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I don't want to be "private jet" rich, I want to be "buy everything I want in a museum shop" rich
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We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.
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This is who is leading the NYC mayoral democratic primary rn
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wow I love to sit crosslegged without moving for several hours straight!
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Being the only bi cis guy amongst almost exclusively trans friends and peers is wild because in theory its like im living in a horny manga where all of a dudes friends turn into hot babes, but in reality they are hunting me like the last bison on the prairie. 5 years ago I mentioned bionicle and one of them asked when I was starting estrogen.
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when ur an artist ppl love to be like omg u know whay you should do? [cheap and easy marketable slop]... that would be so popular.. omg or like a [completly different medium] or even [overcrowded niche market] did you think of that? those would sell so well and you could make so many so fast.. you should totally try it!! ....oil ladscapes? dont be silly people want 10$ pet portrait comissions, paint mixing videos, and clay earrings you stupid fucking moron.
#LITERALLY WHEN PEOPLE ARE LIKE OH JUST SELL WHAT'S POPULAR AT ARTIST ALLEYS#GUN TO HEAD YOU CAN NEVER FUCKING MAKE ME ENGAGE WITH GENSHIT IMPACT OR FF14#AND I AIN'T CROSSING THE RIOT GAMES PICKET LINE WITH ARCANE EITHER YOU CAN'T MAKE ME
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🕊️ Nadin’s Hope: A Mother, A Memory, A Future
Hello, my name is Nadin I’m from Gaza. I’m a graphic design graduate. I’m a wife. And now — I’m a mother.
I finished my design studies just before the war began. I had dreams of starting a small design studio, of making art that told stories. I used to think about colors, fonts, sketches. I used to think about the future.
Then the war came. And the future became something we tried to hold onto, moment by moment.
On October 22, 2023, I was pregnant when a missile destroyed my husband’s family home. 25 members of our family were killed — his mother, his siblings, his nieces and nephews, children. Entire branches of a family tree gone in seconds.
We were displaced twice after that. Everything we had disappeared — home, safety, routine, rest.
A few weeks later, I gave birth to our daughter. There was no crib. No stillness. No celebration.
But she came into the world quietly and beautifully. And in her eyes, I saw something I hadn’t felt in weeks: life that still wanted to grow.





Now, I spend my days holding her and trying to build a world around her that doesn’t shake with explosions.
We don’t know what comes next. There is no clear path. We are walking toward the unknown, step by step — with our daughter in our arms and hope as our guide.
🧡 How You Can Help
This is why I’m asking for support. Not for comfort — but for survival. To help care for one baby girl who entered the world after everything else collapsed.
If you can spare anything, it will help us:
Cover basic needs, so we can breathe and heal
Support a path toward even the smallest stability in a place that has none
My husband manages the donations securely through a U.S.-registered Stripe account. Everything is converted to USDT and exchanged here in Gaza. The rates are difficult — $100 becomes only 245 shekels — but we use every shekel carefully, with full transparency and documentation.
🎨 Sharing a Piece of Me
I want to share more than my need. Over the next few weeks, I’ll begin posting some of my graphic designs from before the war. They are pieces of who I was — and who I still am.
They may not be perfect, but they hold something real: my story before the silence, and my belief that beauty can still live alongside survival.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you. If you can give — thank you. And if you can’t, just sharing this post is a form of support I will never forget.
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It really is 2003 again Jesus Tapdancing Christ.
Like, all Republicans did was replace Iraq and gay people with Iran and trans people.
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WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK
#was accepted to a convention this year!!!!!!!#Also altho I. lost the advocacy worker job my boyfriend's dad sent me a job where he works#it's a temp contract but I am not complaining
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It is your sworn duty, when you're in your 30's, to do something every day that would have gotten you viciously bullied in high school.
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My friend, can you imagine that I have become helpless? 💔‼️
I am Ahmed, I live with my father, but life has become very painful between hunger, thirst and other things. I went to the aid south of Rafah, where the Americans hold the aid, and I went to get food, but they opened fire on us and my leg was shot, and now I am disabled. 💔 They put iron in my leg so it wouldn't be amputated. If I don't take the necessary treatment that the doctors prescribed for me, my life will deteriorate and they will amputate my leg. But they performed a very dangerous surgery on me, and after several attempts, the operation was successful. They threatened me that if I didn't take care of myself, my leg would be amputated. 😭😭 I had a simple life, a warm home, and my mother died. She used to fill our lives with light. But the war took everything from us... Our homes were destroyed, our dreams were burned, and all that remained was pain and fear. 😭


Can you imagine that I die and my leg is cut off and I remain disabled for the rest of my life, and I am in the prime of my youth? 😭😭 Can you imagine what it means to me? I am a person like any other human being. I went to get food so that we can live. Every day we die of hunger. The Israeli army started shooting at us and most of the people were martyred. I was shot in the leg, and in my last moments they saved my life by cutting off my leg. But after that, will I die or will my leg be cut off? 😭😭
Can you imagine the hunger and thirst that we live with every day? I die of hunger every day of my life. My father is sick with Sultan's disease, multiple sclerosis, and pneumonia. The doctors tell me that your father will one day pass away. He will lose his sight and stop seeing anything. Can you imagine it? 😭😭💔💔💔 No, no, I can't imagine it. I am in your hands. Please help me.
The doctors told us that we only have one option to save him: my life. An urgent and complicated surgery to save my life will be in a few days to reattach the tendons and so that I can move my leg. 😭💔 Can you imagine a person who does not move his leg and remains helpless and filled with sadness over the loss of my mother? Also, my father is sick with diabetes, hepatitis, and multiple sclerosis. They said that at any moment my father will be separated from life and will stand still and live blind and unable to do anything. ‼️


Look at our meaning. I live in dilapidated tents. We go to a place about 100 meters away to go to the bathroom. 💔 We live in dilapidated tents and everything is separate from the details of life. Everything. Every day we die of hunger. I never imagined. 😭
Please donate to save our lives. Please help us buy food and medicine. Please don't leave me alone here. We are dying every day. I don't want to lose my life. Help me, don't hesitate 🙏🏻
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My friend @fadel-dani and his family haven't been able to eat bread for three days!!! The famine and war in Gaza have intensified, the bombing has increased, and the blockade has tightened, with food shortages increasing daily. The price of a 50kg bag of flour has reached 500 euros. This is unacceptable. Everything is getting more difficult, and the bombing doesn't stop. They need help!!!
Even worse, Fadel was injured when their home was bombed while they were inside. Fadel was left with shrapnel from the explosion and needs urgent surgery outside Gaza. He also suffers from thalassemia and needs a monthly treatment of 400 euros, which he can't afford now. He also suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder because his previous campaign, which raised nearly 15,000 euros to enable him to undergo surgery, was deleted. Unfortunately, all donations were returned to their owners, and a new campaign was created, which collected only 11,559 euros. I hope you will help him and his family. Let us be one hand together and help Fadl undergo his surgery, buy his treatments, and provide food for him and his family. Do not ignore him, my friends, he is in dire need of us.
His campaign is vatted by: @gazavetters in line (#197) and @90-ghost and @a-shade-of-blue
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i hate you summer i hate you heat i hate you sweating i hate you burning sun i hate you warm weather i hate you climate change
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