Arthur Facing The KIY Vs Arthur Facing The Dark Young:

the grief of seeing beauty all around you and feeling like a thunderous cloud right in the middle of it, because life is overcoming it’s cold affliction and you can’t seem to shake it

what yall know about the special kind of sadness that seems to come with spring

im changing... augh... i can feel my dna changing... it hurts.... *hand turns into a dvd*

Need help

Hi everyone my situation is getting worse day by day and I need some serious help to tackle with this situation. I’ve paid some rent amount but still I’ve one month rent due and in January I’ll have two months rent due. I’ve also borrowed some amount from my friend. I urgently require some help right now. Christmas and new year are coming and I need to pay off my debts and I need some money for groceries. Please help me everyone anything would be very helpful.

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looking at the little fragile scraps of your life, trying to arrange them into the fabric of dragonfly wings. you'd rather be icarus, right? that's why you cry at the hymn. you want so badly out of this tower - good lord. you'd burn just for the chance for it.

keep thinking that in another life i’d get to be a roughed up boy with split knuckles who gets to cope without hoping it is beautiful. keeping thinking i could be the girl that smells like a warm fire on the train, the one you fall in love with for a split second before i’m gone. keep thinking i could be the sunshine, or the moon, or both, or maybe a black hole. been wishing to get scraped up on the pavement and wear my hair messy, and drink ‘til i hit rock bottom so hard i chip my teeth and make myself learn how to sing again. keep forgetting it’s neither here or there, it’s now. so i’ll drink if i want until i remember how to feel alive, i’ll get roughed up and wear my cheap perfume that smells like rubbing alcohol at first, and i’ll be the sun and the moon and the birds singing in june, because there is literally no other life, it’s just this one. fucker.

keep thinking “somewhere in another life” like this isn’t the only one i get. fucker.

How many people’s most beloved childhood stuffed animals are actually teddy bears, like I feel like that’s a thing someone made up. Reblog this and put what your longest owned and/or favorite stuffed animal as a child was in the tags, inquiring minds want to know

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

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Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won't be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back

Here is a 30-day challenge to add more color into your creations!

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