as many supporters as possible.

https://gofund.me/6653e930

^^^ Please help Farah survive! Donate and reblog if you can

do you have any odd cravings while on your period? (non sexual) 🩷

i think i just like…. kinda like pancakes??? but i like pancakes in general.

really wish i was grinding on his thigh while he slaps my face and shoves his fingers in my mouth and tells me how pathetic i am

petition to rename sea creatures

Please read with your heart, and your eyes🥺💔

I’m a amani mother of five children, and I carry this burden alone.

Not just because they are young—

but because the war has stolen everything from us:

our home, our work, our safety, even the right to choose.💔

We live in fear, surrounded by destruction,

in a world that no longer resembles anything familiar.

I'm not just tired—

it's as if the war has settled in my bones.

It eats away at my heart, quietly, every day, every moment.

gofundme.com

Donate to "A mother from Gaza dreams of a safe life for her children", organized by Mousa Dalloul

Note:(100$=1000kr) My name is Amani, a Palestinian mot… Mousa Dalloul needs your support for "A mother from Gaza dreams of a safe lif

My children don’t know what childhood feels like.😭💔

All they know is the sound of drones and bombs.

We eat less than the body needs.

We drink water that tastes of rust and dust.

There is no medicine.

Electricity is a rare visitor.

And the sky? It rains fire and terror.

Safety? That’s a word from the past.

They ask me questions I can’t answer:

"Will we survive?"

From the depths of my heart.thank you to the fifteen people who have donated for my children.

and to anyone who has shared the link.

In two years, I’ve only raised 1% of our goal.My voice hasn't reached far. It hasn’t been heard by the one who could help.

But this number isn’t just money.

It’s life.

It’s medicine for my sick child.

It’s food on a cold day.

It’s a blanket for shivering bodies.

It’s hope beneath the rubble.

Please—don’t scroll past. Don’t turn off your light.

We are still here.The war in Gaza is still here.

And we still believe that someone will see us.

That someone will reach out.

Let that someone be you.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #573)✅️

Thank you❤️‍🩹🙏

shouldn’t have smoked that shit now i’m in new year’s eve 1969- the start of a new decade, and everywhere you went there was this sense of the future, the feeling in the air that anything was possible. see, jack fairy had also come to london in the swinging sixties.and on winding roads, in crowded clubs or hotel bars -  this shipwreck of the streets rehearsed his future glory. acigarette tracing a ladder to the stars. i needn’t mention how essential dreaming is to the character of the rock star..