The Urge To Lay Here In Silence With My Beloved At Some Point In The Future 🖤

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by benjaminbarakat

Life's peak when you have all 3

this is me for real

Jk rowling thinking she's all that but she's just Andrew tate for middle aged women

hi, by the way, if you think that being a "feminist" includes hating trans people, let me know now so i can block you <3

My name is Abed.

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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We are with you brother💗💗 more strength to you

Dead Poets Society is HEALING.

@lovesdaya

This.

price likes watching you age, so much so he forgot it was stealing you away from him. cw. death

your wrinkles are like trophies.

its proof to him that he’s been doing his job. that he’s kept you safe. he was able to give you the gift of aging gracefully.

honey suckle mornings kiss light over the stretch marks on your hips. the hallow wings under your eyes prune and pinch when you smile. skin thinning like paper over the ink of your veins. you bottle it in the pens you use to write to your oldest.

the sunspots from the countless hours you’ve spent on the porch in his arms, as the sun sets behind a horizon that grows berries and the children he prayed for.

it’s all enough that when you bring him tea one evening, long into his retirement, stained glass window that was a wedding gift from Kyle brightening every new feature, he cries.

you kiss his forehead when he weeps, and he’s not even sure why he finds himself curled into the space where you age. sobs like a boy who lost something.

but you’re still warm enough to remind him your here. you’re blooming and alive just as much as your dying, and you’ll hold his hand as he watches two worlds fade at once.

you give him another decade. his favorite development in the final months was when the sun hit your wedding ring in the hospital, you glowed.

didn’t know you could do that. maybe he just never noticed.

he’s not sure how he outlives you. but the sun sets over the porch again, and as dusk hits your spot on the bench, he hears your laughter in the wind chimes.

Hi there 🌿 I shared my friend Mohamad’s story.

He’s facing immense hardship trying to support his displaced family while recovering from surgery.

Please consider reblogging 🔁 or donating 💖 if you can. Every bit helps 🙏

– Adam

Praying for him🙏

Unfortunately I wasn't a 16 yr old upper middle class teen in LA in 2015 in my tiny bikini and with tinier shot glasses so I'm just gonna have to relive that in the corners of a social media app through memoirs of lives in the forms of photographs which I wish I could've been in <3

the beach photos were unmatched

Academia will never wash away no matter the amount of time. It is timeless.

this goodbye felt worst of all

Goals.