We are exhausted from constantly having to explain ourselves, which is why we now speak with very few words. But please know that behind these few words is a great deal of pain, suffering, and struggle that we live with every single day in Gaza. What we are going through is far beyond what can be explained or described.
I am a friend of Abdul Rahman and his family, and I am writing this appeal because what they are going through is beyond unbearable. Abdul Rahman's mother has liver cancer, one of the most dangerous types of cancer. Her condition is very serious, and she needs urgent treatment without any delay. 11,164 euros have been raised out of a goal of 30,000 euros, and time is running out before the Rafah crossing opens so they can travel for treatment. Please, don't leave them alone… Every donation or share could save a mother's life. Your compassion today could change the fate of an entire family 💔
Has what we're going through become normal for you? Have you grown accustomed to hearing this? Please, for a moment, stop everything and pay attention to me. I'm sharing this with a heavy heart… Time waits for no one, and my mother's life hangs in the balance. I swear to you, her condition is very serious and we need to act quickly. I don't want to lose my mother.
please donate if you are able to and share, please help his mother get the treatment she needs to live as her life depends on it.
If you can please donate!
I swear my mother's condition is extremely serious. Why aren't you helping me? I need you! I need your help! My mother's condition is critical. Today we went to the doctor, and he told us she'll be hospitalized on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday because of her serious condition. On our way home, my mother stopped walking five times because of the pain from the gallbladder issue that's still in her body. Please help me!
The doctor also stressed that she needs immediate treatment outside the Gaza Strip, and the Rafah crossing is still closed, but there are reports that it will open next week. Please, my mother's life depends on your donations. I implore you, I appeal to your compassionate hearts, please don't ignore this. Donate for my mother now, even a few euros will help. 💔
To everyone reading this on Tumblr,
The war is ongoing with no end in sight, and we are being drained more with each passing day. It has been more than 10 days without a single donation — 10 days of helplessness, fear, and waiting.
Your donations are not extra support; they are what prevents hunger, provides medicine, and keeps us alive. Without them, we are collapsing in silence.
Please don’t scroll past this as if it’s just another post. Behind these words is a real family being crushed under the weight of war.
Your donation is not a secondary choice… It is the difference between holding on and breaking completely.
And if you cannot donate, sharing this could save us. Please don’t leave us alone in this darkness. 💔
We are so grateful to everyone who supported us while my sister was in the hospital. Thanks to your prayers and kindness, she is finally home and slowly getting better.🙏💗
But now, we are facing a desperate situation. Our landlord has given us only two weeks to pay the rent of $1,500 or we will have nowhere to go. The weather is bitterly cold, my elderly parents cannot withstand it, and my sister is still too weak to face any stress.😔💔
We don't know what else to do, and we are turning to you with hope in our hearts. Every single donation, no matter how small, will help us keep a roof over our heads and give my family safety and warmth. Please, help us today , your support can save us from the streets and give us hope in this very difficult time.🙏😔💔
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Today I stood beside my mother in the hospital, and the doctors were clear: her condition is critical and deeply alarming. My mother is not asking for the impossible , she is asking for her right to live. She is a human being, a soul in pain, just like your mother.
Why this silence? Why this indifference? My mother urgently needs to travel to receive the treatment that could save her life.
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If you've ever labeled any of these things as abuse when an adult opens up about their experiences but will defend parents who do the same thing, you need to reevaluate yourself.
DNI: Narcissistic/Borderline/Anti-social/Histrionic abuse believers.
thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)
like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it
Also very big! Takes up two stories!
Hey btw why are those different
Transgender Warriors (1996) Leslie Feinberg
"I began to dawdle over breakfast during shift changes, asking both waitresses questions. After weeks of inquiries, they invited me to a demonstration, outside Kleinhan's Music Hall, protesting the Israeli war against Egypt and Syria. I was particularly interested in that protest. The state of Israel had been declared shortly before my birth. In Hebrew school I was taught "Palestine was a land without peo-ple, for a people without a land." That phrase haunted me as a child. I pictured ears with no one in them, and movies projected on screens in empty theaters. When I checked a map of that region of the Middle East in my school geography textbook, it was labeled Palestine, not Israel. Yet when I asked my grandmother who the Palestinians were, she told me there were no such people.
The puzzle had been solved for me in my adolescence. I developed a strong friendship with a Lebanese teenager, who explained to me that the Palestinian people had been driven off their land by Zionist settlers, like the Native peoples in the United States. I studied and thought a great deal about all she told me. From that point on I staunchly opposed Zionist ideology and the occupation of Palestine.
So I wanted to go to the protest. However, I feared the demonstration, no matter how justified, would be tainted by anti-Semitism. But I was so angered by the actions of the Israeli government and military, that I went to the event to check it out for myself. That evening, I arrived at Kleinhan's before the protest began. Cops in uniforms and plainclothes surrounded the music hall. I waited impatiently for the protesters to arrive. Suddenly, all the media swarmed down the street. I ran after them. Coming over the hill was a long column of people moving toward Kleinhan's.
The woman who led the march and spoke to reporters proudly told them she was Jewish! Others held signs and banners aloft that read: "Arab Land for Arab People!" and "Smash Anti-Semitism!" Now those were two slogans I could get behind! I wanted to know who these people were and where they had been all my life!
Hours later I followed the group back to their headquarters. Orange banners tacked up on the walls expressed solidarity with the Attica prisoners and the Vietnamese. One banner particularly haunted me. It read: Stop the War Against Black America, which made me realize that it wasn't just distant wars that needed opposing. Yet although I worked with two members of this organization, I felt nervous that night. These people were communists, Marxists! Yet I found it easy to get into discussions with them. I met waitresses, factory workers, secretaries, and truck drivers. And I decided they were some of the most principled people I had ever met. For example, I was impressed that many of the men I spoke with talked to me about the importance of fighting the oppression of gays and lesbians, and of all women. Yet I knew they thought they were talking to a straight man"
Rop Van Mierlo: Wild Animals (2010)
Here are the 2024 vaccine recommendation schedules. They’ve already been wiped from the cdc site. Save them and share widely, especially to your friends with kids.
Hi!!! One of my parents got meningitis when I was a kid.
They were in the hospital for nearly a month, the rest of us were all placed in medical quarantine, there were several points we thought they were gonna die, and even though they survived, it was a SUPER close call and they lost about two years of memories from the ensuing brain damage.
Like… a two-uear-long cookie-cutter pocket of thoughts and memories went missing right out of their brain. It’s an inflammation of the brain that cooks it alive.
I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THERE WAS A VACCINE.
I WILL BE GETTING IT.
Huh. Canada doesn't require the meningitis vaccine for school? I live in the US, and getting the meningitis vaccine was required for college.
after volunteering at a harm reduction agency for a couple months i can confidently say that addicts and homeless people (and homeless addicts) are not the boogeymen people make them out to be. they all just want coffee and candy. there's all this fear mongering and meanwhile your local addict is just some guy drinking a double double with slightly smaller pupils than normal.
and before you bring up a bad thing an addict has done, please remember that sober people have also done bad shit and that the majority of addicts are totally safe to be around. if you want to talk about how scary addicts are, i will talk about all the customers i had at my old job who made me fear for my life. stop fear mongering and start actually meeting addicts. yes, they can be scary, but so can anybody. fear mongering about addicts only leads to discriminatory policies and policing, which increases violence against them and worsens the problem.
the scariest thing about addiction isn't the addicts. it's the blood on the hands of politicians.
This little guy has lived in my head for soooo long, but I haven't drawn him since I was a kid haha.
ID: a semi-realistic pen drawing of a squirrel and pigeon combined gryphon style, with loose low-saturation colors slapped on. Underneath it says North American Rock Gryphon, common name American Squigeon. end ID
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I cannot forgive those who see this plea and choose to walk away. I write these words with a broken heart, crying for my mother.
She is suffering in silence, growing weaker with every passing day. Malnutrition and the lack of medication are draining her strength, and now she urgently needs a life-saving surgery — her last hope — while I stand helpless, watching her fade.
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Carnotaurus sitting.
