Walter Benjamin, from One-Way Street

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Walter Benjamin, from One-Way Street
It seems that the Tumblr team has no other purpose than to delete, close, and attack the accounts of transgender people and Palestinians trying to survive genocide and ethnic cleansing in Gaza.
Two days ago, I was shocked to find that my blog, abdalsalam2000, had been deleted without warning and without me having done anything wrong, simply because I was asking for help from the Tumblr community. That blog was our only source of income that kept us alive in Gaza, and unfortunately, it was deleted by Tumblr employees.
In Gaza, we need at least $300 a day just to survive. After Tumblr deleted our account, this blog is all I have left. I hope you will help me by sharing this post, donating, and following this blog. Please, please help us and donate now.
Please help Nader regain his followers and the momentum he had before his previous blog was deleted. Please donate to him now and follow his blog.
Friends, please donate now! Your help is our only hope for survival. Please share this post widely and donate here now, please!
Every job application in 2026 is like can you please tell us a bedtime story
melvil poupaud in conte d'été (1996) dir. éric rohmer
theyre saying you have to go to work again tomorrow even though you just went today
― f. scott fitzgerald, the beautiful and damned
Does anyone know what to do
middle and ring lesbian archive is a great resource btw. highly recommend perusing issues of erotic mag on our backs and leatherdyke zine brat attack :)
you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.
Fish-shaped interlocking paving stones.
artwork for new avatar by Kelela, photography by Neva Wireko, hair by Matt Benns, makeup by Raisa Flowers, nails by Dawn Sterling, creative direction by Yasser Abubeker, graphic design by Seenahm, styling by Jahleel Weaver, May 2026
there is so much content about changing your life or becoming and it’s like whatever man you’re missing what’s right in front of you. Imperfection is forever.
summer
1. make a syllabus for yourself - books, media, places, recipes
2. complete 40% of it
3. eat every fruit u can
help a displaced black trans woman with housing
new month, new post. saige is facing housing instability after moving to another city. her roommate didn't read the lease agreement and was evicted, as a result she's currently stuck in san diego with no connections or safety net. she doesnt get her paycheck until the 17th and needs to find shelter until then. her roommate wants her out on the first day of june. she has no savings and needs to get on food stamps and medi-cal. gfm goal is $1100.
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her paylink is here and her new crwdfund is here. reblogging this post and donating even $1 helps.
“When I kissed her I was so full of desire between one kiss and another that I felt I would lose her if we stopped kissing.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Ibrahim Muhawi, from “Journal of an Ordinary Grief,”