they/them and i like art and i like words and i like thinking and i like collecting interesting things. on paper i study cities but in practice i chew on anything that catches my eye.
db (adult) and this is my cabinet museum. adults only, please.
N.B.: many are turned away at the gate. take this not to heart. the space within is living, too.
‼️ I get many requests for reblogs and donations daily. I want to spread reblogs out so that more people see them, therefore, I will queue posts several times daily. If I have not reblogged your post, it is likely in the queue. 🫂🫂
my brain thoughts blog is @grassyarns
i do enjoy chatting...still, i may be skittish. i tend to be very literal just ask if you want clarification on whatever
i tag some things and don't tag others and oftentimes forget which is which so I can't promise anything but just know I'm doing my best.
Not to be a technical writer on main, but I've been bumping into the idea lately that the only reason explaining yourself in more detail never seems to work is because neurotypical people are misunderstanding you on purpose, or because they have short attention spans, or because they just hate listening to you talk – and sure, occasionally that's even true, but most of the time the problem you're running into is more fundamental.
Every time you add more detail, you're running the risk of tripping over a bad assumption on your part about the listener's prior knowledge, or hitting the tipping point where they become overwhelmed with new information (and remember that you don't know which parts of what you're saying will be new information for them), or making a leap of logic that isn't as self-evident as you think it is, or any of a dozen other potential snags which, by definition, you will not see coming until it's too late to correct course.
Basically, every piece of information you add multiplies the odds of you getting blindsided by some vector of misunderstanding you didn't anticipate, even as it addresses the ones you did anticipate. The point of diminishing returns where continuing to elaborate increases the odds of unexpected miscommunication more than it decreases the odds of expected miscommunication is much nearer than you'd like.
The most effective act of communication is not the one which contains the most possible information, but the one which contains the smallest amount of information it possibly can while still getting its point across. It sucks, but it's the reality of the situation. People far more autistic than you have been trying for hundreds of years to invent a way of communicating which doesn't work this way, without success.
All of which is to say that "getting to the damn point" is legitimately a communication skill, not just an accommodation for people who aren't paying attention. If it's any consolation, it's something neurotypical people struggle with just as much as anyone else – if it was easy, technical writers wouldn't have jobs!
As Netanyahu said, I will increase this escalation, expand the ground operation, and increase the number of deaths.
Now, now, They bombed a house next to our tent, and there are a large number of wounded and dead people, and the ambulances are unable to retrieve the large number of wounded and dead people
I can't bear it please I was so scared I can't imagine the sight I saw my friend went with them they were amazing I'm also hungry and I can't take all of this together.
This is a recent story about my sister Soso who is only four years old. We are a family of 10 barely surviving in northern Gaza amidst famine and bombardments. It might seem unbelievable, but the cost of a 25kg sack of flour has reached $1,000 in my area. We also have to pay almost the same amount every month to rent the single destroyed room we have been living in for months. If we’re kicked out, it will be a death sentence.
I’m so hungry, I’m so hungry, I swear I’m dizzy all day long as I try to study for university midterms I might not even be able to take because my connection is unstable.
I wish the money I’ve already received was enough, I wish more than anything that I could stop asking because I’m so embarrassed, but everything is so expensive, we’re a family of ten, and both Chuffed, PayPal and the bank take huge commissions from any amount I receive. Any food we can find is for my grandmother and my youngest sister and the rest of us survive on barely anything. We have to pay for vitamins due to the lack of food, for medicine for my mother and grandmother who are very sick, for treatment for my brother who got hurt in an accident, for phone data, for everything. I’m so tired.
Please help, I swear I’ll be thankful for anything. If you can’t afford to donate, then please at least share and I won’t ask more of you. Please.
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My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.
I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.
My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.
I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.
This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.
If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.
My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece
I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.
Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.
We all considered Khaled to be like an older brother to Ahmad. He was close to all of us, but he held a special place in Maryam’s heart she loved him dearly, and he loved her just as much.
Exactly one month ago and on the morning of April 3rd, Maryam asked my father if she could go visit Khaled. She missed him and wanted to play with the children her age in his neighborhood.He agreed. She went on her way, and not even a few minutes had passed before a missile struck the area she had just headed to.
In that moment, nothing else mattered to us but one question screaming in our mind : “Where’s Maryam? Is she okay?”
My father says..
I ran as fast as I could toward the site of the strike, my heart pounding in fear and panic.
When I arrived, I was shocked by the scene. Dozens of men were rushing around, carrying injured children. All of them every single one had blood covering their faces and severe injuries. I began shouting at the top of my lungs, “Maryam! Maryam! MARYAM!” until I saw her...
But my heart still wasn’t at peace. I couldn’t leave. I ran again this time toward the place I feared Khaled might have been.
With every step closer, my dread grew. “No... it can’t be him...” But when I arrived, I found Khaled’s house two stories high destroyed.
Khaled was there. After a long struggle, we managed to pull him from the rubble... but it was too late. Khaled had passed away.
Khaled is gone... and the world no longer feels the same. The earth is emptier now without Khaled.
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Amazing art work by Notte💖 @rhymeswithfart , inspired by our true story.
Another breathtaking piece by Notte truly beyond words. My family and I are deeply touched by the compassion, emotion, and soul you pour into your work.
We are forever grateful for the way you’ve made us feel seen and cared for. Your kindness, professionalism, and unwavering dedication mean the world to us.
We appreciate you and cherish not only your incredible talent but the beautiful heart behind it.
Please share and donate if you can! Darine's fundraiser supports her whole family and donations have been very slow. Not to mention food and supplies are growing ever more scarce!
