Always thinking about how black women originated the long acrylic nails look and were mocked and insulted for them for years, the look was called ghetto and disgusting... And now the same look is just the default fucking style of nail in middle class America lol

I know this happens with so many trends and styles that start in black communities but this one has always stuck out to me the most for how blatant and quick the flip was as soon as white girls started doing it, like within three years having long acrylic nails went from "ghetto" to chic

This image isn't just a fleeting news item; it's part of our daily reality in Gaza. While thousands of trucks loaded with tents, blankets, food, and medicine are held outside the Strip, prevented from entering by the Israeli occupation, we face a humanitarian catastrophe that worsens day by day. We die here every moment. We suffer constantly, and everyone ignores what we're going through.

I was injured more than 600 days ago. Shrapnel from the bombing of our house, while we were inside, is still embedded in my body. I'm still injured and unable to receive proper treatment because of the siege and the lack of medical supplies. The pain is constant, but what's worse than the pain is the feeling that we're forgotten and that everyone is ignoring what we're going through. We constantly ask for help, and everyone ignores us.

My family and I are very ill now due to the winter storm that began yesterday in Gaza. Because of this winter, we haven't been able to recover due to the lack of medicine and shelter from these recurring storms. Our tent is torn and leaking rainwater and cold air. Worse still, all our blankets and pillows are soaked. We urgently need to buy medicine and treatments, but they are very expensive because the occupation prevents the entry of medicine into Gaza. Therefore, we desperately need your help by donating so we can buy these medicines quickly. Please donate.

Worse still, I have a runny nose and severe sneezing. When I sneeze, it feels like the metal fragments (stuck in my body) are moving inside me, and I experience excruciating pain in the affected areas and my wounds. Please help me so I can buy my medication as soon as possible. Please donate.

please donate

Please give what you can to help Fadel get medicine, and help he and his family survive the seige and the dangerous weather

I am very ill right now. When I sneeze, it feels like metal fragments are moving around inside me. I am extremely tired. I just sneezed, and my wounds and injured areas are in excruciating pain. I don't know how long this pain will last. Please help me by donating so I can have my surgery as soon as possible and buy my medication. Please donate.

Please help my friend Fadel. He needs care urgently. No one should have to suffer like this. Please donate if you can.

I don't know what to say or do in this intense storm and winds exceeding 70 kilometers per hour. I can barely stretch my hand out to write this post. Please, whoever shares this, please, please donate to us.

Once you start noticing how the incapacity to handle discomfort affects how people live their lives it's actually pretty shocking how it ruins pretty much every conceivable aspect of existence. Interpersonal relationships, romantic and platonic. Career and education opportunities. Your politics Your willingness to go anywhere. The kind of food you eat. The kind of art you expose yourself to and your ability to read it. It's never just one thing, it touches everything, and once you notice it it's like suddenly being able to see germs or something. Just this horrific catastrophe people look at you askance for screaming about. As I grow older and see what became of my friends and peers who could not learn to handle discomfort, the more I'm like. This is a genuine societal issue

When you can't handle discomfort, eventually discomfort itself starts to feel like you're under attack. Your body enters flight or fight mode, and your amygdala starts screaming at you that you are In Danger even when the "danger" in question is like, making an unpleasant phone call or like, you're reading a book about something gross.

Your ability to make frank assessments about your situation becomes compromised, because, well, when you're under attack who's going to stay still and go "Let me think this through?" Of course you're going to panic. The phone call isn't just unpleasant, it's potentially life-ruining. Someone is going to think you're dumb and that's going to be TRUE and then I guess you die or something except dying would be better. The book isn't just gross, it's actively coming for you, tainting your mind with the memory of its contents, it has RUINED you.

Obviously, you want to try avoiding danger whenever possible. So you create a world in which you avoid all dangerous things. Traveling? Well that's scary, what if you get robbed or lost? Better to avoid it (plus there are so many things to read, rules to remember, forms to fill out... it's just too much, it makes you uncomfortable, which means YOU'RE IN DANGER, what if you FORGET SOMETHING CRITICAL? Better to avoid). A new job? Well what if it's worse than your current one? You at least know the rules here. The unknown is so much more uncomfortable, which is DANGEROUS, so better to stay where you are. A dark-skinned foreigner? Do they even speak English? You don't know how you'd communicate. They don't know the laws here, surely? Plus what if other people think you're racist? It's so uncomfortable which means THEY ARE A DANGER. Best to avoid at all costs, keeping your bag clutched tightly to your chest. Vaccines? You don't really know what's in them. The explanations have a lot of words you don't understand,you said something that was kind of rude? UNCOMFORTABLE. THIS PERSON IS ATTACKING YOU. FIGHT OR FLIGHT. Someone says you were incorrect about something? DANGER. Someone says you reacted impulsively and seem to have misconstrued someone's words as a personal attack? YET ANOTHER ATTACK.

Eventually you lose yourself and become this. I don't even know. This totally reactive thing, unable to think analytically about anything (which is uncomfortable and a danger), unable to assess harms, unable to encounter anything new without having a meltdown. And none of it is a real escape because, well, you've created a life defined entirely by aversion to discomfort, which is the most uncomfortable life you can possibly imagine. Of course such people end up falling into fascist ideas about Why Your Life Sucks. When you build a life around trying to maintain as comfortable an equilibrium as possible, you cauterize the parts of you capable of growth, expansion, creativity, learning; at the same time, the knowledge of your own stuntedness is haunting so best not to think about that either. The world becomes this horrifying mirror maze where the only way to survive without offing yourself is by projecting your flaws onto others, bitterly externalizing your self-hatred (who could live like this and NOT hate themselves) just to avoid turning it inward. You end up living like a hollowed-out sea urchin

A lot of people I've met seem to think that mental healthiness is characterized by a lack of discomfort whatsoever, and are therefore justified in building a life where all discomforts can be avoided. On the one hand, I completely understand the impulse. Lord knows I have had colossally shitty times and wished I could just retreat into bed and fall asleep for as long as needed for everything to blow over. But like. You also have to understand that that's a fantasy, not a solution. When you have grown up living a crap life with nothing but discomfort, the ability to avoid it feels like exercising autonomy. But you really do have to be careful about making this your life ethos. I know so many people who have lapsed into total learned helplessness, so consumed by discomfort (mentally catastrophized into dangers) re: looking dumb, looking rude, looking X, looking Y that they just. Idk. Don't do anything except be bitter. You don't have to be that way. The solution isn't "tough it out" because that's also just a manifestation of your inability to handle discomfort. I also hesitate to say the solution is to focus on how much better your life will be when you do X and Y, because the entire point of the inability to handle discomfort is that it constantly manifests in precluding the possibility of even wanting X and Y in the first place since to want it and not be able to do it IS in itself another source of discomfort.

Idk what the solution is, exactly. I just think it's important to understand that sometimes things can feel awful and still not necessarily harm you

Fundraising for Youth

Hi all!

For the holidays i was able to do an awesome little unofficial fundraiser for youth in foster care in my county and deliver 7 Bath and Body works gift bags to my local CASA office.

There is an absolute desperate need for the 12 and up population as these kiddos are often overlooked in favor of younger kids.

My family and amazing friends have purchased some stuffed animals and Stanley cups which i will drop off for the CASA office and for a local foster care agency so some of the older kids can have birthday gifts throughout the year.

I have some cute Stanleys and Plushies (squishmallows and other animals!) and would like to get a few more Yeti/Stanley cups.

If you would like to help out, Tumblr friends, i'd love to write you a short fic/help you develop OCs/original stories! I have diverse rescue/first aid and farm experience so i can help you with all sorts of scenes and original/fanfic stories.

My Ko-Fi is here: link

Usually i don't write m/m, but i think maybe i could be tempted with some donations as i know Heated Rivalry is very popular right now!

I MADE A DONATION AND GOT THIS BANGER OUT OF IT. Instant karma.

If you have any cash to spare and wanna do something nice for some kids in foster care this is a great opportunity to do something good AND get a little treat out of it :)

Trevor Dubois, an indigenous man who was in the hospital for chemo following a brain cancer diagnosis, was murdered by Saskatoon hospital security via. forceful restraint on Friday over a plastic lighter that police are publicly calling an “imitation firearm”. The cops are now trying to make it seem like Trevor had methamphetamines and drug paraphernalia in the hospital room with him after security murdered him to justify what took place.

"Love your neighbors more than your government"

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My three children could die from the cold

They are trapped in freezing conditions inside a tent that offers no protection—no heating, no proper blankets no safety.

Alma and Lama are burning with high fevers and suffering from severe illness caused by this unbearable life in the cold. I watch them shiver in front of me powerless while my heart breaks.

Every minute that passes puts their lives at greater risk.

Please, donate now to help us provide warmth, food, and urgent medical care for my children.

If you cannot donate, please share—your share could be the reason my children survive.

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Today I woke up to a terrifying message from my baby Qais’s doctor. He told me Qais’s wound will keep bleeding pus and blood unless his surgery is done urgently. I will not forgive anyone who scrolls past and keeps browsing without sharing my post.

I am a helpless mother in Gaza. I cannot afford the surgery or the medication. Every donation, no matter how small, could stop this bleeding and save my child’s life. Please donate for Qais.

Please don’t scroll past us in this critical moment; even a small share or donation could ease suffering and give Qais another chance.

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I'm writing these words with a heavy heart and a sense of shame…

It's not easy for a doctor and pharmacist who has dedicated their life to serving people to reach out and ask for help, but circumstances are harsher than any pride.

My pharmacy was completely destroyed by the war,

and my home wasn't spared either… and I no longer have any source of income to support myself and my family.

I was forced to reopen a simple pharmacy, a tent,

offering no protection from the winter cold or the rain,

and with the recent storms, the tent itself was ruined,

and I continue to work in unbearable conditions,

but only because I don't know how to stop or give up.

The situation is extremely difficult… and the need is dire,

and the hardest thing is the feeling of abandonment,

when you feel alone,

and that many of the people you stood by didn't stand by you in this time.

I'm not asking for luxury,

nor anything more than what's necessary.

I'm asking for a life of dignity and a chance to get back on my feet.

Whoever can help, even a little,

may God reward them on behalf of me and my family.

And whoever can't, please share this post.

Forgive me… The pain is immense,

and the need is greater than silence.

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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The tent collapsed on my family today and my mother suffered severe bleeding. I’m begging you, if you have any humanity, please share this.

All I need is to keep her alive. She was transferred to a private hospital and the cost of her treatment is unbearable. Please donate to help us before it’s too late.

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Oh my God... I'm closer than ever to reaching my goal.

I only need $627 to reach my goal... This means every donation, no matter how small or large, is incredibly important to me. Please donate to help me reach my goal, please, everyone!

Just wanted to share one of my favorite artists. Bashar Murad has been integral to my creative process for years now - I am incapable of putting together a single writing playlist without his songs. I cannot recommend his music (and videos) enough.

For three days I've been battling this illness alone. A severe case of the flu has exhausted me; my weak body can't take it anymore. The cough won't subside, and my fever worsens day by day. I haven't slept a wink, not only because of the illness, but also because my bed is completely soaked with rainwater. I sleep on the cold floor, wet, shivering, and in pain.

I can't eat anymore. Every bite hurts; my throat is inflamed, and my stomach is empty. I went looking for medicine, something to ease this pain, but it was too expensive, so I returned empty-handed, suffering in silence.

The pain has become unbearable; I even wish for death. There's no rest at night, no medicine during the day, and I can't endure any longer. Every passing moment feels like my last. My only wish is that my voice reaches everyone who can help me by donating so I can buy medicine and repair our torn tent. Please donate and don't abandon us.

Please help my friend Ahmed. I beg you to send him survival funds as soon as possible. I am so afraid for him