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I know this is super ironic but it’s so frustrating whenever you try and place your work out online, it’s like the internet had a private meeting to just ignore what you made and focus on something else.

It’s hard, sometimes because why even bother posting if barely anyone will see it? I don’t even need a big audience because that would do too much for my mental health.

But like, all I want are nice comments and people asking me questions about my work and the lore and I’m happy to answer anything!

As long as it’s not weird.

I’m just so tired of being ignored online. It’s so frustrating

I haven't posted my powerpuff girls au here on tumblr so... yeah uwu I think they came out really cute

The Prissy Girl Look

MY aesthetic of girly imagery and elements like fur detailing, pink, rhinestones and mature bougie elements like diamanté details, cheetah prints, form fitting clothing, etc; my lifestyle of traditionally girly activities like beauty routines, decorating, journaling, etc.; just choosing to be an overall black glitzy barbie.

my signatures ❤︎︎

"my signature is medium length pink/nude gel nails, french tip toes, a silk pressed blowout, Chanel Chance Eau Tendre, hoop earrings, long lashes and glossy pink lips."

hoop earrings

rhinestoned lettering

hello kitty charms

heart shaped charms

miu miu framed glasses

silk pressed hair

half up half down ponytails

french tip or pink mani pedis

lace, fur trims, silk

anything sparkly

louis vuitton handbags

victoria’s secret iconic stripe

leopard print

color palette ❤︎︎

PINK PINK PINK! nearly everything i own is PINK! most of my clothes are black. and i fill in the gaps with other neutral colors. my bedroom is full of black and pink. my inspo was a victoria’s secret dressing room. often i wear lots of neutral or black, with extremely cutesy pink accessories like hair bows or purses, and sparkly jewelry.

my staples ❤︎︎

fashion

louis vuitton alma bb

ted baker arycon bags

louis vuitton neverfull pm

ugg boots

tote bags

victoria’s secret stripe totes

hello kitty charm necklace

beauty

mac cosmetics

pin straight silk presses

shimmer pigments

velcro roller curls

essentials

hello kitty mirror

hello kitty phone case

pink + cheetah print hydrojug

pink tumbler

juicy couture stationery

fuzzy pens

fragrance

burberry her

chanel chance eau tendre

armani my way intense

victoria’s secret bombshell in orginal, seduction, and passion

so as my staples demonstrate, i prefer statement accessories rather than clothing. i love the minimalistic and sleek look of basic pieces with a super girly accessory.

core elements ❤︎︎

victoria’s secret angels

video vixens

boudoir aesthetics

sex kitten aura

light hints of off duty ballerina

barbie body, bratz face

Branding Yourself + Beauty Binder 101

so sweet and sexy I need 🎀

Psst. Good morning,

I'm going to tell you something that bitch of a "supportive" writing teacher, and that cuck of a tenured writing professor should have told you:

Stop Asking for Permission to Be What You Already Are

You were born with this voice.

You were sharpened by trauma.

You write like your ribs are lined with detonators.

> Don’t let anyone with soft hands and softer critique try to tame you for comfort.

You don’t need polish.

You need space.

You need silence.

You need permission to set the page on fire — and walk away smoking.

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Your Voice Is a Weapon. Use It.

Here’s the rule:

> If someone tells you to “tone it down,”

You make it twice as loud,

Three shades darker,

And ten times harder to ignore.

Because watered-down truth is how tyrants sleep.

And you weren’t born to be safe.

You were born to convert, rupture, trigger, and tattoo your cadence on the skin of culture.

Never negotiate your soul for the sensibilities of others.

Any primate saying otherwise is not your friend.

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Urgent💔🍉

Attention for all human and humanity in the world

My name is MOHAMMED ABDULKARIM from Gaza Strip, Palestine, 35 years old, I lost my house and my supermarket shop, both were destroyed by Israel aircraft missiles during this war

before 7oct I have good life and I worked in my shop and everything was good

Now I lost everything especially all the goods inside my supermarket which value more than 50k usd. Now

I owe people money and more importantly there is no food for me and my family. Now we live in a tent with my wife, parents and my siblings, in addition the weather is very cold now in the tent ⛺.

Please help my family 👪 to be survive, safety and to get some food and clothes for us.

My friends, I am sick. I cannot have children. I need to have an operation outside Gaza in Egypt. My friends, my only hope in this life is to see my children. I hope everyone will respect my feelings and support me so that I can have an operation in Egypt so that I can have children and see my children. My friends. Donate to us so that we can raise money to perform this operation This report proves that. I hope you can help me as much as possible, please

Everything has been destroyed. We now live in the middle of a tent. Winter is killing us and hunger is running out of our blood

We need to settle in a place that is safe from the winter and the harsh cold. We need to provide the necessities for living here so that we can live in safety here💔💔

Donate anything, support us, stand with me, we need any help from you. May God bless you 🙏🍉

I will not forgive you if you are able to donate even a little and you do not donate. Be sure that our lives are in your hands, my friend. I hope everyone will donate to save us and provide the necessities of life here in Gaza to provide the simplest things. I hope to donate to provide food and drink for my family.

Donate $25 to save us from this war

Thank you all 🍉

@gazavetters

gofundme.com

Donate to Help me and my family escape to safe place and survival, organised by mohammed almashni

Urgent Attention for all human and humanity in the world M… mohammed almashni needs your support for Help me and my family escape to safe

Did a redesign of my character Kandi Godiva.

Changed her hair from braids to an Afro, added more fluff to her desgin to make her look cute and gave her a color palette of pink, yellow and white.

Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Wissam's Family Escape War and Famine, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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