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💔 From Gaza… where suffering has become daily life 💔

I am from Gaza — a father whose only goal is to keep his children alive.Our home was destroyed 🏚️,

and we no longer have a place to shelter.We move from one place to another, searching for safety, warmth, and a piece of bread 🍞.

My children go to sleep hungry 😢,and my wife and daughter were injured and are still living with pain 💔.

There is no work, no income, and no certainty about tomorrow — only fear.In Gaza, we do not dream big dreams.We only dream of a day that passes in peace 🌅,

a meal that fills our children’s stomachs,and a night where they can sleep withouut the sound of bombing.This is not just a story of sorrow,but the testimony of a human being trying to survive,clinging to life despite everything.Gaza is not numbers.

Gaza is faces, children, and hearts that grow tired — but never surrender 🇵🇸

#DonateForGaza#HelpGaza#StandWithGaza#FreePalestine

frazzledhare

I am Fadi. I live in Gaza with my wife, Khadija and our young children, Sult… Johnathan Tiegen needs your support for Support Fadi's Family

This campaign is vetted

Their campaign is #466 on this list created by @/gazavetters

(I am not a vetter, I am just passing on the information I have found)

frazzledhare

Last Donation was 8 Days Ago as of this reblog

(All vetting information is in my reblog chain)

thecrumbez

Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).

I’m sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.

erratic-dragon-fruit

out of the tags with you

hazard-symbols-that-fuck-hard

do not ride on

adastrabbit

now now i know we hate pjackk but if were getting serious here it WAS a character sideblog run by a transfem & i genuinely have to assume thats why pjackk was banned in the first place. i hope we all know this is another case of staff nuking a popular transfem blogger & not just like "lol pjackk got killed because he sucks"

adastrabbit

frankly its a little bit crazy that the character sideblog is getting more attention than milk5 who is the real human person who got all her blogs banned & reinstated & banned again within the day. we need to get a little bit serious i think

flowerbleedme

she whip me until i cream

flowerbleedme

Me: I'll have the waffles

Waiter: Would you like whipped cream on that?

Me: hold on sorry

(takes out phone)

(opens Tumblr)

(creates new post)

(types "she whip me until I cream")

(posts)

(puts phone away)

Me: Sorry. Yes please

victusinveritas

adhdemonic

here's a link to Ember's website, where you can download a high quality version!

https://www.betterthanember.com/

wizard-spells

There's one charity that I haven't seen shared here personally, and that's Care for Gaza.

They're shared a lot on twitter as a reputable on-the-ground relief source. You can donate to their gofundme to help their efforts here.

bastardfact

Here is the link for chuffed because the gofundme isnt found

yorgen-sh

blastdamage

the paris catacombs are 1000x more fucked up than i imagined

blastdamage

did you know the cops once found a fully functioning movie theater with a well-stocked bar inside the catacombs and they when they tried to go back later to formally investigate it was completely emptied out save for a note that read "don't search for us"

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

Underground french cinema

npd-vriska

my little bro is part of the catacombs community and yeah, it's basically a fully autonomous society! enough that when my bro goes in on a friday night, they don't come out until monday for work- sometimes longer if they took days off.

some of the rooms have fully stocked pantries with cooking equipment, some have movies like the one described above, some have books you're allowed to just take but people always put back- every day people bring things from the outside. artists often set up galleries there. there are rooms with mattresses and hammocks set up for people to sleep. one of the room is just a place where people leave shoes for the fun of it.

this is Known, it's not a secret by any means. the catacombs are as big as paris itself, and people live there just as people live above. it's wonderful when you think about it.

npd-vriska

A little update! My little bro is now my little sister. Please don't misgender her :)

enbylesbie

draconym

I love my local strawberry festival because it's what I imagine a sports game feels like to people who really love a sports team. Or maybe a boy band concert in the 90s. Or Oktoberfest. Look at us all wearing our matching outfits themed around this thing we like. Let's get swag and novelty drinks. Go strawberries.

draconym

@clare-dragonfly and me at the strawberry festival

inkskinned

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

inkskinned

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.