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every year on this date i think about the exact same thing. its not just that the serbs in srebrenica killed over eight thousand innocent men for being bosniak muslims. its that they also scattered their body parts in different hidden mass graves kilometers apart from each other. about a thousand havent been found yet and its been twenty eight years as of today. so the victims families, even when they do get notified that a body part of their massacred brother or father or husband or other male relative has finally been found. often times years after theyd died. years they had to hold onto bleak hope that maybe somehow theyre still alive out there. have to decide whether to have that body part buried that year. and finally give the deceased some sort of a dignified resting place . or to wait a bit longer and see if maybe their arm will be found in another mass grave that might get uncovered later that year. or a leg. or ribs. or the skull. if you bury what of the body has been recovered so far. what do you do with the rest if its found later. how do you make that decision. how is anyone meant to make that decision. i dont think ill stop thinking about it as long as im alive

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"clearly these palestinian fundraisers are a scam bcos why would anyone choose tumblr to fundraise? it's a niche site that don't have algorithms" this one never fails to make my blood boil with the way it reeks of tumblrite self-importance and exceptionalism. as in, "how dare these people join tumblr and make me have to look at their suffering? don't they know tumblr is not supposed to be like other social media sites??"

who the fuck do you people think you are and what is so special about this god-forsaken, fascist-ridden website that you get to be shielded from reality and look away from what you and your countries have inflicted on Palestine and its people?

what's so special about you, that you think you can just not help out, when users on tiktok, instagram, twitter, and facebook are coming up with all sorts of gimmicks just to trick the algorithm and rally support for the families they are helping? tumblr supposedly not having an algorithm should be all the more reason for you to keep reblogging fundraisers, because you never know which reblog could help a post gain more traction, and you have nothing to lose by sharing, because there's no algorithm that would suppress your posts!

you people keep saying "just donate to official charities" because you want to foist the responsibility of helping to just a few groups of people, pinch your nose and wipe your hands after you hand the money, and go about your life unbothered while a genocide is happening.

you don't deserve to go on enjoying your little fandoms and kekeing about stupid shit in a safe little bubble just because you lack morals and empathy. You have an obligation and responsibility to help, just like everyone else.

Donate to Yousef and his family:

Yousef's gfm

Rewaa and Mohamed's gfm

Karam's gfm

Ismail's gfm

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Rooms for Reading . Frank Halmans

Even more rooms for reading 01 02 04 05 . 2014

Rooms for reading 01 . 2019

Ten Rooms for Reading 00 03 06 07 . 2016

www.frankhalmans.nl

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MOONLIGHT (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

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1974

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a couple photos from my first roll of harman phoenix... this really is a very unique film. i am excited to shoot more of it.

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Evening light, landscape with two oaks    -    Walter Rudolf Leistikow 

German, 1865-1908

75 x 100 cm     29.5 x 39.3 in

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God’s Own Country (2017) dir. Francis Lee // Matthias & Maxime (2019) dir. Xavier Dolan

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Spaced (1999 - 2001)

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de chirico painting made for a magazine competition i found in a weird pdf but cant find anywhere else. he suffered from extreme migraines

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"Storm Chaser" [2003-2013] by Carsten Peter

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TRUE BLOOD | 3x01 - “Bad Blood”

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Salman Toor (Pakistani, b.1983), Dead Dad Puddle, 2024

Charcoal, ink. gouache on paper, 12 x 9 in

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LOVE LETTER TO THE ELECTRICAL GRID

plexiglas etching

subscriptions | tip jar

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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Sumptuous - Jeanne Rosier Smith , 2025.

American, b. 1966  -

Pastel , 8 x 8 in.