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liirker-at-thresholds

I really like how the scientology speedrunning trend is developing, in this clip we see that the participants are

Not deterred by the closed door

Working as a group

Protecting their identities

Inflicting material costs to the institution via property destruction

Getting away at the end

These ideas were not all here from the beginning. They are genuinely gaining experience that can be applied elsewhere

kosmogrl

aronyflo

你的索来了

contemptible-scoundrel

voiceofaboud

JUST IN: THIAGO AVILA SAYS SEVERAL ACTIVISTS FROM THE GLOBAL SUMUD FLOTILLA WERE RAPED BY ISRAELI SOLDIERS

voiceofaboud

They experienced only a small part of what we Palestinians have been living through for years.

voiceofaboud

Severe anemia is slowly taking over my life, and I desperately need help. Your support could help me continue life-saving treatment.

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voiceofaboud

Unfortunately, the reach of my posts has been blocked.

If you donate and share, I will be truly grateful.

If you ignore this… please reflect on your humanity.

#donated #tw: rape

pukicho

You are not "three apples tall" bitch you are an evil ghoul and you are tall as fuck

meepykim

abbiistabbii

The Germans really cooked making "Hobbyless behaviour" an insult. It is both devastating, applicable to a wide range of people and behaviours, and doesn't resort to swearing.

Man ranting on the internet about the Superbowl halftime show or complaining that something is "woke"? Hobbyless Behaviour. Girls mocking another girl for not looking right? Hobbyless Behaviour. Mindless vandalism? Hobbyless Behaviour.

It is more powerful than "get a life" or the English "You're Sad" because it gets to the central point of the matter, and that is wonderful. Danke, Deutsch.

armeniangenocidehistory

“I learned about it almost by accident. We had received an assignment in school to fill out a family tree. I came home, a bit baffled by the assignment (fill in some names? that’s it?), and became more baffled still when, after asking my parents for help, it turned out that most of those branches on the family tree were going to have to remain blank. I implored my parents to try to remember. I became desperate, begging them to just make up some names. (I was about to receive a lesson in ethics and family history all at once.) As delicately as they could, my parents told me my mother’s parents were orphaned when they were young. That my mom’s aunt, who helped raise her, was not actually her aunt, but a member of the makeshift family that formed in the Beirut orphanage where my grandparents met and grew up. I remember asking what happened and being told that there had been fighting in a country called Turkey, where my grandparents were born (yet another revelation: they weren’t even from Beirut!). That bad things had happened and many people died but my grandparents survived. That they were little when they were found and rescued and taken to Beirut. I thought about my grandpa. My always smiling, cuddly dede, who only had one eye and whom I loved more than anything. Who wore a beret, snuck me candy bars, and sang funny songs to me while the bombs fell that time we visited Beirut. It all suddenly became too much. I just wanted to finish my assignment. I asked for just enough information to include in a note for my teacher. And so, I scrawled on the bottom of that half-empty family tree, “I couldn’t fill in all the names because of the Armenian genocide. One million people died but my grandparents survived. You can ask my parents.””

— Sylvia Alajaji, The Day I Discovered My Grandparents Survived a Genocide (via katherinemansfields)