#hope for humanity

[ahmadwaleed4]

Guys, please, we’re begging you. Donate if you can.

Your help today could mean food, water, medicine, or even just a safe place to rest.

We’re not living... we’re simply trying to survive.

And on days when no donations come in, we go to sleep hungry, if we can sleep at all.

🙏 Many people interact with our posts, and we truly appreciate it, but actual donations are nearly non-existent.

That means the suffering and hunger continue, day after day.

We’ve lost everything and we’re holding on only with the hope that someone out there still cares.

Please, don’t ignore us.

We need your humanity more than ever.

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A Gazan’s gaze at a loaf of bread is like no other…

It’s not just a glance at food — it’s a glimpse of life pulled from the jaws of hunger, of dignity reclaimed from the ruins, of a long‑delayed hope that feels like a mother’s embrace calming a frightened child.

The world may see a loaf of bread as a commodity, aid, or a number in a report.

But here in #Gaza, a father sees a small victory over death, a mother sees the warmth of a table that has lost almost everything, and a family sees a fragile roof over a house with no walls.

Each loaf a child eats here is praised a hundred times over, because reaching it feels like surviving certain death, like pulling a life from under the rubble, like beating the flames of bombing and starvation for one more night.

This is the reality for my family, trying to survive one day at a time, one loaf at a time, one dream at a time, amid a siege, destruction, and a long, merciless war.

I have nothing to offer but this plea from the heart — for those who still value humanity, for those who can help.

Every donation, no matter how small, every word of support, every reblog can be a chance for life... a reminder that we are not abandoned.

Help us stand strong.

Help us survive.

Help us not be left alone under the rubble.

Vetted!!!

(#167 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi) (but we had to make a new gfm campaign cuz our old organizer stopped contacting us).

# dlxxv-vetted-donations

[foldingfittedsheets]

I went on an adventure today to return a pillow to IKEA with my coworker @astrid696.

We were having a nice day and got stuck in traffic coming home. On the way her phone rang and she was driving so she declined the call with a sigh. “I feel so bad for him,” she said.

“You know that number?”

She did. It turns out her phone number had previously belonged to a woman named Serena. The man calling was her dad. He had Alzheimer’s and didn’t remember his daughter was dead, so he just called the number he knew was hers.

I was stricken to hear this. “Do you talk to him?”

“Yeah. Sometimes he thinks I’m her and we talk. I have a notebook with facts I’ve learned about her so I can connect with him better. Sometimes he knows I’m not her and I say I’m her friend.”

I struggled with the beauty and humanity of this for a moment. “What’s his name?”

“I don’t know; I just call him Dad.”

We sat in silence and I was overwhelmed with feelings. That she was so kind and thoughtful about this random connection. A man who called and spoke to her with love for the daughter he missed.

"One time," she added, "he called me just after I had a difficult day with my mom. I knew Serena and her mom had a rocky relationship so I talked to him about my frustrations with my own mother and he gave the following advice: ‘Everyone fails sometimes, even parents; what's important is to communicate with our loved ones, even when it's difficult.’

“I have never forgotten that advice and it healed a portion of my heart."

[littlemissihaveaquestion]

Was at an award ceremony today and the girl next to me was almost trembling in anticipation, camera primed and ready to go. And then a women popped on the screen, and the girl shouted in excitement. All at once she had tears streaming down her face, and in a rush of emotion she turned to me and grabbed my hand, squeezing tight. A complete stranger’s hand. And for a moment I had a glimpse into her joy.

I have always loved that one post that talked about love being, for just a moment, blameless. But I never understood it until today. She could have grabbed me in a bear hug, smeared her makeup on my jacket, and I would have counted myself blessed.

Someone loves you. On the bus maybe, or in a lecture hall. Someone looked at you and thought you were precious; they hope to catch a glimpse of you again. I don’t know if I will ever see that girl again, but I will always love her. Love will find you again, I promise. And when that day comes, you will be so glad you stuck around.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[intersexfairy]

whatever you're beating yourself up for right now. set it aside with me for a moment to appreciate this:

humans have been drawing ourselves as stick figures for literal millennia. i don't care if you don't like art or think you're bad at art. someone made this thousands of years ago, and we're still appreciating this stick guy and his horse chariot. not just on the internet, but in the fucking Louvre.

so... coming back to whatever you're beating yourself up for... not only were we drawing stick figures millennia ago and still are today... there have also been many many humans who have struggled as you are right now. maybe not in the same exact way.

but they too have felt hopeless. they too have felt worthless. they too have felt afraid, confused, and angry. they too have wanted to be better but not known how. and yet. enough of them went on, and kept on trying until they found peace or success or closure... for you to be sitting here today.

your life is a gift. your joy is a blessing. your pain is a story being told over and over through time. you are okay, and even if you're not. you can be okay, and if you give yourself a chance... you will be.

be kind to yourself, stranger. and thank you for being alive at the same time as me. :)

[mxmorbidmidnight]

I write this as I sit in the nature near my home. When I was young my friends and I played here, climbing over the rocks, occasionally falling into the water (heavily polluted). In recent times I have become acquainted with this place.

I see the families with their small children come by to feed the ducks, I know the kinds of rubbish that collects here, what rocks disappear beneath the water when it rains, when the birds get loud in the trees, the cracks in the rocks the lizards run off too, the parts of the creek the different water birds prefer.

I encourage thee, come to know the creatures you share a home with, the plants they eat, when they breed, when do they come out, when do they sleep? Take your friends, take your children. Watch as the land changes, teach them these things.

What plagues the nature near you? Pollution, habitat distraction, invasive species. Get in touch with local councils, read their reports, join local groups, cleaning up rubbish and invasive weeds. If you live in a city, come to know what plagues it. Start with your home. I think of there is one thing people know it is how to build a home.

There is no greater blessing than understanding the creatures. As long as you live in this place, the same place as they do, you are their kin. If you do not care for one another then nobody else will.

We are not politicians, we are not the CEO’s of companies. We are simply animals in our home, that we must protect with all our might.

[jaycatalyst]

“Please stop the fighting. Children are dying.” I didn’t write this poem—I channeled it. It came through while I was driving, like a voice screaming directly into my spirit. I cried the whole way home. This isn’t just about poetry. This is about the lives we’re letting slip through the cracks while the world looks away.

May their cries be heard. May we remember our humanity.

[ahmadfamily95]

Guys, please, we’re begging you — donate if you can.

Your help could mean food, water, medicine, or a moment of safety today.

We’re not living… just surviving.

No donations today means we sleep hungry.

⚠️ My family needs at least $150 a day just to afford one single meal for all of us.

Please don’t ignore us.

Your kindness could save us tonight.

We need your humanity more than ever.

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No words can capture what this image shows.

No ambulances.

No shrouds.

No graves.

The bodies of our loved ones are being carried on a donkey cart—because everything in Gaza has collapsed.

This is not a scene from history. This is today.

We have nothing left... only the will to survive with some dignity.

My family and I are facing this horror day by day.

No donations means no food, no water. Just hunger. Just fear. Just silence.

Please help us.

Donate if you can. Reblog. Even a kind comment can make a difference.

Vetted!!!

(#167 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi) (but we had to make a new gfm campaign cuz our old organizer stopped contacting us).

# dlxxv-vetted-donations

[foldingfittedsheets]

Wholesome interactions on my recent trip to Hawaii:

The lady who we watched do the smoothest parking job backing into a tiny space with a truly massive car and when I complimented her skills the guy with her was ecstatic and added, “She drives that beast like it’s a sport car, she’s incredible!”

The man on the beach who watched my beloved and I emerge triumphant from our first foray snorkeling and went, “Was it fun?” and then laughed in delight when we enthusiastically told him it was incredible.

The queer taco truck worker who told us the nearest bathroom was at Burger King and sarcastically drawled, “Have it your way,” and then absolutely lost it when I echoed, “Shit it your way.”

The lady and her friend with a Californian surfer drawl who stopped to hear our dissertation on the chicken drama who fell in love with the scrungly hen with us.

The couple at the musubi truck who passed their table to us and excitedly asked if we’d tried the slushy. When we dejectedly said they were all out the guy slowly lowered his cup and said, “They’re awful, you’re not missing out,” and we all laughed at his absurd attempt to spare our feelings.

The man in the airport with a cute silly lock screen who when I said, “I know it’s not polite to notice but your Lock Screen is so cute,” informed me the characters name was Steve the Fish and he was a French meme.

[demilldotart]

I find myself coming back to Tumblr every time I need a reprieve.

Instagram? Politics. X/Twitter? Politics. Facebook? Politics.

Its put such a damper on my mood. I hate doomscrolling now because every other post is something bad happening in the world.

And then I come to Tumblr and it’s curated to what I want to see, so I just get to see cute Anime and Epic posts. Thank you for being normal 😂🫶🏼

Here’s some photos of my cats as a thank you tax. Enjoy.

[itsbansheebitch]

May 1st, 2028 - General Strike

Potential Demands (Still being worked on by unions):

Healthcare for All

Climate Action

Housing Issues

Contact your local unions and ask if they will be participating in the 2028 General Strike! Urge them to add Climate Action to their list of demands!

Talk to your neighbors about tenant unions!

I, myself will be talking with farmers in my area about pushing politicians to give cash to farmers who put carbon back in the ground. Farming isn't just harvesting crops, it's also carbon management. We'll also be pushing for industrial farms to be heavily fined based on their use of toxic chemicals, water waste, and carbon emissions. I'm calling it the Cash for Carbon Initiative. It literally funds itself. Feel free to talk to farmers in your area about it. We need to end corporate welfare and support our communities.

My targets with be Chevron and Bayer (Monsanto fused with them). It's time to get them out of our state.

[r3d-40]

Friendly reminder that good shit does still happen and if you only talk about the bad then everyone will give up

[rain-rainynights-side]

the heroes who hide in plain sight to protect the vulnerable are the holiest of angels

[mxmorbidmidnight]

The thing about walking around how I do, corpse paint, spiked hair, black corsets and stupidly long black gowns, is that you receive numerous reactions. Most of which unfriendly however they mean little in comparison to those who seem genuinely excited to see a person like me. The people who smile at the grocery store, those who run up to me so excited with rapid fire questions and compliments, the kids who see something they only ever see in their imagination. The fascination of those children with how I get my hair to be that big and why I look like Wednesday Addams. Then there’s the surprises, when an older person says I look gorgeous when I was preparing myself for an insult as they approached. Seeing for a moment someone’s face light up, is so very wonderful. I dress this way for myself, but the joy of others just happens to be an added bonus.

[jaycatalyst]

Please Stop the Fighting (Children Are Dying) by J. Catalyst

Please— stop the fighting. Children are dying.

A plea that screams through my soul, grabs at my heart, and brings tears to my eyes.

Innocence always pays the price for the chaos of ego— of greed-stained assholes and power that’s possessed them in every vile, corrupted way.

And what did we give? And for what?

We handed everything— our souls, our lives, and the lives of our children— to the devil’s own minions.

Please— stop the fighting. Children are dying.

Have we truly forgotten our humanity? Have we truly lost our sense of community— of love?

The Context:

“Please stop the fighting. Children are dying.” I didn’t write this poem—I channeled it. It came through while I was driving, like a voice screaming directly into my spirit. I cried the whole way home. This isn’t just about poetry. This is about the lives we’re letting slip through the cracks while the world looks away.

May their cries be heard. May we remember our humanity.

[agir1ukn0w]

I absolutely refuse to believe that you can believe in science and feel deeply about the catastrophe our environment is currently under and not STILL…still even with all of that terrible knowledge, still absolutely, adamantly REFUSE to give in, REFUSE to let the greedy genocidal fuckers running our world win, REFUSE to let our world and the lands belonging to indigenous peoples be destroyed. I’m so fucking sick and tired of people talking as if our world is already lost. How can you fucking say that shit. How can you go about your lives in a state of surrender. How can you give up all that we are blessed with, all that our descendants deserve, without a goddamn fight.