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Thousands of pregnant women left without essentials in Gaza

As winter sets in, starvation, lack of sanitation and water scarcity exacerbate dire humanitarian conditions

@samiraaymaan A pregnant mother of four, facing malnutrition and asthma, has been displaced several times and is fighting to ensure the safety of herself and her children. Her campaign launched on June 22nd and has received minimal donations. Please support Samira and her family to help them survive and secure the funds necessary for evacuation as soon as the borders reopen.

DONATE HERE

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random but i used to have this homestuck sprite blog i made in 2020 and i deleted it because i got so overwhelmed with the amount of requests i got in the span of like,,, 4 days 💀

anyways, i really wanna make a sprite blog agian that was super fun

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alexa play black star by radiohead

In ~these times~ it is important for queer people to be reminded of what "coming out" originally meant. "Coming out" did not mean telling all of your co-workers something super stigmatized and vulnerable about you, wearing your queer status on your sleeve in public, informing the police or government institutions about your sexuality, or even telling your parents. "Coming out" meant venturing out into the queer community; being among other queers as a queer yourself.

Coming out isn't about telling the entire world when doing so is not safe for you, it's not about arming your enemies with information they could use against you. No, coming out is about making a fulfilling queer life possible for yourself through participation in the queer community. It is about escaping the restrictions and dangers of the cisgender heterosexual world by rooting oneself more deeply into the queer one.

And you can always do that. No matter how oppressed we are. No matter how much the culture shifts and policies are enacted to terrorize us. We are always able to be ourselves when we are amongst each other. And living our queerness has always been a collective social project, not just a matter of personal exposure.

So. 

I know we’re all terrified and devastated; I’ve seen this both on and off Tumblr. Please believe me when I say I understand completely, that so many of my friends and I have been feeling that same terror and devastation all day. Many of us on this website, myself included, are university students: we have all worked so hard to be admitted, and we have worked so hard for our qualifications and/or degrees. I can’t speak for everyone, but I know I have made so many leaps and bounds towards being fully out as a trans person while I’ve been here at university. We all had so many dreams and hopes for our futures, visions of the lives we wanted to lead, and the feeling of watching them disintegrate in the blink of an eye is indescribable. I understand, I really do.

But even in the midst of all this, I know we are lucky — privileged, even — to be American: nobody is frantically writing think-pieces on why our pain is acceptable or why it should simply be considered collateral damage; nobody is forcing us to humanize ourselves in a language we are unfamiliar with and declaring us robots or scammers if we fail to live up to their standards; the world gives us sympathy by default. 

My friend Basma (@basmaalghoul) does not have this privilege. Like me, she worked hard in university and majored in business administration; she even earned international certificates! Before the accelerated genocide, she had begun working as a makeup artist and hoped to open a large salon for women. But her dreams, too, have been stolen — along with those of her children: Toleen (8), Malak (7) and Kamal (4).

On top of the pain of having her dreams destroyed, Basma and her family have had to survive more than a year of bombing, starvation, disease and famine; she’s recently told me that there are no vegetables or cheese available on the market, and her children are all suffering from malnutrition as every child in Ghazzah is. To make matters worse, she’s also told me that Israel has banned supplies necessary for children, which has artificially driven the prices of these items to absurd heights: she’s told me that the price of Pampers is now $100.

This fundraiser is now her family's only lifeline. Winter is rapidly approaching; please help her keep her children warm. 

$4,693 USD / $5,065 USD [short-term goal] | (kr50,967 SEK / kr55,000 SEK [short-term goal])

Let’s get her to $4,696 USD (kr51,000 SEK) by the end of today!

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Donate to My family, our dreams need your help., organized by mohammed aljzawi

1000kr =100$ We have lost everything, literally. Our losses are countless,… mohammed aljzawi needs your support for My family, our dream

Kai’s (very deformed) Goldfish

(Mini comic made by me!)

Kai buys a goldfish and gets curious as to what it’s thinking! Asks Nya to translate for him, (chaos ensues.)

day 3 of dying and dying and dying and dying

you are older.