call it what u will, identifying with an animal is one of the most ancient and universal human experiences. the oldest known depiction of a human has a lions head. i am being dead serious when i say there are few things in this world more normal than being a furry
friendly reminder that YOU š«µ can make even the most relaxing innocuous activities into high stress situations if youāre mentally ill enough. always believe in yourself and your incapacity to conquer catastrophic thinking!
They get over a thousand requests for connection a day, but their email inbox is regularly sitting at 300-500 eSims. With the bombardment of Rafah and continual internet blackouts, the need for more eSims is particularly urgent.
Even if you have already sent an eSim or donated to an eSim donation drive, there is more you can do. The team is calling for people to campaign in their communities to help spread the word about eSims and encourage donations.
You can help by printing out posters and putting them up in local businesses, on telephone poles and notice boards, or wherever people are likely to see them.
[ID: Poster headed āeSIMs for Gazaā with an illustration of a red poppy, a QR code, and a link to tinyurl.com/gaza-esims; copy reads āSending eSIMs is an immediate, concrete way to help Gazans on the ground. Scan below to learn how you can get involved.ā End ID]
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dreaming of simply being cozy and warm and feeling secure in a room of my own. i want to be held by four walls again so desperately. iām grounded only by the boots on my feet, the scarf wrapped round my temples. my heart breaks for every soul who feels this way and worse. for all who donāt have a home to hide in. nowhere to retreat, to let their wounds heal. this struggle to survive which draws parallels between all of our lives. connects us all together. why canāt we keep each other safe? why are there those who work towards dividing us further? why does money exist at all if we cannot use it to save one another? why do we need governance if they wonāt use their power for good? the world makes no sense. if we are born into harmony, if harmony and peace is the natural state of things, how could we have let our world stray so far from it? how could so many people have justified their part in destroying it? we have so little time here. but the breadth of humanity spans so many centuries. shouldnāt we have done better by now? know better? will the world be better one day? will we all be safe again? can we fix this?
wish i could go missing for a little bit and no one would freak out and then i could come back and they'd be like "did you have fun going missing" and i'd be like "yeah, thanks" and then i could do that every couple of months or so and it wouldn't be a big deal
Hussam managed to put together 100 packages of vegetables for the families in Rafah camps. They were happy about this because vegetables are quite expensive in the markets.
The packages includes tomatoes, potatoes, cucumbers, eggplant, lemon, and jalapenos.
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ID: Video of Hussam greeting tumblr with shots of the vegetables mentioned above. Then we see the process of buying, sorting, and distributed the packages of vegetables.
First still image is of Hussam's team sorting and putting together the packages of vegetables. Second still image is of multiple stacks of boxes of tomatoes. Third still image is of a man distributing a package of vegetables to people in tents. The fourth image is of the packages of vegetables.
people love to take "it's spring, you're young, you're lovely, you have a right to be happy. come back into the world" out of context and turn it into something beautiful, but constance doesn't want to come back and helen doesn't actually care about her or merricat, not really. what if the world isn't worth it? what if we can find a home outside of it, within a story that doesn't have a happy ending in anyone's eyes but our own? maybe it's spring, and we're young, and we're lovely, and we do have a right to be happy, and the world has always rejected us so we reject it right back. maybe that is how we triumph and it's not inspirational to the mrs. clarke's of the world, because it's a rebellion against their conformism and hypocrisy, but that doesn't make it tragic. it makes it ours