no u*a military propaganda here, compadre. hi I'm cley. bi & nonbinary(he/they), supporter of feminist action. druid. this is my personal blog, a random compellation with no explanation other than being utilized by some of my creative exploits. and whatever it's tumblr dot com. older than 25 earth years 🌍
it is beyond cruel that venezuela is now a US colony for all intents and purposes and the US still continues to wield sanctions against it to the detriment of the nation's poorest and most desperate people even in the aftermath of an earthquake that's killed thousands
If you don’t let go of your prejudices and past grudges, your heart won’t blossom. 2013 is coming, let’s make a change. We only have one planet so let’s show each other some kindness.
im posting this here despite the website being extremely white centered, I want people to understand how in this country it's basically ok to murder and victimize black people, especially women and children in the name of "self defense" and white America will reward you for your antiblackness.
I am Israa Alwan I am 23 years old, a young woman who once had big dreams and was ready to achieve them. After years of hard work and study, I finally received my degree in Early Childhood Education. It was an indescribable joy, knowing I was about to start my journey as a teacher, to help shape young minds and walk alongside them in their first steps toward knowledge.🥺🧑🏻🎓🧑🏻💻
But my dream didn’t last. The war came and turned 🇵🇸my life upside down. My home, once a safe haven, is now rubble, and I’m left with only a few belongings and broken dreams. Now, I have no home, no job, and no sense of security. I move from one place to another with my husband, carrying my unborn child, searching for shelter to protect us from the cold winter and the scorching summer.😭😭🍉
I would like to share a part of my life with you…🥺🌠
I am Esraa 🤍 I married the man I love, and he is my support and strength in this difficult world. Now I am pregnant with our little baby, and we dream of the day we hold our child in our arms, filling our lives with love and hope.
But the reality around us is very hard 💔
We are living in a worn-out tent that cannot protect us from the cold or the rain. Every day, I worry about my baby growing inside me and how I can keep him safe in these conditions.
During this sensitive time, I truly need proper care, healthy food, clean water, and vitamins to protect my baby and myself 🤰💧💊
Donation link...... 🍉
From a future teacher to a homeless woman
My story and my hope to survive
My name … Maryam Awad needs your support for Help the famil
If you can help, even a little, it would make a huge difference in our lives 🙏💗
Verified...,🇵🇸
(Vetted by gazavetters – my number on the list: 687)
My mind is unable to comprehend any ugliness that has made our tragedy an ordinary detail of your day. There is bombardment alternating between morning and evening, hunger that devours bodies, and destruction that swallows our dreams and our lives under the dirt, without the world even blinking an eyelid. So how did our blood shed on you, to become mere deaf numbers circulated in bulletins? Resist the dullness of this dead conscience and wake up.. Gaza is being annihilated in reality, not metaphorically!
Don't tire of sharing, donating, and talking about us; we are human beings. Thank you to everyone who thinks of us and supports us. Please donate here.
I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and ignores me. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.
Did you see this? Shall I tell you what this is? Yes, I will! They buried him under concrete... A young man from Gaza, trapped under the rubble of war and cruelty, trying to erase his existence. Even in death, the occupation robbed him of dignity, his body covered in cement as if this weren't just destruction. This is a brutality beyond words. In Gaza, people aren't just fighting for survival—they're fighting to be remembered as human beings. How much more horror must this world witness before it chooses humanity?
Now, if you want to help, my nephew is sick and needs urgent surgery. We need 700 euros for the operation, and it will be up to you whether you will help or if my nephew will end up like the young man in the picture.
Two people have donated 20 euros each, but we still need 680 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please don't let us down. Donate, donate to save my nephew! 🥺💔
Isn't what I've lost enough? Isn't it enough that I lost my mother, the most precious thing I had, because of the occupation? They prevented her from traveling, and she was sick with cancer. Or should I tell you about my brother, who was martyred in this war? He was the father of my nephew, who needs surgery. He was killed by a bullet to the head. Or my uncle, who was martyred, and half of my relatives and friends. I'm trying so hard not to lose my young nephew too. Please donate, don't let us down. Donate, donate! 💔😭
Guys, we still need 665 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please, please don't let us down. Donate, donate! I don't want to lose my nephew. Donate, donate! 💔😭
Guys, we still need 600 euros for my nephew's surgery and the appointment is fast approaching. Please, please, this is his second surgery in a month. Please don't let us down, be our hope, donate, donate 😭💔
Only 580 euros are needed for the operation. Please don't let us down. My nephew is still in pain. Please donate, donate! Tomorrow is the last day for the operation. There's nothing left. Please donate, donate! 😭💔
There are only 14 hours left and we still need 550 euros. Please, please don't let my nephew die. Please donate, donate! Save us from this! My nephew is exhausted and in so much pain. Please stand by me. I hope that anyone who sees this post and these words will help me and not ignore me. Please donate, donate!💔😭
Oh God, oh God, there are only 12 hours left and we still need 530 euros for my nephew's surgery. Please, please don't let us down. This reminds me of when I begged you for help with my mother's chemotherapy; she had cancer and died. Please, please don't let me down with my nephew like you let me down with my mother. Please.💔😭
Guys, we couldn't have the surgery today and it's been postponed until tomorrow. We still need 430 euros for the operation and there are only 12 hours left. Please, please don't let us down. Please donate, donate! 💔😭
Oh my God, oh my God, only 8 hours left! This is the second day we haven't had the surgery. Please stop ignoring me! My nephew is extremely tired and needs his surgery urgently today. Please donate, please donate! 🥺💔
This is the second day we haven't had the operation and we still need 390 euros. Please, please don't let us down. Don't make me lose hope in you. Don't let my nephew suffer any more. I will never forgive anyone who sees this and ignores me. Donate, donate! 😭💔
There are only 11 hours left and we still need €370. Please, please don't let my nephew die. Please donate, donate! Save us from this! My nephew is exhausted and in terrible pain. Please stand by me. I hope that anyone who sees this post and these words will help me and not ignore me. Please donate, donate!😭😭💔
Guys, we still need 350 euros. Please don't let us down. We're preparing for the operation, but we haven't been able to raise the money. There are only 4 hours left until the operation. If we don't raise the money, we won't be able to have the operation today. Please, there's still time. Please don't let us down. Donate, donate! 😭💔
Unfortunately, guys, the operation has been postponed for the third day and we still need 300 euros to have it done tomorrow. Please don't ignore me, donate! Don't you have a heart to understand what we're going through? My nephew is extremely ill and you're still ignoring me. Please donate, donate! 💔😭
I have 2 interviews next week im very excited. Theyre both for amazing jobs with awesome career paths and pensions. I really hope i can get an offer from one of them!!
it's sorta funny (ignoring the horrors) that cis people can't be trusted with a deadname. any time someone tells me theirs I've forgotten it five minutes later, if you had names for your toes that would be far more interesting to me, but cis people get real "if you give a mouse a cookie" about it it
I'm terrified of people even knowing it, because I know that some people will instantly lock that into their heads as my "real name" and eventually slip and say it instead
Something something that charlottan post about how even if people have only ever known you as the gender you transitioned to, they're still gonna think "oh they're just a boy that I need to remember to call a girl"
Most people won't slip up like that, the average cis person walks on eggshells so they don't accidentally reveal they're just humoring us out of a sense of obligation, they'll think about it and get even more anxious while doing that.
This reinforces the wall between them and any insight into the situation.
during my 2,000 years in military service upon the wartorn world of Bantok, we had a member of our unit named Private Tags who was so covered in skin tags you couldnt see his real face. Saying the tag arent private dishonors his memory in incomprhensibly vile ways, youre all going ot mega hell
stormborns
snowghoul
ellievsbear
pixelskylines
baratheonpilled
titsay
germansingergirl
