If you ever wondered why they call tattoos and piercings "unprofessional" and "unsophisticated"
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If you ever wondered why they call tattoos and piercings "unprofessional" and "unsophisticated"
Source: Lainey Molnar
Israel now controls 64% of Gaza Strip, up from 53% in October 2025 at the start of the “ceasefire”.
We are now trapped in the shrinking areas left for us, confined to less than half of Gaza with no real life left to live, no safety, no basic necessities, no future. We live among rubble and destruction while insects, rats, and disease spread around us. Israel continues destroying families, children, women, and the elderly with no consequences, while the world watches in silence. It feels as if they are only waiting for people to grow tired of hearing about Gaza so this horror can continue unseen.
And we are just one of those families, a father, a mother, and four children trying to survive this nightmare alone. Today, we depend entirely on donations to buy food, medicine, clothes, and the most basic needs for our children. This is not exaggeration or emotional wording; it is our reality. If donations come, we are able to survive another day. If they do not, we are left with nothing.
Please do not grow numb to our suffering. Do not let this world take away your humanity. Even sharing our story can help it reach someone willing to save a family or feed a hungry child. We are not asking for luxury, we are a family facing fear, hunger, and destruction every single day, pleading with kind people not to leave us alone in this slow death. Thank you to everyone who still sees the people of Gaza as human beings deserving of life.
This mother is pleading with you for her four children. They are living in dire circumstances due to the war in Gaza. Please amplify their voices to the world, and whoever can help should donate to them.
Please don’t scroll past this.
My voice is small, but together you can make it reach the world. I am trying to be heard in the middle of so much silence and pain.
If you can’t donate, please just share my story. One repost could bring hope, could bring help, could change everything for my children and my family.
Be the reason my voice is not lost.https://www.tumblr.com/savechildamir/815752693911011328/donate-to-we-no-longer-have-a-home-we-are-just?source=share
Before I tell my story… there are words I need you to read first. Wor… Enas Majed needs your support for We No Longer Have a Home… We Are J
Could any of you please help my children? I am a mother of four living under very harsh conditions in Gaza. I rely on your donations to provide food, clothes, medicine, and education expenses for my children.
A goober father and his goober AI son.
A mother bids farewell to her son after his martyrdom in today's bombing in Gaza.
I keep thinking about something…
How many people, in their last moments, knew it wouldn’t work… knew there was no real chance…
and still tried to help someone else anyway?
Not because it would save them.
Not because anyone would remember.
But because, in that moment, helping someone else felt like the only thing that still mattered.
We like to believe the world is cold. And sometimes it is. But then there are these moments… quiet, unseen…
where someone chooses kindness even when it changes nothing. Or maybe it changes everything. Maybe being human isn’t about winning or surviving. Maybe it’s about trying… even when it feels pointless.
Because it matters anyway.
Sometimes people try to help… even when they know it won’t be enough. Not because it guarantees anything, but because someone else might need that moment of care.
I’m writing this as a father of four children.
Right now, we are living through a situation where support like yours is what keeps us going. Food, clothing, even shelter… it all depends on the help we receive. If you choose to help us, you are not just giving money. You are giving my children a chance to keep going.❤️
I don’t usually add anything when I reblog posts like this. But this one stayed with me longer than I expected. There’s something very real here… not just words. A family, four kids, trying to keep going with whatever they have. If you read it, just don’t scroll too fast.
be sure to leave out milk and cookies for brutus tonight
You can leave as many cookies as you want but he’ll only et two
this remains the funniest addition anyone’s made to one of my posts
From the University of Kentucky’s Art Museum, William Welsh’s grand painting Burlesque Queen (1941) … I like the University’s official description: “She wears her corpulence—and skimpy costume—with confidence and ease.“
The hardest thing for me as a mother is sometimes keeping my children inside the tent all day. I don’t want them to go out and see other children buying food or fruit ... simple things my children have been without for a long time. I try to protect their small hearts from the feeling of deprivation, but my own heart breaks for them every day.
I am a displaced mother from Gaza.
For the sake of my children, if you can help at all, please do so through this link.
I’ve known Ines here for some time, and I want people to understand that her words come from a very real place. She is a mother in Gaza trying to protect her children while living in a tent, and the small things many of us take for granted have become difficult for them. If you read her post, please keep her family in your thoughts and share her story so more people can see it.
i wonder what they're gossiping about
had to draw them
I know I've mentioned this before, but if your crush is autistic (or suspected), you ABSOLUTELY MUST tell them you have a crush on them. And if your way of telling them is inviting them somewhere as a date, you ABSOLUTELY MUST tell them it's supposed to be a date.
The only reason I am married to my wife now is that in 2018 she straight up told me she had a crush on me and wanted to be my girlfriend.
Seconding. I didn't realise spouse had been flirting with me AFTER A SOLID WEEK OF TALKING ONLINE NON-STOP when they explicitly asked if I wanted to go on a date
One of my ex’s didn’t realize I had a thing for him after I whipped off my top, revealing a lacy hot pink see through bra and sat on his lap flirting for half an hour. His eyes never went below my nose. I sighed, took that as rejection, and moved off and said “oh, I had such a crush on you.”
He was genuinely shocked. He thought his crush was unrequited and was trying to be a gentleman. I thought half naked lap grinding was an impossible to miss signal.
If you have a neurodivergent baddie you wanna bang your only option is to yell “I CHOOSE YOU PICACHU”
Remember: this is NOT only if you want to bang
if you want to not have sex but still want to smooch PLEASE clarify that
PLEASE!!!!!!
if you want to not
have sex but still want to smooch
PLEASE clarify that
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Good advice. Reblogging for the haiku bot.
I feel honored that one of my posts was chosen by the haiku bot
I feel honored that
one of my posts was chosen
by the haiku bot
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Oh my god haiku bots’ double dipping
I identify the most with the woman who has a green velvet ribbon around her neck and keeps being like "DONT untie my neck ribbon or something really bad will happen" and then her husband unties the ribbon and her head falls off. this is extremely real to me. spent my whole life like "please don't do this thing to me or really bad stuff will happen" and everyone around me being like "that sounds fake" and doing it anyway. and then my head fell off!
you live here
Are you using Martian Wikipedia why does it specify "human settlement"
listen. There's a whole mentality shift that needs to happen culture wide here, from the schools to the public infrastructure to pet ownership to the justice system
The proper response to your dog doing a natural behavior you dislike (digging/barking/protecting etc) it to give them an appropriate time and place to engage in that behavior
The proper response to skateboarders damaging infrastructure is to build more and better skate parks, or build skate elements into the public infrastructure on purpose.
The proper response to homeless people sleeping on park benches is to build them houses.
you see how there's like, a commonality at play here?
The proper response to a disruption is to address the root of the disruption directly, not somehow attack the disruption itself -
you don't invent a muffler by swinging a bat at the engine noise, you don't relieve your hunger by punching yourself in the stomach, you don't resolve public unrest by sending armed men to control them and you don't prevent homeless people using bus shelters as a roof by removing the bus shelters.
a whole ass shift in a basic mindset, i'm tellin' you. We need it.
Gentle alchemy
comic that appeared to me as I was waking up from a dream
Edit: this got more attention then I thought lol if you wanna redraw this just reblog this with your redraw to credit me or put my @ (idk how tumblr works ngl)