My Mom Lives In A Different State And Is Probably So Tired Of Me Randomly Calling Her To Yap About Sylvia,

ponyboy is quiet but around people he is comfortable with will absolutely ramble excitedly about whatever he is interested, forgetting that they probably aren't as excited as him. he will talk for a while until he is told that its rude to never ask about others and only talk about what you want.

im not projecting for comfort I swear

"separate the art from the artist!" ...ok...then do it. Instead of hiding behind that phrase because you dont want to change anything how about you ACTUALLY do that?? if you're going to view/interact with/listen to their content, pirate it or watch it in a way that doesn't benefit them. dont promote their work, the phrase is meaningless if you dont actually separate it.

currently making several Sylvia designs and I will eventually post the final ones and y'all can pick which one I do (or at least help me decide)

💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

Chuffed

Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

why is it that when I search up "evie outsiders" on ao3 I have to search to find any evie/steve (her BOYFRIEND) fanfics without it being friggin angsty OR adding sodapop as an angst factor. dont get me wrong, I love my angst and soda, but for the love of god please just let my girl be happy with her boyfriend

dont talk to me im busy writing a love letter for 200m races

Urgent Appeal – A Mother and Her Children in Desperate Need

Dear Kind Souls,My name is Noor, a mother of three children, 2 girls 5 years old and a 9-month-old baby. For the past one and a half years, we have been living in a tent after our home was destroyed in the war on Gaza. We have no shelter, no food, and no source of income. Every day, we live in fear, hunger, and cold, struggling to survive.

My children cry from hunger, their small bodies shiver from the cold, and I am powerless to provide for them. I am reaching out to you with a mother's desperate plea—please help us survive.

We have lost everything, but your kindness can give us hope. Any donation, no matter how small, can mean the difference between life and death for my children. If you are unable to donate, please reblog last post in your bage—it could save a life.

To donate and help:

https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=D6VF4AWMHHZQQ

May your generosity be rewarded with endless blessings.

hope

Noor – A Mother Fighting for Her Children’s Survival

Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #120 )

anyone who comes across this, please spread their link or donate!! im so sorry about your situation

update-reread most of that was then, this is now while on a plane

got through like 5/7 of it because I wasn't wearing my contacts and my eyes hurt. I somewhat understand a BIT of the mark hate but I feel like if you hate mark WHY NOT BRYON??? idk I might be immature or something but still bryon pmo and mark is my son.

ty kyuru tho for helping me w understanding mark a bit more even though I will NEVER turn on my child like that

#sehinton #thatwasthenthisisnow #bryonandmark #mark

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

the dysphoria is quite present today but I can't even wear my friggin binder because I have so much sports going on that it causes breathing problems