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My people in the homeland are dying and suffering from the heat. Mexico has always been hot but climate change is making it unbearable. The people of the global south are not the cause of climate change [not that we don’t have pollution or local pollution issues, but not to the degree of rich nations. I am specifically speaking of Mexico here] but they are made to pay the costs, the ultimate toll.

61 lives this month alone. This is not natural. What’s scary is today I saw an article questioning what are the limits of heat a human body can sustain. This is not normal!

What did these 61 humans do? What crime did they commit to be punished for the sin of global pollution. I promise you they must have been the most poor. Who couldn’t afford ac and maybe not even afford an electric fan.

The rich countries pollute and pollute while the global south suffers

The animals are dying, and it’s not good, but it just feels like insult to injury to see a bunch of results over the animals before as many about my dead countrymen.

Brown bodies died. The rich European countries do not care. India, too, is suffering from climate change.

You don’t even hear about the people dead in India unless you go out of your way to seek news about climate change.

The global south burns to death, the poor are the most affected for a crime and sin they had no part in. My heart aches for my Mexico, and all other global south nations disproportionally effected by climate change

need money for groceries and cat food! i can draw oc's, mechs, and furries. dm if interested

Every day is a living nightmare filled with fear and uncertainty that doesn't end when we wake. The horrors of displacement, violence, and unimaginable suffering have become our daily reality, and we live in constant fear that each day could be our last, Don't hesitate to help

Donate if you can and share widely please

Donations have stopped, we are more than half now, there is not much left

Please don't ignore and help me to save my family🙏

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headlines all about the "ceasefire talks" we have been hearing of literally since israel started unapologetically genociding palestinians. nothing about the metastatic famine in gaza, nothing about the fact that aid trucks have not entered gaza in months (last report of an aid truck successfully entering gaza dates all the way back to feb). nothing about the fact that most agencies have literally given up accurately documenting how many people have been killed. it's so fucking ghoulish. it makes me sick that i ever have to be part of a time period where this was allowed to happen

HELP MOHAMMED TO ESCAPE GAZA AND RECEIVE TREATMENT

i found this fundraiser the other day using gazafunds and noticed that it has continued to receive very few donations. mohammed's cousin maraam is organizing this fundraiser on his behalf to cover travel fees to cross the rafah-egypt border to reunite him with his family, and to help pay for hospital treatment for both him (shrapnel all throughout his body) and critically injured five year old daughter (a fractured skull and shrapnel that is currently in close proximity to her brain and is likely unable to be removed without the funds to travel abroad).

as of 5/31/24, only $503 AUD out of $80,000 has been raised.

anything counts—help mohammed and his wife, his three year old son, and five year old daughter reunite and improve their future!

nurse feratu and dr. acula are ready to see you for your blood tests

funds so I can escape a transphobic household

hoping this is the last time i have to come here to raise funds. a lot of you remember i raised money not long ago for an ab0rtion. well, lmao. as soon as one situation was squared away a new one came up. after my operation i thought i could settle here for a while wit my aunt while i got back on my feet, but her boyfriend has been nothing but transphobic, verbally abusive, and threatening since i got here. i'm scared for my safety need money to travel back to my hometown. looking to raise $400 for hotel fee and gas. thanks, again.

https://paypal.me/jennycarsons (ignore deadname) cash app: $courtcarsons 0/$400

Fionna and Cake for the show premiere tonight!! Who's excited?!?

Seriously, my child self is SCREAMINGG, my favorite show getting a spin off that's not only a spin off, but a continuation of the original plot?!? CAN'T WAIT

I've been experimenting with colors lately, I tried to set a warm, early fall mood for this one ✨️ girl is ready for the pumpkin spice season, and so am I 🎃☕️

It began on a random night in 2014. When I learned that you could be transgender, that the dreams and visions I had had were not only feasible but a reality many folks lived. My hrt journey started in 2016 but my trials and tribulations to learn, understand, and mold womanhood into what truly incorporates my identity began in 2021.

It was no longer about what medications could do for me, but the evolution and growth I could achieve by my own hands. I found womanhood as a black woman, fighting against social norms and perceptions that already percieved me as highly masculine and hyper-sexualized. Having to writhe, rumble, and generally fight to be seen and heard is never a reality I would've imagined. However, 7 years later, I am the most beautiful and charismatic black woman I had ever dreamed I would be. I'm wise as my aunt is, navigating social situations with the grace and finesse she bears, I am as confident as a wild storm, bending to the will of no one and carving the path that I am destined.

When I was in my adolescence, I dreamed of becoming a charismatic, influential, and beautiful black woman. I am now 24 feeling as if I finally made it. I'm the person I only ever hoped I would blossom into; the person that I envisioned when I read on tumblr that "things get better". If you are reading this, pre social or medical transition or shivering in fear of what being a transgender woman would mean for you, your safety, and your future, I want you to know that I made it. I survived passed the life expectancy of a black transgender woman and I am fucking thriving despite the adversities and walls set against me. Love yourself, embrace your truth, and let no one dictate who or what you will blossom into.

- Noelle Velora Perera

i have $5 to my name and waiting to get a job interview. mind helping me stay afloat until then? payment done through paypal, turnaround ~2 weeks