//WARNING: Meltdown, Dissociation, Spiraling//

Is My Voice Still This Faint? Where Are the Compassionate Hearts?⚠️‼️‼️😥Although I am vetted like the other supported campaigns‼️

Please take a moment to read these words…

I never imagined I would have to write something like this, but life has become more than I can bear.

I’m a young pregnant woman, living under the horrors of war. Every day is a battle for survival — not just for me, but for my unborn child and for my family, who are exhausted by these harsh conditions.

We live in constant fear, not knowing when we might be forced to flee to the south at any moment. The journey is long and exhausting, and I suffer from anemia. Every step will be painful and overwhelming. I don’t know how I’ll manage to move in this condition — surrounded by fear, hunger, and fatigue. All I wish for is safety for my baby and my family.

What hurts even more is that the donations so far are very few — barely enough to get us through a day or two. I keep trying, writing, reaching out, crying for help… but the response is so weak, as if my voice isn’t reaching anyone.

We have nothing. No safety, not enough food, not even a warm place to sleep. I write to you today with hope in my heart, praying that someone out there can help — or at least share these words so they might reach someone who can.

Any donation, no matter how small, could be the reason we survive. Please don’t ignore this plea. Help us — even with just a share.

👉 Here is the link to my campaign: [https://gofund.me/69d9ed7c]

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"Dyke March 1994" by Morgan Gwenwald

source: The Wild Good: Lesbian Photographs & Writings on Love, edited by Beatrix Gates

alastor and his video camera in episode one is so interesting to me you guys. mr. i-hate-technology having the time of his life filming a video commercial? very important contradiction. to me.

Fr tho 😭

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For my ace buddies and fellow demis.

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i really do think that "let me in" is the most potently horrifying phrase ever conceived of. just let me in. that's all you have to do. just invite me inside. show me kindness. trust me. all you have to do is say yes. all you have to do is open the door. the rest is up to me. but you can trust me. have faith. you wouldn't leave me out here. you wouldn't turn away. not you. you aren't cruel. you're a good person. i can see that. i need your help. that's why i'm asking this of you. just let me in. let me in. let me in let me in letmeinletmeinletmein LET ME IN

🌸 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