the biologist autistic realness <333 the fascination with tidal pools and the ocean in gen; the feeling like she was placed in a family rather than born into it; the social disconnect and being okay with it; the feeling more comfortable in nature <333
“I don’t know what my goals are, no. Thanks for asking.”
The locals trying to warn Jonathan Harker about Dracula like
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:
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.
the midwest princess!
Krobus is enjoying the new waterfalls...
Anyone else ever have a day where you feel... Idk... Extra autistic? Like wooooaaah I'm more Neurodivergent than usual today
While I do dislike the interpretation that posits Heathcliff just being Catherine’s “whip” (because I think Heathcliff is more complex than that) I must say that I like how Heathcliff’s revenge makes Catherine Earnshaw truly central to the Earnshaw/Linton family history in a way she otherwise wouldn’t be. If you want to truly understand Wuthering Heights (both the estate and the book), “Hareton Earnshaw 1500” on the entry door is deceptive, “Catherine Earnshaw- Heathcliff - Linton” is the true family history. Hareton’s real power and final victory is due to him having his aunt’s eyes, not due to him being “the true heir”.
(Of course there is a discussion to be had regarding how only a man’s love can make a woman relevant but that’s for another day).
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
my guess is nasty gay sex tbh
just finished god emperor of dune and I need to know what the fuck Leto meant when he said Moneo and Malky had a pass together
Dante. 24. he/him. autistic mess. i love making art, read fiction and watching horror movies. the rest is confetti. pt-br / eng / fr header by littlestpersimmon
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