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So... I did a thing...

How would a cookie describe itself when asked?

"And yet, you love him"

"I suppose so"

What am I doing with my life?...

Here you have a sneak peek to my future lonely eyes fic.

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They lie in bed, silence stretching between them.

"You know... I really used to love you. Never said it, never had to," Peter murmurs, twisting the ring on his finger.

"You don’t love me anymore?" Elias asks, almost teasing.

"No."

"Then why do you keep coming back?"

"You know why."

A smirk tugs at Elias’s lips. "You really lost your purpose, didn't you? Now... you rely on me. To be the subtle reminder that you'll always be..." He pauses, letting the word settle before finishing, "alone."

He chuckles. "Poor, lonely Peter Lucas."

Peter exhales sharply "Elias... I want a divorce."

"You'll come back eventually."

Elias reaches out, tilting Peter’s chin up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Peter looks away, eyes almost teary. Without a word, he slides the ring off his finger and sets it on the nightstand.

"Fuck you," he mutters before getting dressed in silence, slamming the door behind him, and vanishing into the fog.

Elias stares at the abandoned ring, running a hand through his hair. Then, with a quiet chuckle, he murmurs, "I love you too."

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.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

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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I did this portrait in November 2023.

At that time I didn’t really like it, but now that I look at it, “it’s really not that bad”. I just realized I was being to harsh on myself, and although I learnt at a faster pace, I felt burnt out very quickly. Now I know that nobody cares, art is art, and that art is not a synonym of perfection

Also, Loki remains as one of my comfort characters. It was not a phase.

Where should I go next ?🥺💔💔

✅ Vetted by @90-ghost   -vetted link

My home was destroyed and my husband lost his work as a driver. He had a water truck and used it to spread water to people in need, but it was destroyed alongside my home. I have evacuated many times. The first evacuation was at Deir el balah and I stayed there for more than 4 months. And now I've evacuated again to Anusirat camp and I don't know where could be the next evacuation.

I need your support to help me and to save my son (Adam) from this violence. I need to have a safe life with my small family. Due to the high prices of traveling here from the only border I do this link to help me and my husband evacuate from Gaza Strip forever to seek our future.

I truly appreciate you taking the time to read this. If you can’t donate, even sharing this post could help us reach someone who can. Every reblog is a reminder that we’re not alone, and your kindness—big or small—means everything. ❤️

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