Being Closeted Is Hard But Coming Out Is Harder Does Anyone Get Me
Being closeted is hard but coming out is harder does anyone get me
More Posts from Starz8nk and Others
Should I draw how I feel I'd look after my second ascension or nah
Other people feeling uncomfortable should not be a requirement for you to feel comfortable.
it’s “everyone deserves love and respect” and “be yourself!!” until the person standing in front of you feels comfortable enough to look you dead in the eyes and tell you they aren’t human
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.
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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oh boys with grabable hips. thats the post
A cute boy to lay down on me while I sit back so I can push his head into my chest and pet him and lull him to sleep
And now I'm stuck in this position until he wakes up, so I may as well sleep too.
Yearn feelings are back in full swing.
God do I need a boyfriend.
A list of everything I am (or was, based on how we perceive that) a god of as a godkin
(probably will edit based on how much memories I get)
Grasslands, prairies, steppes, etc
Rain
Travelers, runaways, etc
Deep ocean levels
Canines
Obv I'm a patron of the people I created too
Chaos and natural disasters
winters, especially when there are mild freezing temperatures
Stars
The random outcomes of fate and getting through them
Creativity
Water creatures
Overall the returning to nature thing
