Anaïs Nin, Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary Of Anaïs Nin, 1947-1955

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the feminine urge to become fluent in every language on earth so I can read literature in poetry in their native tongues to get the full effect

My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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Manila in the Claws of Light (1975) by Lino Brocka

feeling this so much lately it’s killing me.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

If i am so scared of death, why do i crave it so much?

i’m forever cursed to feel like a scared little girl