Me.

Me.

Dear Supporter,

I hope this message finds you and your family in good health. My name is Eman Zaqout from Gaza. I am reaching you out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraiser. I lost both my home and my job due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions. 💔

I kindly ask you to visit my campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom. 🙏🕊

Note: Verified by several people as 90-ghost and aces-and-angels. ☑

My prayers are strong for Palestine ♡

Girlhood is a spectrum. It's a whole day with my Odetari "In mah hottie era rn, bish!" playlist and a whole night with my Lana Del Rey "Life is mean, I'm in my sad girl era" playlist.

Fuck, you're the hottest woman alive.

I love crying, even when I'm experiencing the situations which make me want to steal a gun and pew pew myself.

Let me tell you one thing.

Crying doesn't make you weak. Crying isn't bad. Crying isn't unhealthy and negative.

I am strong, and yes, I cry. Yes, we exist.

Crying is like releasing your pain in a healthy and comforting way. Crying is both biologically and psychologically benificial and is healthy. Crying is the healthiest and most comforting coping method.

When I have the shittiest days and come home, I cry it all out and just after LIKE TWO MINUTES, I turn into the hottest, most sassiet supermodel ever, putting on my lip gloss and trying cat walks and famous model walks. It's therapy. Once you cry it all out, you immediately feel better.

THIS.