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Just a reminder that someone at trumps age has like a 50% chance of dying and it only gets higher with each year he survives. Also remember that even with the best medical care on the planet at all times that there's only so much modern medicine can do to stop an old man who has lived off mcdonalds bigmacs for 60 years from dying of being fucking old.
staring to think i was made to spread joy and happiness in whatever way i can to whoever needs it
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I keep thinking about the guy who spent his life bringing a species of butterfly's population back from the brink of extinction. There are so many problems in the world that it seems impossible to fix but you just gotta remember you can't fix everything, but you can find your own butterfly and do something about that. If even 1% of the global population found a butterfly of their own the world would be a much better place pretty quickly, even moreso if we work not as individuals but as a community. 🦋❤️
I've gotta' say. I'm genuinely so relieved that so much of the infighting I see in the trans community online hasn't really proven viable in many of the real world activists circles and community groups I'm in.
That's not saying there aren't problems--holy shit, we can be a messy bunch. And there's so much we do need to acknowledge. So much we *are*. But genuinely some of the things folks are saying on here are so isolating and so segregating, it'll kill people. Get people killed. Especially in rural areas, or poor areas, like where I'm at.
But actually living out? Seeing us, seeing just a sliver of all the things we can be? That we are? Nothing could make me stop loving us, fighting for us, and caring for us. No matter what kind of trans someone might be, no matter our varied experiences. There's so much to us, and I feel so privileged to be able to have so many other trans people--women, non-binary folk, non and neo-gendered, men, and anyone else I've been so lucky to meet--in my real life.
When you've spent so long fighting to be real, it can be easy to forget you're not alone.
Whenever I feel like I am stuck in my life, doing nothing and not moving forward, I remember myself about 9–10 years ago. Miserable, helpless, stinky baby.
I wanted to have at least one friend who would always be there for me.
I wanted to learn to not let people walk all over me, to not be desperate for attention.
I wanted to be able to draw things I wanted to draw, and I wanted to be able to study at art college.
I wanted to leave my country and move to Europe, away from my parents.
I wanted to be able to decide how I want to look and be able to buy small little things I really liked.
And now look at me, living in Europe, studying at the very cool and fun art university, living with my best friend, eating tasty food I can choose for myself, buying junk and drawing edgy anime vampires, not feeling obligated to please people around me 24/7. A dream come true. No matter what I think now, little me would consider me a highly successful adult.
And that's how I know that the dreams and plans I have now will also come true. I've come so far, I will go even further. It's all going to be alright, it's inevitable.