My Blood Stains Your Hands / Why Must You Torment Me So?

my blood stains your hands / why must you torment me so?

(( redraw of an old thing i made ! ))

trying (and failing) to draw Travis!

link to my MUCH BETTER Javi Art

Anddd my commissions are open!

Mmm long hair Travis (I’m a lesbian)

@travlottienat-truther @acidthecorvid

travlottienat through my eyes

i spent like three hours making them

‼️Please don’t skip taking a look 🍉🇵🇸

Im’ mohiy from Gaza 🍉🇵🇸 ..I need your help if you can

I am 23 years old. I live under the bombardment and constant aggression against Gaza. Here we struggle with a life of constant death and loss. I lost a large part of my family. We also lost our house in which we used to live. We were displaced more than 10 times from one place to another, searching for safety. In fact, there is no safe place. We had many ambitions and hopes. I graduated from university and intended to travel, work, and many other things. But the war came and destroyed all that. We also had a source of livelihood and clothing shops.🇵🇸🍉

The occupation completely destroyed and burned them all, and we no longer have any source of livelihood. We also lack access to food and drinking water. We suffered from many diseases, such as hepatitis and malnutrition due to the lack of a suitable environment for life, and I had surgery to remove the gallbladder. Here we live in hunger and fear. My mother also suffers from chronic diseases and we cannot find a cure for them. Our lives are in danger. Therefore, I hope you can help, even if just a little, as this will help us get out of death."🇵🇸🍉

The most difficult decision for us was to leave our country, to leave Gaza, to overcome the obstacles we faced and the losses we suffered, and to start a new life from scratch.💔💔

https://gofund.me

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It wasn't about anything so shallow

as physical desire.

They wanted each other in the way of flesh

wanting to knit itself together over a wound.