Hi there , I hope you’re doing well.
I recently shared my story about the challenges my family and I face in Gaza 🇵🇸 and would be so grateful if you could help by reblogging it 🔁.
Every share brings more awareness and support 🫶, and if you’re able to donate 💖, even a little makes a huge difference 🌟. Thank you for caring and for any help you can offer 🙏.
Hello,
I am so sorry to hear about this. I will help bring more awareness by sharing.
I wish you and your family an amazing future (you deserve it).
Olivia
Guys stop.
Happy Chaos: Get in, loser! We’re committing vehicular manslaughter!
I don't have the guts to put EVERYTHING i wrote here, but here is something I think was quite poetic.
I feel guilty that I am not just a mould, a print to shape and transfix into every area possible so that I can infinitise my gratitude for other's existences yet take the same familarly comfortable shape of a human so that my sole priority is other's pure pleasure and comfort and overall wellbeing.
and
I feel like I am performing a sob-story to a wrongly-empathetic audience and that any minute now they will all be struck with horror to find that their beloved comfort light-amongst-the-dark, brave-through-everything character is actually a monster and I have monstrosised the silent hero in the story. Worse still, it brings more guilt to me that I know this turning point/ cliffhanger will never come.
Cinematic parallels