I Often Wish I Wasn't Inside My Own Body, Not From Hatred Of My Body Or Anything But Hatred Of Myself

Please try donate

Emergency, read my story and help me ‼️

Please Share Or Replog Or Donate For My Family 💔🙏

I am reham, his condition, and all the families of Gaza are very difficult, they do not have the necessities of life, no medicine, no food, no health, no education, nothing but death and destruction I appeal to everyone who sees my campaign to stand by my family, Whether by donating or sharing the story with your friends to raise an amount that will help my family get out of Gaza safely 💔🍉

I am a nurse at Nasser and Al-Khair Hospital in Khan Yunis I also used to work for Dentist K But at the present time, I have lost my job, which was a source of income for me and my family in the past, and now all I will have left is the donation link that I made in order to help my family, about thousands.But it takes timeI hope to achieve the goal of my campaign.

I also want to do charitable work and spread the first aid course to children and women because we really need that urgently at the present time because of this war and genocide that we are exposed to.I lost my brother because of this war, and I really miss him. The loss is painful.

I have been afflicted with a great emptiness and depression because of his distance from me. I hope you pray for him too, may God have mercy on him. 💔🥺🙏

Donate 5$ enough the change my life

👇👇👇👇👇👇👇

instagram account @/nutella_i_i .

https://gofund.me/a08653d7

https://gofund.me/a08653d7

Verified link 👇

https://www.tumblr.com/rehamyasirr/756536175917940736/i-am-so-grateful-for-your-participation-in-my?source=share

Verified link 👇 :

90-ghost

Verified by @palestinegenocide @queerstudiesnatural @90-ghost @el-shab-hussein @northgazaupdates @apollos-olives @riding-with-the-wild-hunt

Glass bottles [Tw Blood]

When I was little, i had these plastic glass bottles

The first thing I did was spit my blood inside

I watched it sloth around as the cork got stained with red

I liked looking at my blood it was like a part of myself I woefully shed

My own blood I had decided to hide away and store.

My own blood, I let rot along, soaking into the cork.

Days later, i was going to eat it but saw the blood dried and faded almost dead

It was on the sides and screw this horrible brown colour, almost the embodyment of dread

Yet i still cleaned it out and ate it

My desperation is unmet.[Not my art] [character poem]

REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID

I want to see how many people actually are willing to say this and not just act like it

Winter is Nye:

Winter is coming.

"Winter is coming?"

..."Winter is coming!!"

Falling from the above camparible To the petals of lily valleys being scattered about.

Falling from the sky

Snow as white as the miser himself

comes down like the wallowing

of a tearful goodbye.

The sun shines no longer as

winter is Nye

Somewhere far away a person

Dances waiting for there love

A stream hums gently nearby

All alone in the pearly snow

The beauty something I will never get enough

The winter makes one's heart grow cold

Snow flakes cover Your tounge With frost

Flowers covered in snow to be lost

Dears and bears prance about

Trying to find shelter to rest

A snowflake falls upon you winters kiss.

Winter hath come a snowfall bliss

Sometimes, I wish I could just sleep forever. When anything happens, big or small, if I start dwelling on the past or the things I don't confront, if I start thinking of how defiant I am to liking myself, or how defiant I am of giving myself peace my solution is always to sleep. Being asleep is like a fever dream, and to me, it's a reset button to when the problems in one's life become to apparent. When you're asleep 9 times out of 10, you're not in your reality, but somewhere else, it's so stupidly pathetic, but I often wish I had no friends no family and no one who cared about me so I could just sleep an be somewhere else all day. I sometimes think no one understands how weird the concept of sleep and dreaming is like.. you just close your eyes, and your consciousness is just gone? Your body does all ghese things to repair itself, and you don't even know any of it? I think it's rather interesting and it's. A nice way to avoid your problems. I sometimes desire to never have to speak to anyone. I always plan to just sleep and ignore reality. Ignore my friends. My family ignores myself ignore "her" ignores everyone around me, and just..be gone." Because being gone is better than stewing in my feelings.

when is your birthday :)?

April the 18th :DD thank you for the question :DD

Every so often my fast beating heart, hole in my stomach and reason for my ever lasting disdain comes back and I feel as though the world is collapsing in on itself as there is nothing I can do to help, so all I can do is wallow in my selfishly horrid misery accompanied by the lasting memory of where the present was not nie and I had no reason to be flocked with the thoughts of how selfishly drowned I am in my own feelings[Not my art]

Wet socks are so uncomfortable😭

I feel very insecure in my feminity. Ever since I've started going to "..." I've noticed that as feminine as i like to be, compared to the other girls, I look quite like a boy. They all have long hair and nice boobs with big butts and things like that. My hair used to be longer, but i started to pick it out because there was always oil and things stuck in it, which made me feel a little disgusting. Once in engineering, a kid looked straight at me for a full minute and went, "I honestly can't tell if it's a boy or a girl." It. As if i was an object. (People who use it/its pronouns are totally valid) It didn't bother me at first, but it started to later on. I dont have long hair or long flowy eyelashes.. I dont have a nice curvy body or anything that counts as "Feminine." To be fair i used to be a wannabe masc so i guess he wasnt that far off but now I like to be as elegant and girly as possible [although i never get the chance to] so i guess it just bothered me. I even got told i look like I'd be a tomboy, and when i said "i like Maxi Dresses," he went "oh," so that didn't help much. I dont know why it bothered me so much.. I want to be looked at and seen as a beautifully haunting person. Even if i can't be seen as beautiful, I wouldn't want to be seen as a tomboy. Not even just that, but all the girls in my school wear their shirts as if they have to cling on to them for dear life or something while im here in my baggy shirt and sweat pants. For as long as i can remember, I really never knew how i wanted to dress or look. That is, of course, until i figured out what an aesthetic was and had a slight identity crisis, but I'd quite like to be seen as feminine. I dont particularly want to feel or be seen as a boy.. if you dont want to be seen as one, it kinda sucks. I very rarely look back on when i used to be a wannabe masc but i do remember on how i was barely sure i wanted to be like that and I'm still not completely sure if i want to be like who i am now.[Not my art]

It's kind of psthetic, but the majority of my life is just living in a made-up world of things that will never happen. Every day all the time constantly all im ever doing is daydreaming no matter what I'm doing my head is up in the clouds somtimes about the past futue or possible outcomes but ny mind never seens to be in the present. Sometimes , I wonder how often my mind is somewhere else, and I'll abruptly stop what im thinking about and look back on how long my mind was elsewhere. Usually, i can't remember, so it's kind of pointless. It feels quite silly that simple things Ive made up in my head can result in such diffrent emotions, to the olunt i can often atart crying of giggling from glee like an idoit..if it hasnt become apparant i make alot of stuff in my head and then get sad about it. I dont really know why i do it.. maybe as an escape from reality kr as an escape from myself, but in my heads world, everything is always better..the people, the romance, the scenery, just reality in general. Day dreaming fills my empty head with a possibility of a different reality. It's calming in a way. I often start smiling and giggling in public about things no one else thinks about. Sometimes i daydream of things i hope will happen. Like falling of a building or fainting and going into a coma in the middle of class. Or being famous or something.... I often think that I ponder on life so much that I take away possibilities from god.[Not my art]