kms i forgot about the text that was accompanying the hananeneweek art bruh šššš
hananene and mitsukou parallel part 2(72538272) (maybe this one lowkey a stretch but ykw hell yeah)
wyd if your crush tells you they're okay with dying
threaten them
short break from scaralumi because i gave in my inner demons and made amane and tsukasa from the new timeline together being silly, i am now satisfied
Kou pretends to be Tsukasaās friend except Tsukasa finds out and leaves but Kou does the k drama run to the train station to apologize and ask for his hand in friendship and Tsukasa is like āwait for me?ā And Mitsuba enters his homophobia arc because Kou is now like a lovesick Victorian widow
āHow do you fall in love with someone who isnāt even HERE?!ā
āAbsence makes the heart grow fonder.ā
LMAOOOOOOOOO Kouās dramatic ass so would
š¬ Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, weāve now reached $12,837āa milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, Iāve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. Itās in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, Iāve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
ā21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighborās House Was Destroyedā A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
ā22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruinsā This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, weāre still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than beforeāand for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
Weāre trapped.
š We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. šØāš©āš§ Our family is forever changedāwe havenāt just lost people; weāve lost pieces of ourselves. š Basic needs go unmetāeven clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yetā¦
Your support reminds us that weāre not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That weāre not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: Youāre walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If youāve already donatedāthank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
This isnāt just about reaching a fundraising goal. Itās about surviving war with dignity. Itās about believing in tomorrow. Itās about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. Youāve helped me find my voiceāand I will use it to keep hope alive.
Thereās something I need to sayāsomething thatās been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didnāt know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fearāfear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
Iām learning as I go. Iāve slowed down. Iām more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came fromāand I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ā„ļø
im a bit shy ack >< but... my face reveal (ā¢ļ¹ā¢;)
Ok Iāve been convinced! Hereās my face revealā¦
reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like
To give up the Present
They bombed near my friend's house, 50 martyrs.
Lesbian.
they/them || i like to draw a lot actually š || shy!! || twt @hill_ll_p š
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