Some wacky illustrations for a short dissertation I wrote for my Masters, exploring the relationship between medieval illuminations, marginalia, and online ads.
I DONT CARE IF IT HURTS im talking about taking the entire social experience of college and putting it online I WANT TO HAVE CONTROL you got 2200 hits in 2 hours? thousand 22000 I WANT A PERFECT BODY this idea is potentially worth millions. millions? he stole our website! I WANT A PERFECT SOUL they're saying we stole the facebook. i know what it says. so, did we? I WANT YOU TO NOTICE a million dollars isnt cool you know what's cool? a billion dollars WHEN IM NOT AROUND let's sue him in federal court! YOU'RE SO FUCKING SPECIAL if you guys were the inventors of facebook you would've invented facebook I WISH I WAS SPECIAL do you like being a joke? do you want to go back to that? mark! BUT IM A CREEP your best friend is suing you for 600 million dollars IM A WEIRDO
My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.
Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.
But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.
Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.
We are in a catastrophic famine.
We go days without food.
We faint in the street from hunger.
Our bodies are giving up.
And still… the world remains silent.
My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.
Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.
Her body is shrinking before my eyes.
And me😞?
I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.
What do you call this life?
Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.
Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.
Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.
I’m not asking for luxury.
I’m not asking for comfort.
> I’m begging for survival.
Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.
— Abdullah Al-Qassab
Gaza, Palestine
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"A Family Trying to Survive"
My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, a 27-year… Maryam Awad needs your support for Help Abdullah's family in
📩 Or DM me if you prefer to help directly.. 🙏🏻
Every dollar helps. Every reblog helps. Every bit of empathy matters... 🥹💔
Please don’t scroll past – Gaza is starving in silence.... 🙏🏻😞
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My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, I’m 27 years old, and I am writing this message with trembling hands and an empty stomach — from Gaza.
Before the war, I had a small travel agency something I built with love, effort, and hope.I dreamed of a simple life… a dignified life.
But the war didn’t just destroy my home and business —it shattered my ability to dream.
Today, I’m not asking for dreams.I’m asking for bread. For water. For life I now live with my family in the open — no walls, no roof, just the cold ground beneath us.
We are in a catastrophic famine.
We go days without food.
We faint in the street from hunger.
Our bodies are giving up.
And still… the world remains silent.
My mother has a heart condition — she needs medicine and special food.
Now she lies in pain, her chest aching, and I have nothing to give her. My grandmother has high blood pressure — worsened by hunger and cold nights.
Her body is shrinking before my eyes.
And me😞?
I’ve collapsed more than once from weakness. From not eating.But I stand up again… because they need me.
What do you call this life?
Sleeping on the dirt… watching your family starve… praying your heart doesn’t stop before help arrives? This is not a life. This is a slow death. To anyone reading this Please… don’t turn away from me.
Help me buy food before we collapse again. Help me get medicine before my mother’s heart gives out.
Help me bring even one moment of comfort to my grandmother before it’s too late.
I’m not asking for luxury.
I’m not asking for comfort.
> I’m begging for survival.
Even the smallest act of kindness could mean the world to us. Please… save us from this hunger.
— Abdullah Al-Qassab
Gaza, Palestine
🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸GoFundMe link🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸
"A Family Trying to Survive"
My name is Abdullah Al-Qassab, a 27-year… Maryam Awad needs your support for Help Abdullah's family in
📩 Or DM me if you prefer to help directly.. 🙏🏻
Every dollar helps. Every reblog helps. Every bit of empathy matters... 🥹💔
Please don’t scroll past – Gaza is starving in silence.... 🙏🏻😞
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #687 )✅️
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