WHAT’S UP BOOPTUAL???

HELP 😭

Stranger Sex—

*Sobs incoherently*

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

He's my new reason to live

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) 🌈🌈

Uhmmm this is hard.

I like my hair and eyes, that's two.

I like how I protect people. That's three.

Uhmmm. Dawg this is hard 😭

I like how decent I am at keeping my mental health good ish? I also like how despite having ASPD I am a decent person I guess? That's five.

So yeah. Fun :)

I apologize for what I am going to say to you, but I have to. I am Ahmed from Gaza, married with two children. We live in the shadow of war and destruction. I lost my brother, my home, and most of my relatives. We have nothing left. I ask you to help, even a little, so that we can survive and protect my children. Any amount, even a small amount, will save our lives.

https://gofund.me/991535b1

I can't do much but I will post this in hopes someone can help my dear. May whatever you believe in be there for you my friend.

I have this strange yearning in my soul. Idk what it is or why I can't have it but I want it. I need it like the human body needs air and water. I'm starved, robbed, of it. It's hurting me, making me weak and pathetic. I want to carve my heart and make art with it to sooth my pain. I crave what I cannot have and I don't even know what it is.

Feelings and emotions are so abstract it feels like an illness to me. Only my emotions. I want them gone it would make life so much better. But I'd be so empty and dull. It's annoying. I want it dead, all of it, all of me. But not forever dead, just dead enough to reset. A reincarnation.

Someone make my brain normal pls

I am Dr. Imtithal, living in the besieged northern Gaza Strip. For 11 months, we have lost our lives. We have lost everything. I have lost my brother, my home, our money, our source of livelihood, my profession as a dentist, and all our memories. Our lives have become difficult. We cannot obtain the necessities of life, such as water, food, medicine, and shelter. We live a difficult life in a school as a shelter for us after we lost our home. We cannot obtain a clean life and we suffer from the spread of diseases. Every so often we are displaced. We cannot settle in a place because of the intensity of the bombing. I hope you can help me so that I can protect my family, which consists of 35 people, most of whom are children...

I don't know how to help, not can I because j have my own life issues to tend to but I will repost this so people can help.

I'm posting this on my less active blog for my sanity and also for maybe less attention it something idk.

Tw for sexual assault and rape.

Don't read past if those can trigger you or you just don't wanna read it. If you do thank you I think, idk how to feel about it all.

Anyways. I was raped last night but someone I consider my brother. For context I'm 17 the kid is 13-14. I won't go into detail for my own sanity but also because it's unnecessary. It happened at night, the two other kids were sleeping next to us, and I woke up to being assaulted. As the person I call mama #2 said I could have easily pushed him off or beat the fuck this kid. But I didn't. I woke up to it, which threw me very off guard. Not only that but I was molested as a child and raped 3 times before this, so I already have trauma surrounding this stuff. So when I woke I was specifically thrown back into the time I was 7. I could tell the difference between the flashbacks and what was happening but I was still paralyzed. I wanted to cry or move or tell him to leave or something but I was stuck. So yeah. I was raped. The kid didn't mean it with malicious intent, he was just curious and fucked up big time. What he did was wrong but he's still a kid. So I have chosen to let his mom (mama #2) handle it. But now I fear I have lost another group of people I loved for speaking about it. Idk. I also feel extremely guilty because I have a boyfriend. He's already told me he still loves me and everything but I can't help but feel like I did something wrong. On top of that I am responding to this trauma with intrusive sexual thoughts. I want to throw up and carve my skin off or kill myself right now. But I won't. I understand that my body is coping, like I said I've been raped 3 times before this. I just idk. I need an outlet that I know can't really effect me and Tumblr is the best place I guess. Anyways. Yeah. Support victims and stay safe.

ur so gay stop simping for my husband and wife pls/j

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Listen pookie wookie bear they're so cute and hot and fun, fight me😭 /srs /silly /lh

I don't like him, so why am I jealous? He's not mine, why am I jealous? I am not single, why am I jealous? Fuck emotions.