Ah yes, the 3 genders. Male, female, and “what the fuck are you, a cop?”

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

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'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me

David Bowie by Christian Simonpietri, Paris, 1977.

Bloody Gale 🩸

bloody gale for a painting practice and also because the people yearn for gale covered in blood.

more comic characters should haunt their writers like how everyone who’s written John Constantine keeps meeting him in dark alleys

**The Long Walk Home**

After 15 months of uncertainty, the announcement of a ceasefire came like a distant echo, a brief glimpse of hope amidst the chaos. For me, it meant the chance to return home—to Gaza City, her heart still beating for the streets, the people, the life that had been torn apart.

With only a small bag in hand, I’m, along with family and hundreds of others, began the long, grueling walk from the southern parts of Gaza, where I and my family had sought refuge. The roads, once familiar, were now filled with debris and destruction. There were no vehicles, no taxis to ease the journey. Only the sound of footsteps, the soft sobs of children, and the occasional murmur of prayers.

The scorching heat made the walk unbearable. We trudged through the ruins, each step more painful than the last. Ten kilometers. It felt like an eternity. I feet were raw, my body exhausted, but the thought of home, of the family and friends I had left behind, kept my moving forward.

As we passed what used to be neighborhoods, I couldn’t help but gasp. Buildings that had once stood tall were now nothing more than crumbled shells of concrete, twisted metal, and broken glass.

Where were the houses, the shops, the familiar faces?

We passed by what used to be a lively market, now reduced to ashes and shattered stone. A small boy in front of mine was crying, his face covered in dirt. His mother, too tired to comfort him, merely whispered soothing words, though they held little weight in a world so broken.

My thoughts drifted back to my friends. Jameel, who had been my closest companion since childhood, was nowhere to be found. The war had taken so much from us. Families, homes, lives—everything seemed to be swallowed by the endless violence

My friends we still need your support to help us face these challenges and rebuild what’s been lost.🙏🙏🙏

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(##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).

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hello friends 💖🇵🇸 i have been managing this campaign for a dear friend of mine @nader1990 and his family in Ghazzah. I've been speaking with him for several months and trying to assist him, and the situation has only gotten more dire. You can find more info here.

Nader and his entire family, including his wife and three young children, have been displaced several times.

Nader has lost his uncle and his wife, his cousin and his wife and their two young children. His father was injured in an attack that destroyed their entire home.

Just when we all thought there might be a sliver of hope for aid and food to get into Ghazzah, and for Nader and his family to escape, Israel shattered the ceasefire (after already breaking it nearly every day since it started) and resumed the mass carpet bombing and slaughtering of innocents. My friends have nowhere to go.

Please help me help them. Donate if you can and please share/reblog.

I am also selling art prints in support of Nader and his family. You can check out my Ko-Fi shop link in my blog description.

Thank you so much.