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Reblog the fundraisers you mfs!!!!! I don't know why you all skip those to reblog some pic of a banner saying "FREE PALESTINE" or of news from Columbia University! Literally these people from Gaza have made an account on Tumblr and is writing in english to communicate what they need and you all are coming onto my blog or on the tag and not reblogging their posts. We have people both Palestinian and non Palestinian vetting the fundraisers! I mean more the reblogs, more the chance of the fundraisers gaining momemtum, the more there would be a chance of a donation. Please donate if you can and reblog!!! and follow them if it is possible.

@/mohammedayesh has posted getting leaflets telling them to evacuate Rafah. They are very low on funds. Go follow them and reblog their posts and donate if possible.

We have @/haneenatya too whose mother is suffering from eye stroke and need to evacuate. Please I have been following them for some days and it doesn't seem their own posts are getting much attention.

Follow them! They are on tumblr. Reblog their posts and donate. The protests in universities are being done on account of them. They should be our focus.

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your friends don't hate you. do you hate your friends? I'm not friends with people I hate. I don't talk to them, I don't spend time with them, I don't call them my friends. I don't have the time or energy for fake friendships. why would I assume other people do?

your friends don't hate you. your friends aren't lying to you. if they are, then stop being friends with them. if someone hates you, you're not going to change their mind by diminishing yourself and putting yourself down. you're not going to make them love you by being obsequious. if they're annoyed by you being earnest, they're also going to be annoyed by you being ironically detached. so fuck 'em. that's their problem. it shouldn't stop you from being earnest— it should stop you from being friends with them.

your friends don't hate you. they don't find you overbearing. they hate seeing you flagellate yourself for breathing. they don't hate being told you love them. why would they hate that? who hates hearing that they're loved? do YOU hate when your friends say they love you? no? then don't assume they do.

your friends don't hate you. stop assuming your friends are callous and cold and two-faced. have they actually PROVED themselves to be callous and cold and two-faced? because if they have, then you should stop being friends with them. but if you love them so much you're choking on it, they're probably not. they're probably kind and warm and genuine. that's why you love them, isn't it?

your friends don't hate you. the paradox of a friendship so volatile that you can love them with your whole heart but if you tell them that then their opinion of you will immediately and irrevocably be poisoned is not real and will make you sick. to assume the worst about your friends is a weird way to think of someone you love. it's a weird way to love them. they're in your life because you want them to be— don't you think you're in theirs because they feel the same?

your friends don't hate you. your friends don't hate you. your friends don't hate you.

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WAIT!

Before you hit send on that ask, reblog, or reply, remember to stop and PROOFREAD!

am I Pissing on the Poor?

did I Read the post in bad faith?

could I be Overexaggerating?

am I Out of line for saying this?

is it kind of Fucked up to say that to a total stranger?

is what I said Rude?

am I being Egotistical?

am I Angry at words that weren't in the post?

did I Dream up a pretend person to get mad at?

ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT YOURSELF FROM LOOKING LIKE A JACKASS ONLINE!

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genuinely cannot comprehend how democrats are gonna convince the youth to vote for them again in november after they literally let the police beat the shit outta them for protesting against genocide

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I was punched and pepper sprayed by cops that my university administration set on student protesters yesterday. Including once where a cop ripped my mask off my face, grabbed my jaw, and sprayed pepper sprayed straight into my mouth. The university sent out an alert in the middle of our protest canceling classes for the rest of the day, only citing “adverse conditions”. After protesters dispersed under threat of even more violence and three buses of riot police from all over the state with rubber bullets and bully sticks parked in front of one our school’s famous landmarks. I staggered over to a couple of friends who were watching on the sidelines. They gave me water and an apple and held a bag of ice on my very pepper spray irritated face. As they were walking me back to my dorm we ran into one of their roommates. She had taken cancelled classes as an opportunity to get crumbl cookie with her friends. Standing in front of her, happy in a floral blouse with her box of cookies, in my pepper spray and water soaked tshirt, keffiyeh sadly hanging off my shoulder, holding an ice pack to my mouth, felt like a slap in the face.

After putting my pepper spray soaked clothes, shoes, and keffiyeh in a plastic bag and taking an extraordinarily painful shower, a friend and I went for dinner just off campus. There we had a pot of green tea and ramen to soothe pepper sprayed throats. We got ice cream after (shared a cup with chocolate and raspberry pomegranate with strawberry pieces on top, it was very good). From our spot outside the ice cream place we watched a steady stream of groups of sorority girls in matching jeans shorts and blue bikini tops walking back to their apartments after some apparently raucous parties. The cognitive dissonance was insane. I really felt a little like I was going crazy.

Even this morning, waking up to the smeared sharpie of the National Lawyer’s Guild’s phone number on my arm, a black and blue chest from where a grown man straight up clocked me while I was held up by two other protesters in a wall, and a still sore throat and eyes from the pepper spray, life goes on like normal. I still have final papers to write and a math exam to review for.

I’m not sure I really have a point. But, this feeling only makes me want to fight harder for a free Palestine. So, fuck Israel for being an apartheid state and all of their crimes over the last 76 years. Fuck university administration for not disclosing their level of investment in Israel. Fuck university administration for not divesting from this genocide. Fuck Joe Biden for actively supporting this genocide. And fuck the police.

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College protestors are braver than any Israeli soldier

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I hate the trope of "I refuse to hit women!! [Gets decked]" cause it's boring but I do like the trope of someone in an RPG going "hey I don't wanna hit a kid that's kinda fucked up" and the kid just obliterates them

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Reblogging would be a great help, but don’t feel pressured to

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another deranged drawing from my demented mind

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Happy International Asexuality Day!

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garf :3 💜💙

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Grumble grumble…

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ate

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crazy how much the things you consume as a kid inform what you love as an adult

as a child i often watched old horror films with my grandpa and loved cartoons like courage the cowardly dog, billy and mandy, invader zim, and gravity falls. i would eat up my brother's books on cryptids and the supernatural. watching monster quest on history channel.

now i am 23, excitedly watching as many new analog horror series on youtube as i can, loving weird experimental horror, even if its not good, just because it is different. and now trying to develop my own horror webcomic

i am holding hands with my little self and telling her a scary story. this time its one i wrote. she loves it.

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i'll go first my parents almost named me felicity. which would've been so cool but i definitely would've been like 5x crazier if i was named that

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never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱