Thinking of just making this a creativity dump account with fake blog RP entries of my characters or any characters I get inspiration for, possibly also art, all I know is that this will be a messy blog
All my friends are...falling in love,
and they can't seem to get enough
or they lose everything else,
for their blind love
(you fall too fast, too hard, too soon, too blindly, and all you'd be left with is pieces,
And I am the bystander that can't help but help pick up the shards.)
The Sun needs not the Moon,
For if the Moon in the sky had burned as bright,
How come it's canvas remains a pitch black sight?
For if the Sun needed the Moon,
How come it holds it's own,
How come the Moon only reflects the lambent wishes of the Sun?
But what if the Sun sees himself as the Moon,
And the Moon as the Sun,
If the Moon sees himself for what he truly is,
And the Sun so bright he basks in it.
The Sun needs not the Moon,
And the Moon knows this,
He prefers not to shade the Sun's light,
Would never want to reduce the hopeful rays to pathetic halos,
For halos cannot light up the world.
The Moon sees everything in the Sun,
And what the Moon brings is what the people believe as madness,
And truthfully, what he brings is darkness,
If the Sun may bring the people happiness,
If the Moon did not hold their best interests in his cold heart,
Then the Moon will fear not the day he leaves.
But what the Moon does not know,
The day that he fades away from even the Sun's view,
The Sun will weep, raining gold,
The Sun will feel...cold...
The Sun isn't meant to be cold.
(What used to be golden and anew, burst into fading light, and followed the Moon)
I stay in your cold embrace,
Arms right around me meant as a blanket, a home
But all it feels is like rope, tying my hands to my sides,
leaving aching skin and red
complaints behind,
And neither of us is happy,
I'm not happy so you're not happy
And you try to satiate me,
Pressing a face against me,
whispered sweet nothings mean nothing
To someone who is feeling numb,
To someone who lost love for who initiated this hug,
Sweet nothings are sweet,
But bite the tongue that eats and it bleeds,
Bitter iron spilling, you only wipe away the leak,
The corner of my lips betray me,
As I try on a smile like I would a new dress,
I don't like this one, it doesn't suit me
Live your lies like a little movie,
Love your regretted loathing like a drug,
I guess we'd just be both at fault here,
Both at fault yet no one stops,
The yelling becomes white noise
In this bleak and burdened union,
We're only wearing rusted rings, not diamonds but obsidian.
You kiss me goodnight, I say 'I love you' like one would say 'good riddance'
Your words candied words that I grind between my teeth,
Tearing to dust like a personal grudge,
And while I do that, in your arms I watch from afar,
you are mourning me like a lost love.
But I am still here, breathing and screaming
Too alive for someone who's discontent,
Too dead to be someone who once loved you,
We are both lonely, so no one wants to let go,
But what's the point of keeping company
If the other wants to let go?
And a friend once told me
Wise and weeping,
that sweet nothings mean nothing,
to someone who's fallen out of love.
When I first heard his cries, I felt indescribable joy, but soon I was overwhelmed with fear. How would I protect him from the hor/rors surrounding us? Each day presents a new challenge from food and water shortages to a lack of medical care.
My family and I have faced repeated displ@cements, searching for a safe haven away from the bomb@rdments. I struggle daily to provide Khaled with his basic needs while our health deteriorates under these harsh conditions.
I urgently need your support to secure shelter and medical care for Khaled. You can be part of our story, as every bit of help makes a real difference.
If you can share my story or offer support, I would be forever grateful. Hope exists, but we need you to help us achieve it. Thank you for your understanding and big hearts.
I’ve been verified by Nabulsi, El-Shab Hussien, and NorthGazaUpdate, 90-ghost, and I’m listed on the vetted list on 279 line.
- Our story began with the birth of my son Khaled amid difficult circumstances; the joy was tinged with fear due to the surrounding situation. Link1 Link2 Link3
- Khaled fell seriously ill, and we had to take him to the hospital. These moments were filled with tension due to the lack of medical services and difficulty accessing them. Link1 Link2
-We experienced multiple displacements due to the surrounding dangers, facing daily threats to our lives and being forced to keep moving. Link1
-Khaled's health deteriorated significantly, and he required daily nebulization sessions to alleviate his condition, but power outages prevented us from providing the necessary treatment. Link1
-With the deteriorating conditions, we are suffering from significant financial pressures due to rising prices and a lack of resources, making it exhausting to meet our basic needs. Link1
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Here is the link to my new campaign for the third time after my campaign was deleted and my money was stolen and I did not take anything for my children. I hope you are well and help me with an urgent donation for my children. We need food, drink and shelter such as tents, tarpaulins and treatment.😢
Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. I’m a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and I’m reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15—10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and I’m doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
💔 A Life in Ruins The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My family’s needs are basic yet critical—food, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sister’s home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
✨ My Plea for Your Support ✨ I’m a writer, and I’ve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
🙏 How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you can’t donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my family—a chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
With love and gratitude, Areej Kassab ❤️
We are the Abu Ras family, once living peacefully in the northern Gaza Strip. Like so many others, our lives were upended by the ongoing war. Our home was destroyed in the north, and we were forced to leave everything behind and embark on a harrowing journey of displacement through several cities in the southern Gaza Strip. Now, we live in tents in the heart of the region, struggling to survive and rebuild.
The war not only took our home but also our livelihoods. We lost our jobs and the means to provide for our family. But despite the hardships, we are determined to rise again and rebuild our lives. However, we cannot do it alone.
We are asking for your support to help us secure a safe home and rebuild a new future for our children. Every donation, no matter how small, will help us take a step toward that goal. Your generosity can bring hope and stability to a family that has lost so much.
Please consider donating to help the Abu Ras family survive this difficult time and rebuild our lives.
Thank you for your kindness and support.
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she's had lung surgery to try and repair the damage the bombings did but her chest is hurting too much for her to sleep through the night. she can't stop coughing. the cold weather is making it worse. she doesn't have the medicine she needs right now, and she still has a 1 year old to take care of while she endures this. she's afraid of dying. she's only 20. if anyone has anything they can spare to help my friend then i would really appreciate it
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yousef has been ill so he hasn't been online as much to ask for help himself. imagine the difficulty to recover from an illness in the cold with no shelter but a tent. if you can relieve some of this family's stress by donating then please help them 🙏
10 kr is 94 cents usd