whatsuppeople

[whatsuppeople]

[whatsuppeople]

様々な夏の花が開花中！

[whatsuppeople]

[whatsuppeople]

Forever & Ever Hydrangea. Hydrangea macrophylla.

[whatsuppeople]

Hello!

Would you like to s*pport me? I am a disabled and unemployed artist looking for work to move out eventually due to having an unhealthy home life. If you do 5 USD or more I will draw a sharpie doodle for you. The more you donate, the higher quality it will be! Thank you for your consideration!

[whatsuppeople]

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

[whatsuppeople]

💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You

Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,

When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.

From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.

💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength

As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.

But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.

“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.

“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.

🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now

Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.

But things have only gotten harder.

The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.

We’re trapped.

🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨‍👩‍👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.

And yet…

Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.

Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.

💖 What You Can Do

If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.

Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.

✨ Why It All Matters

This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.

Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.

🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology

There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.

When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.

If that happened, I am truly sorry.

Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.

I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.

If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.

Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 )

With love and endless gratitude, Mosab and family ♥️

[whatsuppeople]

it's kinda sad that slop is such a popular pejorative now. after all it has done to nourish the noble hog

[whatsuppeople]

Work in progress by the talented, Aubrey Jangala Dixon

Aubrey Tjangala was born in 1974 at Yayi Yayi, a Pintupi outstation 30km west of Papunya. Yayi Yayi was a temporary settlement established by Pintupi people as they began their migration back into the Western Desert during the homelands movement of the 1970s.

After returning to his home Country,

Aubrey lived at his father's outstation,

Ininti, before settling in Kintore where he resides today.

[whatsuppeople]

Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor

[whatsuppeople]

富士山 Mt. Fuji by Masayuki Nozaki

[whatsuppeople]

My brother. Abd must leave for treatment. The crossings have been opened for humanitarian cases. Save my brother before he becomes paralyzed. Please donate, even if it is $5, it will make a big difference.

Gaza must be evacuated for treatment

Vetted

Vetted

Save my brother before it's too late 🥺🙏

[whatsuppeople]

I don't want to die. 😥

Israel continues the massacres in Gaza.. 232 souls taken in less than an hour! We are dying before your eyes—please, don’t leave us alone! Save us, do something... protest, donate, participate. I don’t want to die!

Vetted by: @90-ghost here

Donation link:

[whatsuppeople]

pressed flowers png.

[whatsuppeople]

it’s kind of shitty that i can joke all day about being a bi man who dates women and how my gender nonconformity creates funny situations with that but god forbid a bi girl joke about looking gay while being into men or even acknowledge she’s into men or she’s denied her experiences with homophobia and connection within the lgbt community.

[whatsuppeople]

Deadline 15 April

Subject: Collecting money for my mother's operation

Current process :

USD 8,616 / $9,816

Hello my friends, thank you for donating my father's operation, the operation was successful, and his eye is now fine, as I also told you, my mother was injured, and she must have an analysis and surgery on her leg, she took an X-ray and the doctor told her that she needs an operation in her leg and the cost of the operation is $1200, it must be collected within 6 days, we can do that, help me, my friends

@rebecca-levin-art @winterwhisperz-blog @loathsome-little-creature @gabrielgraetz @aestatemagazine @escaramelo @ad @xwoundedxsoulx @musicfren @eyeonspringfield @dlxxv @q @ot3 @femmefitz @fl4xenfields @wetheurban @cisgirlfemboy @videodrome-fag @mar64ds @mtv @crisis-unaverted @justgirlythings @rtilrtil @wetheurban @timid @ionomycin @yourplayersaidwhat @ckliwy @miopet @nba @klesey @kordeliiius @jkbx @loverboy-ish @vcvc-c @danielhowell @vntaleina @my-best-gift-isyou @la @zac-gorman @xw @mn70s @vcuyx @opencommunion @sar-soor @sayruq @nudisth

[whatsuppeople]

Class 1 recall on Tostitos. (Class 1 means they can kill you if consumed.)