I am so sick of people living for power, territory, money… Us humans were meant to live a peaceful life. With all the beauty the nature had to give us. And yet some people are here, just ruining everything. Every time you think what’s happening is horrible, they found a way to make it worse. I wish all of this could just stop. Can’t we get up from this nightmare ?
Maybe i'm insane but is anyone else who can also hear john lennon's voice ?? its the same voice
i take this song for exemple but it works with every Tame impala song
Feel free to use it as your profile picture 🤘🩷☮️
mhm mhm let me not forget my big hat
john and yoko!!! from an animation i posted to my tiktok! ❤️💜
Who’s your favorite Beatle?
depending on the period but at this moment I fear I'm in love with john lennon 😞🙌
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
Hey I forgot i did this little zine thingy last year BUT for some reason I can’t find the last page :((((( where are you (you just have to imagine it he gets up and disappears and the sun shines bla bla and the mattress he is laying on is empty )
anyways #9 dream is one of my fav john songs yay 🩷 posted this long ago on main but idc anymore i guess
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