Alchemist at the vampire mansion

My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.

Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.

But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.

Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.

We are in a catastrophic famine.

We go days without food.

We faint in the street from hunger.

Our bodies are giving up.

And still… the world remains silent.

My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.

Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.

Her body is shrinking before my eyes.

And me😞?

I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.

What do you call this life?

Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.

Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.

Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.

I’m not asking for luxury.

I’m not asking for comfort.

> I’m begging for survival.

Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.

— Abdullah Al-Qassab

Gaza, Palestine

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Any time Jackie is with a man it feels like self-punishment or destruction. It’s something she’s doing to herself, not for herself. She is a character suffocated by expectations of perfection and social influence, forced to perform a version of femininity and romance that doesn’t actually fit her. Jackie as a closeted lesbian makes so much sense for her story and her tragic end. Those slumber party make outs were definitely happening.

i am kind

i am in control of my emotions

it does not bother me when someone is in the kitchen while i was planning to be in there alone

everyone in the house has the right to be in the kitchen