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The world is on fire, and that extra stress makes burning out even easier. Please take care of yourselves <3

You can't finish every project in a night. You can't solve all the world's problems in a day.

I don't usually do this. I don't like just having a piece of me on the internet. But I need to just let this out.

Tonight is hard, I can't sleep, I've been crying nonstop for two hours. I'm not sure what triggered it, maybe this silly song that's stuck in my head. "Bug, bug, little mister bug! / If only you were bigger, I could really use a hug!". The moment I got in bed, sections of my childhood came back, not good ones. How I would spend every recess alone playing with bugs and ants, because every other kid didn't want anything to do with me. I was too weird. The way they would beat me, they never left me alone, the teachers never did anything. I would feed the ants pieces of my lunch, enjoy looking at their neat little rows, tried saying hi to all the ones that came over.

I really wasn't a bad or problematic kid, I still wonder how the fuck the adults in my life got that impression. I got max grades in everything, loved learning, never bothered everyone. I would just have crying fits because school was unbearable or tantrums for honestly justified reasons. I was distressed. Anyone would be in my position.

At home it wasn't any better, constant screaming, hurting me, fighting, lectures about how to be a better kid. It was hell, I barely got moments of peace. When I did I would look at the stars, dreaming about a future in which it was all better. In which I was not beat or sexually assaulted on the regular, in which I had a safe person, or just a future were I was happy.

I wish I could be there for me, help me, love me, cup my chubby little face, and say, "You are good! You are doing great! You're the best kid anyone could ask for! There is nothing wrong with you!". Go eat ice cream together.

I wanna be a mom. For a vey egoistic reason though. I wanna love something with all myself, I wanna pour every inch of my being into building a beautiful life for them, no matter what. I wanna sing my silly little songs to a small little human, hear them cry until my ears wish to bleed, console them, help them, never make them doubt how much I love them. Wake up early just to check on them sleeping. Tell them how beautiful they are, how they can achieve anything, how they will always be loved.

Maybe one day, for now they are just in my imagination. Goodnight.

Catching up on some commissions.

Tried copying by memory this one painting I saw on pinterest. Also digital painting training, it was very fun

What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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doodle of morgan shoving her fingers in my mouth and yanking my hair. leave me alone. don't talk to me.

Nessun fascista merita pace

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

#free 🇵🇸 palestina 🇵🇸

I am Sahar, the mother of a girl born in war, under bombardment and destruction.😭💔

After Ramadan, when Eid came, a day of joy and happiness, I found myself, my husband, and my family in the fields of war and conflict, tasting the bitterness of genocide and loss. While voices of joy rise in some places We find the truth hovering around us, 💔😭😭🥺

But amidst all this darkness, hope comes from the hearts of children. Therefore, I would like you to give my infant daughter a simple gift, one filled with love and joy, to be like a rainbow crossing over the cloud of injustice....

Your gift will be:

🐾 Find a colorful and cuddly doll, representing a world of innocence and imagination. 🎨 A set of watercolors for a day of creativity, where we can paint the world of our dreams together. 📚 A story of loving flowers, revolving around joy and hope, to bring her warm memories of the holidays.

Please make my daughter's holiday, despite all the circumstances, filled with love and joy, and let our children's hearts be a beacon of hope in a world in need of peace. 🌈🕊️❤️

To donate, click here. Your support is our lifeline. 👇

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