"Bound"

URGENT HELP🚨🚨🚨🍉🇵🇸

Hello,

How do you do ? I hop to be in a good condition.

This is my special campaign

We hope to help us by donating or sharing to others.

Every donation makes a different even if it a small.

As you know, the war began on October 7 and lasted ten months. During this period, we were unable to obtain food, drink, or treatment because we did not have money.

There is no source of income for the family at the present time, so we are unable to buy food, clean water, and medicine, especially after we are afflicted with the ongoing infectious diseases spread in the north like Hepatitis C disease.

Our house has been damaged a lot since the beginning of the war. We are from the north of Gaza and we are still in the north and have not displaced to the south. We displaced 10 times from place to another seeking to safety .

We hope for your help and support, even if only a little.🙏🙏

Vetted by Femme intifada on telegram.

Also, vetted by gazavetters on tumbler and my number is #60

My campaign was recently vetted by butterfly effect group on Instagram and my number is #964

This is the link if you would to read our story well 👇👇

https://gofund.me/4e896ac1

Thank you all

Spreading the word forward.

Ye who are drenched in sin. Rise and face me. I shall guide you to the paradise that welcomes everyone.

Light City

Facing the Struggle as a Queer Transgender Refugees. We Need Your Help. 🌈

Hi there,

I'm AshleymilesPhil, a transgender queer refugee, and today I’m reaching out with an urgent plea. Life in the refugee camp is incredibly harsh for our LGBTIQ community. We’re facing extreme shortages of food, clean water, medicine, and safe shelter. Each day is a fight for survival, and without basic necessities, it’s getting harder to hold on.

It’s difficult to ask for help, but we have no choice. We’re in a dire situation, and we need your support to make it through. Your donation, no matter the size, can provide life-saving essentials like food, clean water, and medical care for our community. Without your kindness, we are left vulnerable, struggling to survive.

If you’re able, please consider contributing to our GoFundMe⬇️🙏

https://gofund.me/4d80b32c

Your generosity could truly make the difference between life and death.

I also ask you to visit my blog, reblog my post, and share our story to help us spread awareness. The more people know about our struggle, the more help we can get. You can be part of amplifying our voices when we have been silenced for so long.

I know it’s hard to ask for money, but we are in desperate need. We can’t survive this alone, and we rely on the compassion of those who can offer even a small bit of help.

Thank you for your time, for caring, and for sharing this journey with us. Your support is everything.

With deep gratitude,

AshleymilesPhil

gofundme.com

Donate to HELP LGBTIQ REFUGEES IN EAST AFRICA SURVIVE, organized by James Goebel

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There is a poem scratched onto the walls of my throat. No one has ever heard it, but it is there.

Kai Cheng Thom

the kindness of monsters was never a lie but always served some other goals

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just a vacuum cleaner

that sucks away

the sorrows of the world

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just baking soda

that unclogs the drain

that has become my life

smile, they say,

as if a smile is

just a broom

that swipes away the sins

under the bedroom carpet

smile, they say,

and i will, for

how many skulls

have you seen

frowning?

Poems are just word structures, sometimes devoid of poetry. Poetry goes far beyond words. Images are words too... Poetry is how we use these images.

I'm going to asphyxiate xdddd

An authentic experience of me, reading the Silmarillion for the first time, trying to imagine what Melkor looks like:

Me: If the Ainur can choose how their fanar appear, then I bet he'd go for something physically intimidating... Tall, then. Most likely wierdly white-gray pale, too...

Me: Long, dark hair... Dressed in black robes, ooh! What if they pool at his feet when he stands, so it's kind of like he's emerging from a puddle of darkness... and... hmm.

Me: Why does this sound... familiar? W-who does it remind me of...?

Me: ...wait.

I am so sorry.

what the moon can see

it is twilight again. she settles 

into her spot upon a sky full 

of stars. she looks down. i 

wonder if she can see through

the blinds and into my bed. if she wants to see all this pain.

~K.T.