Gonna Take A Hot Shower And Put On A Big T Shirt And My Undies And I’m Gonna Sit On The Floor And Color

Where I post from btw ☝️

Intersex infographic, just to clear up some common misconceptions.

Only intersex people may add info in reblogs, perisex people learn to listen.

Edit since this has gotten traction : If this infographic has taught you something or you've found if useful, consider donating to a disabled intersex person so I can afford medication and food

My Ko-fi (anything helps but no obligation)

i just think listy would turn his raggiest shirts into crop tops and rock the shit out of them (and give rimmer a nosebleed in the process) 🚬 🎸

i mean fuck i like pain i like grief i like desolation i like sorrow i like to mourn

Ok, so, Hi.

Please, for future reference, know that I cannot donate money to anyone! I am a minor, and don't have a bank account! If you are in genuine need of financial aid, I absolutely would help if I could, but I can't! Obviously, this is like my first post, so none of you were to know.

However, I can try and raise awareness about it, in the hopes it helps you get what you need!

@alaafamily1992 messaged me earlier today, and I hope that me posting will help you somehow!

More Info:

Donation link: Here!

"Hi, I hope this message finds you well… and that you’ll read it with your heart. 🥹My name is Alaa, a Palestinian mother of four. I’m writing this while shivering — not just from the cold, but from hunger, fear, and helplessness.Since the war began, our home was completely destroyed, and my husband’s small tailoring shop — our only income — was reduced to rubble.We lost everything… except hope in God and kind hearts like yours. 😓I haven’t eaten in days. I try to smile and comfort my children, saying “we’ll be okay,” while deep down I don’t know where our next meal will come from. Now, I turn to you — as a mother fighting for her children’s survival. A meal, a food basket… anything to ease our suffering.Your donation could help my children survive one more day. 💔From my heart to yours… please don’t leave us alone.

Verified by 90-ghosts ✔

Donation link in bio 🙏"

@alaafamily1992 I hope you and your family stay as safe and healthy as possible, and that you get the help you receive soon! Take care 💗

i hope you get worse actually

A hare with a gender crisis, call that non-bunnary

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Actually it’s called ‘Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared’ because all three leads are Extremely Autistic in very different ways but the one common factor is that stressful situations increase their Touch-Averseness 

Non binary gender envy should be called being enbious