*panicked Breathing*

everything is stupid and expensuve

URGENT HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD.

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment.

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

Here’s my story, and I’m reaching out with a hopeful heart 💔✨, hoping someone will feel what my family and I are going through.

My son is suffering from a severe and life-threatening injury after being shot by Israeli drones. He urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment.

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

Please Donate now:👇

https://www.gofundme.com/f/join-us-in-our-struggle-save-our-family-from-war-in-gaza

sorry, I’m not able to donate right now, but my heart goes out to you. here’s to hoping the right person sees this and your son gets the help he needs. 🫶

“wait so you actually overdosed yesterday????”

thank youuuuu! 🙏

bored so i made these ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Spread 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

this lives rent-free in my brain

our home amongst the stars xD

art fuels me and the unhinged cat inside me

a stain that never comes off the sheets??? ok man...

Everybody wants to change the world, but no one wants to die.

child me was a demon.

fair warning: this might get me on a list or something.

because, like, at age 3-6 or around there, I understood emotional manipulation and revenge but not empathy or boundaries.

occurrence #1: before I realized it was absolutely NOT okay, I tried to poison a cat as revenge, but it didn’t work, luckily. I had been playing with my cat the day before and she scratched underneath my eye. I regarded (and still do, but less violently) cats as my equals. so I responded to the unexpected attack by pretending everything was fine and then striking when she least expected it. I hated my bangs, and I reasoned that if cats cough up hairballs, they’re probably allergic to it and I betted human hair is stronger since it’s not their own. so I chopped off my own bangs with scissors and put it in her cat food bowl, then watched with wicked glee as she munched away. she was fine then, and she’s fine now. Also, this memory (over a decade later) is only as strong as my rage about her having the AUDACITY to attack ME, the princess of the whole kingdom: very very strong. I’m pretty sure I brought her back to life anyway a few days later for the plot and because she’s adorable.

occurrence #2: my family and I were at a pizza restaurant and the waiter brought a pizza that was covered in bacon bits. I famously said “I can’t eat this pizza. It has bacon bits over all over it.” because I’m a very picky eater and I stuttered a lot. But the funniest part about this is not what I said:—it’s how I said it. According to video evidence on my older sister’s snapchat account, I got “increasingly sadder” as I continued speaking. I wasn’t actually getting sadder. I was just annoyed that I didn’t have the exact food I could eat because I was starving and I love pizza. So, I tried to emotionally manipulate my family in order to get my needs met. Because I ✨clearly✨ couldn’t do it myself. recalling this just bitterly reminds me of how entitled I acted when I was a kid. I acted like the snooty kind of princess; not like Elsa like I was hoping. Anyway, it built my reputation as a lazy scum. It certainly doesn’t help now that it took every single minute of free time I had at home to get my homework done this year. I’m in (the last week of) eighth grade. If this is middle school, what is college? But that’s an angry rant for another time.

I have a third occurrence but I don’t remember it well. It was basically this: my best friend and I were play-fighting at age, like, 7 or 8, and I totally underestimated my strength and kind of… aggressively beat her with a minecraft pickaxe made of a kind of hard type of foam to win the battle. She didn’t bleed or bruise, but I feel really crappy about that, even now. We’re not friends anymore, and I’m not sure if it’s because I moved schools or if it’s because I treated her horrendously (which I totally did), but I’m afraid to reconnect for a few reasons: what if it is because I treated her horrendously? what if she we don’t have anything in common anymore? she doesn’t fit in with my current friends because we became friends at a time where I lacked empathy or understanding of my own identity or the desire to be unique. I just wanted to fit in and be popular. And she fit in with that group of people. We did have fun, and she was really cool, but I don’t think we would get along anymore.

Okay, so, the fourth occurrence is the most recent. I was eleven and I fit most of the symptoms for depression, but I was basically in denial and just tried to keep going without a single change to my life. It obviously blew up, and I hurt a lot of my friends in the process, then my “mid-tier” anxiety worsened. I remember only actually crying once: the afternoon after I observed the repercussions of the whole event. It was called the “Google Slides Massacre of April 27, 2022” because I basically just wrote a google slides presentation on why I hated everyone and sent it to their emails. 😭 It kills me to think about because “wdym the worst mistake of my life was on google slides!?” There’s a lot of background to that, but I’ll save that for another time because it is almost 3 am and I am low-key kinda tired. I’ll probably regret posting this tomorrow, but I’m gonna do it anyway, because when I say I hate myself (my past self at least) I think people need context. 🦗 … bye. good night/morning/day everyone.