the idea that it’s ‘creepy’ to interact with things posted a long time ago is so terrible for artists and contributes to the pressure to be constantly creating new work, at an unhealthy and unsustainable rate. I hate it so much.
Don't forget about the Palestinians.
Don't forget about them now.
Don't forget about them tomorrow.
Don't forget about them in a week from now.
Don't forget about them in a month.
Don't forget them next year.
Don't forget them in 5 years.
When the history books start to update, don't let them put lies in there.
When documentaries come out, boycott the ones who call this a victory for Israel.
When books release talking about soldier's personal experiences with Palestine, remember the victims. Remember the truth.
Don't forget about what we've seen.
Don't forget about what we've heard.
Don't let them tell lies about Palestine.
Don't forget about the Palestinians when the world tries to make this go away.
crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read
and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you
like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors
My name is Nour, and I’m 21 years old from northern Gaza.
I once lived a peaceful life with simple dreams, but everything changed on October 7th, 2023, when war tore through Gaza. I had to flee my home, leaving behind everything I knew, and now I live alone in a tent made of torn fabric in southern Gaza.
The constant bombings are unbearable, but being a lesbian in a society that rejects me is even harder.
I live in constant fear of judgment and violence. On top of this, I face extreme shortages of food, water, and basic supplies.
Life has become a daily fight for survival.
Dear LGBTQ+ brothers and sisters around the world, I turn to you in my time of desperate need. I have no one else to ask for help. The world around me looks at me with disgust, and I can no longer bear this life. I am exhausted, broken, and alone. Please, I beg you, help me leave this place and find safety, dignity, and a chance to live as myself. I cannot survive here any longer. Your support is my only hope.
Every day, I fear for my life. But I refuse to give up. I want to live. Please, your support can make all the difference. Every donation, no matter how small, gives me hope for a better tomorrow.
Friendly reminder that I was a dsmp fan and I will be at every monthly meeting to shit on dream
My name is Osama Basil, a web developer from Gaza. Over the past 10 months, I’ve witnessed the devastation of war firsthand. My office, where I devoted myself to my work, was destroyed, along with my source of income and future aspirations.The situation in Gaza grows more difficult each day, with destruction becoming a constant part of our reality. We've lost friends, colleagues, and loved ones, leaving our community deeply scarred.But I refuse to surrender. Despite the displacement and loss, I am committed to rebuilding my career and life. The war took my job, dreams of marriage, and a chance to pursue a master’s degree in programming and web design. After fleeing to Rafah with my family, I’ve been living in a tent for months, grappling with unstable access to electricity
@el-shab-hussein @nabulsi @irhabiya @wellwaterhysteria @appsa @stuckinapril
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏
I would like some good luck :)
This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.
Hi, my name is Mosab, and I want to take a moment to say thank you once again. Every single day, your kindness reminds me that we are not alone in this fight.
When I first shared my story, I didn’t know if anyone would listen. But you did. You showed up. And because of you, hope feels a little more real today.
Every day brings new challenges, but also small victories—thanks to you. Your support has been a light in the darkness, helping us push forward even when things feel impossible.
🏠 Still Searching for Stability – The road to safety is long, but we won’t stop fighting for a future. 😢 The Pain of Loss Never Fades – The absence of our 25 loved ones is a daily wound, but your kindness helps us heal. 💔 Dreams Still on Hold – But we believe in rebuilding, no matter how difficult the journey.
Every little act of kindness makes a difference:
💛 $10 might not seem like much, but to us, it’s a lifeline—food, clean water, a small moment of relief. 💛 A simple reblog can help us reach someone who can support us.
If you can’t donate, sharing this post means everything. Every reblog brings hope.
Your support isn’t just about donations—it’s about showing us that we’re not forgotten. That kindness still exists. That even in the darkest moments, there are people who care.
Thank you for standing with us. Your generosity, your love, and your willingness to help give us the strength to keep going.
With all my heart, Mosab and Family ❤️
My name is Ahmed, and I’m from Gaza. During this war, I’ve been finding tiny, helpless animals under the rubble—puppies and kittens who have lost their mothers, crying from hunger and shivering in the cold.
These innocent souls have no one to protect them, and their suffering is heartbreaking. They’re not just animals—they’re lives in desperate need of care, warmth, and food.
Your support can help me save them. Together, we can give these voiceless creatures a chance to survive.
Please, click the link to help. Even a small donation can make a world of difference.🙏🙏
Hey! I'm aroace and I use all pronouns!Also i’m a minor so please be respectful and kind! Have an awesome day!! :D
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