— Children of Shatila (1998) by Mai Masri
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I'm not gonna be quiet no matter how badly people want their feeds to go back to "normal"
I'm here and Im gonna fight!
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From the river to the sea
Palestine will be free
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honestly, I love how you draw the sanses. For me, I’m kinda a horror simp, but still the others are really hot. This sounds weird now that I’m writing it but still,I wish I could draw like you.
Practice, Practice, Practice-
Believe me- I didn't get where I am in one day haha
Keep drawing, keep having fun and experimenting, and you'll find your desired style one day! I'm still looking for mine! ^^
also-
Yeahhhh we do be liking a big guy on this blog haha
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Keep on fighting the good fight!
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^^^ um how cool?? The National Park Service is am OFMD stan?? Let's see if we can get some visibility for @renewasacrew efforts by tapping into this 👀
Keep emailing, letter writing, tweeting, reviewing, and all the things, crew! 🖤⚔️
Big thanks for @gentlebeardsbarngrill for bringing this crucial piece of information to my attention.
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Trying to keep focused and keep moving forward. Some days are just harder than others
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A bottle of water costs 1$ in the supermarket.
The same bottle costs 3$ at the gas station and 5$ at the airport.
The bottle does not change, only the place where it is sold.
Each place has a different value for the same bottle.
If you feel worthless, change your place.
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☆ - KEEP FIGHTING - ☆
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and again, and again, and again.
Knock me down 9 times, but I get up 10!
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Hey, you! This is your daily reminder to stay alive!
If we lost you, we'd lose all the amazing things you could create, too. Look at your hands. They could be used for so many purposes. Not only harm-- I believe you can make something meaningful. Even if you don't think you can make anything special, I believe you deserve to keep living. I believe you are important. You are important to me.
When my depression was at its worst, I took to creating. I started writing. It wasn't particularly good, but it gave me a reason to keep going. "If I haven't finished my poetry, and I die, my parents will throw it away," I told myself, and I wrote another poem. It wasn't an instant cure, but it got my feelings of gender confusion, depression, and fear out of my brain and onto the page, and it quieted my intrusive thoughts.
Now, I look back on them and see how much it helped me to pull through a really dark time in my life. They aren't masterpieces, but they're a sign I was fighting so hard to give myself purpose-- and it worked. I made things to explain how I felt, and it actually helpd a lot.
Now, I have my comic. People want to learn more, and care about my creations, and so I keep fighting, for all of you.
Seeing you all happy and theorizing and inspired by my creations helps me keep going.
I know not everyone is the creative sort, so this may not be the best coping mechanism for all who see this, but I advise you to at least try. Just take what's inside you and pour it onto the page. If that doesn't help, may I suggest drawing on your arms and legs with sharpie? It helped me deal with SH and get through bad episodes.
I love you platonically.
--Ellis
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The situation in Gaza breaks my heart everyday, and with each day I try to use my voice as that’s all I have left.
As someone who is unemployed, disabled, and reliant on my family for everything, I have nothing I can give but my words. I simply hope they are enough to keep pushing the world to be a better place.
I now constantly see and think of the suffering of the people of Gaza, in my mind when I lie awake at night and when online and trying to remember all the names and faces of those in misery during the day. When simply eating, wondering how they must hunger. When listening to my fan buzz at night, how they must be fearing of the drones that buzz over them and scared of when, not if, the bombs will drop on them.
I see my friends and family who block out the world because they can’t handle it anymore, but I cannot do so any longer.
We may have no money to give, but what of our actions that we still have? Are we so broken we can not even fight mentally and verbally?
What of those in Gaza? In Yemen? In Sudan? All over the world? Are we not a country of freedom, and yet spit in the faces of those who need us most?
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The death toll in Gaza is 33,137, since Oct. 7
The wounded numbers in Gaza is 75,933 since Oct.7
38 deaths from the last 24 hours in Gaza, with an estimated 7,000 buried under the rubble.
Most of the dead are women and children.
Over 13,000 children have been martyred.
(last verified one day ago as of 4/9/24)
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