⋆ ⋆ ⋆ i’m not one to derail like this but i need a man to grab my face and just hold my face with his big hands and also to tell me that i’m safe in his arms⋆ ⋆ ⋆
you know what month has just started
I think Michelle Rhodes knew how her life was as a baby groupie since she was running the streets as a pre teen
But I don’t know how far her allegations toward axl will go because something about her is off
yeah well, she did say she was a ‘feral child’ so, plus she also said her mum didn’t really have a say in what she did or stopped doing, so…
but also i don’t know much about it all, i dont really like her videos and how on her tiktok bio she has ‘raped by axl rose’, i think it’s salt on the wound, even though i don’t know if what she alleged is true or not.
@tobbesdiscordkitten she might know more about it than me !!!
“Yew look like uer a rockstar”
just to help with the delusion of sitting on an 80s rockstar’s lap one day !!!
don’t we all love the daily activity of pinteresting ?
💬 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, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and 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.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
If you’ve already donated—thank 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 isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s 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. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t 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 fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m 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 from—and 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 ♥️
WELCOME
how are you? well i made this blog so we could talk about and discuss 1000 different topics, modeling, runways, fashion looks, rockstars, rockstar wifes/groupies, songs, bands, really whatever !!
i’m a gnr and victoria’s secret angels enthusiast, as of modeling i love a lot of models but i separate in between campaigns/print and runway !!
the only rule is to be as respectful as can be and to be careful with what you send in the inbox !!! what do i mean? if you’re talking about a rumor, make it clear that is a rumor and stuff like that !!
but apart from that i’ll take anything you wanna send me except from gore or extreme violence or things of that nature.
Hello, wonderful souls! 🤍🌍
I hope you're doing well. 🌿
Could you help me amplify my family's story and bring awareness to our struggle? 🙏🏻
💬 Please reblog my pinned post or consider donating just $5—your support could truly make a difference in saving lives amidst war and hardship.
Your kindness and voice matter more than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! 🤍🌿
🕊️ @mosabsdr | Every share counts. 💫
hii!! of course, i reblogged your pinned post, and i will share this so people can help too !!!
a guillotine couldn't take away the head i'd give them