How come he can get a rod in his mouth and I can’t. Truly the worst timeline
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How come he can get a rod in his mouth and I can’t. Truly the worst timeline
Greta Thunberg is saying the truth we all know "Why are our government failing to step up and uphold international law?" "We are attempting to sail again with desperately needed humanitarian aid, But we are also delivering a message of hope and solidarity" Watch 👇
I think I actually misplaced this drawing #art
Ditto.
It's so crazy that trump is the best case I’ve seen for an accelerationist in the US white house. And his imperialism, militarism, white supremacy and capitalism isn't what's pissing blue maga genocidal democrats off. It's that he's incompetent at those things. American politics is mind-blowing.
My focus point is the stillness of my phone screen so I don’t get too dizzy this is awesome
The autistic ecstasy of walking in a tight little circle
Please, stand with us. Help my family survive this nightmare. Your kindness can be the light we desperately need in this darkness. With hope and gratitude, ISra August 31, 2025”
Your support could mean the difference between sleeping under the open sky or having a tent to shield us. It could mean the difference between children going hungry or eating a simple meal. It could mean giving us one small piece of hope in the middle of this endless suffering.
This war has stolen everything: our home, our stability, our safety, our dignity and above all, the people we loved most. But it has not stolen our will to survive, nor our belief that there are still hearts in this world that care.
We are exhausted from this life of constant movement, carrying our grief and our fear from one place to another. We never know where we will sleep tomorrow, or if we will even survive tomorrow.
We search for a spot, we argue with our exhaustion, and we try to convince our children that this tent fragile and temporary is “home” for now. But deep down, we know it is not a home. It is just another stop in a cycle of endless uprooting.
Imagine… in Gaza, even a place for the homeless to build a tent is no longer free. Every time we arrive somewhere new, the struggle begins again.
I lost my father in this war. That pain will never leave me. It follows me everywhere I go, even as I carry my family through this endless journey of displacement. And now, even finding a small patch of ground to put up a tent costs money.
We are not moving to a new home we are running from death, from bombs, from hunger. We leave behind memories, places, and sometimes the people we love.
“Today (August 31, 2025) by Isra Abd Alrahman, Organizer In Gaza, life has become a suitcase.... Every few weeks, my family and I are forced to pack whatever little we have left and leave again. www.gofundme.com/f/a-story-of...
I need support because despite everything, I’m still trying to grow, to build myself, even though I don’t know how long I’ll survive. I live with the constant fear that any moment might be my last. Please, help me fulfill my father’s wish. Help me continue. ISra
But the cost is overwhelming. A PhD at the Islamic University of Gaza amounts to more than 13,000 Jordanian Dinars. I have no electricity, no computer, and no financial support. I try my best every day. I can’t afford to continue my education, and I don’t even have food for the day.
Despite my father’s martyrdom, my family’s hardship, forced displacement, the bombing of my workplace, and now living in a tent protected only by my dog Diva, I’ve continued my PhD studies. Pursuing this degree is not just a personal goal it is my father’s dying wish, and I cannot walk away from it.
August 17th, 2025 by Isra Abd Alrahman, Organizer My Father’s Wish: A Journey to PhD From Under a Tent I have a dream, and even war couldn’t stop me—because I am stronger than the dream itself. www.gofundme.com/f/a-story-of...
www.gofundme.com/f/a-story-of...
August 9th, 2025 by Isra Abd Alrahman, Organizer This is Diva, my dog I live in a tent with my family and our loyal dog, who stays by our side despite being weak and hungry He hasn't eaten in days, yet still guards us every night If even he is starving, imagine what we are enduring Donate please
Please pray for my survival and that of the family members who remain with me. We long for a moment of stability—any place where we can finally rest.”
The humanitarian system has collapsed: aid convoys have stopped, and the supplies of the UN and NGOs have run dry. Each day has become a struggle to find food, water, and medicine. I am exhausted from constant walking and running, hungry, physically drained, and terrified.
Our neighborhood was threatened, and beneath the hail of bombardment and destruction that nearly claimed our lives, we gathered what little we could carry and fled late at night. This is the thirty‑first time we’ve been displaced from our home during these two years of war.
“July 25th, 2025 by Isra Abd Alrahman, Organizer To all who have stood by us and have never turned away from our suffering in Gaza, you are the heartbeat of humanity shining through our darkness. www.gofundme.com/f/a-story-of...
And the tragedy is — we don’t even have that amount. We can’t afford to buy it, not even to starve with dignity. This isn’t just inflation… it’s injustice that’s killing us daily. Flour has become a symbol of hunger — and of a world that refuses to hear our cries.”
The seller asks for60 in cash, but due to the 52% withdrawal fee from the bank, we actually need $125 to get it.
“July 18th, 2025 by Isra Abd Alrahman, Organizer Can you imagine paying 125 for just one kilo of flour? www.gofundme.com/f/a-story-of...
Please, don’t forget us. Please keep speaking about what’s happening. We are not just stories Your friend Isra”
Why are we punished for being hungry? Why are we shot at for simply trying to survive? The world says there is aid coming. But it either never reaches us or it’s stolen and sold in the markets for prices we can’t afford. Sometimes, your donations are the only reason we eat at all.
We managed to escape. We were lucky. But we came home with nothing. No flour. No aid. Nothing to eat. Just more fear. More trauma. And more questions we have no answers to.
We waited for hours. Then suddenly, without warning, gunfire broke out. People screamed. Some ran, others dropped to the ground. I held my brother so tightly — I was afraid we wouldn’t make it home. The bullets didn’t care who you were. They didn’t care if you were just a child.
There were so many people waiting — mothers holding babies, elderly men with canes, children even younger than my brother. No one had weapons. No one was there to fight. We were all just hungry.
We walked under the burning sun, nearly five kilometers, just hoping for a bag of flour. Not for luxury. Just something to eat. Something to survive.
www.gofundme.com/f/a-story-of...
“July 2nd, 2025 by Isra Abd Alrahman, Organizer Today, I walked with my little brother in search of food. We heard that there was flour being distributed near the corridor, and even though we were exhausted and hungry, we went. We had no choice — there’s nothing left at home.
“July 2nd, 2025 by Isra Abd Alrahman, Organizer Why is support for my fundraiser so weak despite all the hunger I’m enduring and the loss I’ve suffered? I have nothing. Please don’t abandon me like the war has. Please DONATE” www.gofundme.com/f/a-story-of...
From our hearts to yours—thank you, and please, consider giving today. Just enough to fill our cups, just enough to keep our children smiling through these dark times.”
We wait for peace with every breath, but until that day, your kindness is what sustains us. Help us to keep breathing, keep fighting, keep living.
Please stand with us. Not out of pity, but because you believe in a world where no parent’s heart must break over an empty plate. Help us stretch each donation into hope, each meal into courage.
I can’t reach you by phone. I can’t show you our empty cupboards. This letter is my only voice—and I use it to ask, once again, for your solidarity.
The bombs still echo in our memories. Fear still tightens our chests each dawn. But with your help, we can face the next sunrise knowing someone, somewhere, refuses to abandon us.
Each packet you send is more than food—it’s proof that we’re not forgotten. Every scoop of flour you provide becomes a lifeline, every bag of beans a renewed breath in the silence of our streets.
We aren’t asking for treats or indulgences. We’re simply praying for the basics: a handful of flour to bake bread, a few lentils to share with our children. Because right now, even the simplest ingredients feel like luxuries.
Today, I’m writing not to repeat what’s already been said, but to share how profound your impact remains. No aid convoys reach us. The markets are gutted or priced beyond our means. Sometimes, a family of four survives on a single cup of rice for the entire day.
I’ve seen your compassion in action, and I’ll never forget it. From the very first moments of this crisis—when the world grew quiet and help seemed out of reach—it was your generosity that kept our hope alive.
“July 2nd, 2025 by Isra Abd Alrahman, Organizer Empty Plates, Endless Hunger www.gofundme.com/f/a-story-of...
If you can donate, or even just share this with someone who might be able to help, you would be part of saving lives. From the deepest place in my heart—thank you.
But what choice do we have, when the children are starving? I’m not asking for much. Just a chance to feed my siblings. A little help so we can survive another day with dignity.
We have no father to search for food, no one to protect us. It’s just me, trying to keep my family alive. To get even a little flour, we would have to risk our lives—yes, just for flour. The roads are dangerous, and seeking aid could mean exposing ourselves to harm.
There is no food. No supplies. The markets are empty. Even the most basic item—flour—is gone. My younger siblings are crying from hunger, and I have nothing to give them. I would give them the world if I could… but right now, I can’t even give them bread.
“June 15th, 2025 by Isra Abd Alrahman, Organizer Dear kind hearts, Today I’m writing not just with worry—but with fear and heartbreak. www.gofundme.com/f/a-story-of...
www.gofundme.com/f/a-story-of...
I invite you to be part of my story, to help me rebuild what war has taken away. With your support, I can find hope again—for myself and for my family.
I ask for your help. In these dark moments, every bit of support matters. No matter how small, your contribution will help me rebuild what was destroyed. Every act of kindness will have a profound impact on my life.
I am also facing another painful loss—my car, which was my only means of transportation for work and daily life, was destroyed in the war. This has made even the simplest tasks, like reaching work opportunities or gathering essentials, incredibly difficult.
And now, more than ever, I need your support. I need your help to overcome this pain, to rebuild my life, and to return to my work so that I can stand on my feet again after this immense devastation.
mothers losing their homes, and children losing their childhoods to unimaginable injustice. Yet, despite everything, I refuse to give up. What I lost is not just material—it is pieces of my heart and soul. But I still believe in the power of resilience. I still believe that I can rebuild my life.
I am a journalist with a strong record of excellence in my studies and work. I have always strived to be a voice for the voiceless, to report with honesty, and to show the world the truth. But this war has made my mission even harder. As I continue working, I see fathers mourning their children,
my spirit grew weaker. As a journalist, I have always worked to bring the truth to the world, yet every day, I witness unbearable suffering—poverty, hunger, and children robbed of their freedom and dreams. Each scene of devastation and injustice weighs heavily on my soul.
Every passing moment of this war has been another wound to my heart. Beyond the loss of my loved ones, I also lost my home—the place where I sought refuge from the world. My office, the source of my livelihood, was completely destroyed. And as the destruction and bloodshed surrounded me,
whose laughter used to brighten my life. I lost my grandparents, who had nothing but words of love and inspiration to offer. I lost my uncle, who was my friend and brother at the same time. And I lost my dear friend, who always stood by me in my hardest moments.
“My name is Israa Abdel Rahman, a journalist from Gaza. This land, my home, has been crushed under the weight of war and destruction. In recent days, I have lost so many of my loved ones in this brutal war. I lost my father, who was my everything. I lost my granddaughters,
I am Israa, a journalist from Gaza. The war has taken my family, my home, my work, and my only means of living. Still, I refuse to give up. I am fighting to rebuild my life and continue my mission. Your support can make all the difference. Please share and donate. 💙 Donate here: gofund.me/2b2f55f6
@lucifersfursona.bsky.social dear friend, I'm not just writing words, I'm documenting pain.💔 We're dying from losing loved ones, from hunger, and from the world's silence.😔 Your support can help us get the most basic necessities, like food. Every interaction makes us feel we're not alone
OG Christian zionism Death cults can collaborate but eventually, no matter what, they will split and rupture into millions of different sects that all hate each other in some way. Ideology that will destroy the human species hard to overcome in collaboration, members find Fork found in kitchen
bro what is this fucking renaissance painting
That’s the prettiest devil bitten scab I’ve ever seen
Never on time for #WildflowerHour -- here's a Devil's-Bit Scabious from a week or so ago. A plant I had not seen till last year. Glad to find a scabious that can cope with clay, as late summer nectar can be hard to find. Community wildlife site. www.jeremybartlett.co.uk/2020/09/03/d...
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Israeli forces killed another Palestinian journalist, Islam Muhareb Abed, in an attack on Gaza City, bringing the total number of media workers killed in Israel’s war to at least 278, according to Gaza's Government Media Office. 🔴 LIVE updates: aje.io/siqj7j
YOU DIED
Was just talking with Becky about our Washington DC trip last year and how we stood looking at Trayvon Martin's space camp suit. It's so small. So Small. It's a moment that comes back and takes out my guts sometimes when I think about it and what's wrong with this country.
Bluesky has labelled my fundraiser link for my friend Amira in Gaza as “graphic content”. It’s a photo of her mourning her husband. Now you can’t see her fundraiser unless you get past the graphic warning. This is deliberate censorship @moderation.bsky.app
The israelis detonate explosive-laden robots among residential homes in Jabalia al-Nazla & east of Sheikh Radwan pond, north of Gaza City (Sarah Wilkinson)
A great cartoon by @mortenmorland.bsky.social - The #art of an #editorial #cartoon on #children being killed Either by #violence or by #stupidity. Anyhow...Very very disturbing. #Measles #Guns #USA #Vaccines #Shooting
Residents are finding all sorts of ways to fight ICE: They're recording and reporting. They're wheatpasting and sharing know-your-rights materials. And they're stepping up to care for each other, from delivering groceries to walking kids to school. 51st.news/dc-residents...
I am suspicious of who calls for the left to generally compromise across “disagreements” when they don’t say what those compromises entail. Because if they aren’t being explicit I assume they mean disposing of human lives and basic freedoms.
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I don't know who originally wrote it or remember who I first heard it from but "A liberal is someone who opposes every war except the current war and supports all civil rights movements except the one that’s going on right now." is the truest thing ever said and it just keeps on getting truer
Find "Tracking genocide" on social media, follow them, and see western (especially American) taxpayer's money in action. Western liberal democracies won't give their citizens free healthcare, housing, and education, but they will use taxpayer's money to fund genocides, all day everyday!
Angel playing basketball with its own face is very important to me
designs for a science fantasy interpretation of the divine comedy (2024) ✴︎
Avian August 今年は8/30が最終日でした。ハワイの鳥を描くのは初めて。最初は南国の鳥たちを描く楽しみばかり考えていたものの、描き進めるほどに「え、ハワイってこんなに絶滅種/絶滅危惧種が多いの…？」と深まる絶望。また絶滅危惧種でなくても、生息域が狭まっていたり、急激に個体数を減らしている種も多数。 ハワイでは古くから狩猟なども行われていたものの、固有種の鳥たちが絶滅に向かう主たる原因は、 #AvianAugust #AvianAugust2025
I've accepted that drawing toxic waste mutants might be my calling
exactly the same thing as grandma clown dolls
#neverforget
Gustave Doré (1832-1883), “La Folie [Madness]” (n.d.), oil on canvas, 120.5 x 170.5 cm.
It always makes me laugh when EU liberals think that the European Union (the world's most ruthless and powerful single market) is some "democratic" entity that values "human rights" and "international law", lol. It's funny cos the EU is just a capitalist, white supremacist and imperialist entity.
BREAKING: At least 78 Palestinians, including 32 aid seekers, have been killed in Israeli attacks across Gaza since dawn on Sunday, medical sources have told Al Jazeera. 🔴 LIVE updates: aje.io/7i3qdp
Aint it like White people to spend centuries invading and colonizing countries they had no business being in, and then have the gall to turn around and tell immigrants they're not welcome on the land they stole.
[white people after a long ass day of being racist, supporting the genocide of Black and Brown peoples, and using their white privilege]: "Oh, I'm such a good person, because I'm vegan, I love animals, I have ten dogs and twenty cats, and I run an animal shelter. Yeah, I'm a fucking saint!"
Australian white ibis! I was at the park while I was drawing this guy, watching the ibis nest on an island on the lake. There was a lot of ibis honking, which inspired this piece hehe
i keep seeing people being like "guys liking matcha is a red flag/male manipulator behavior" like. why would you try to do this. what do you gain. by taking away my delicious little grass drink. what do you get out of this. why are we listening to these people
