here is a carrd for the crisis happening right now in Yemen
here is a carrd for Hong Kong
here is a carrd for Palestine.
here is a carrd for trans rights
here is a carrd for the terror bill in Philippines.
here is a carrd with various donation links (for Syria, BLM etc)
here is a carrd for LGBT+ rights
this post is constantly being updated - please send an ask if you find more!
NOTE: There are many more Carrds under the cut. This post would become too long if I added more and for the sake of easier access, I put the rest under cut!!
It is important for EVERYONE to know how to help ANYONE. Not everyone can give them selves their medicine under every circumstance. Be educated, help out.
In the last year, i have gotten about five new violent allergies from foods i used to be able to eat. Next time i eat a fruit, my throat could close. I may not be able to inject myself. My boyfriend and i played with my trainer pen for like 30 minutes. He knows how to inject it. I know how. This is important.
hi- i sincerely apologize if this is annoying but i’d really hope to raise awareness on what’s going on in india right now! basically modi has passed 3 new reform laws which makes it extremely difficult for farmers; the backbone of india’s economy; to make money. essentially private companies now buy directly from farmers rather than the government having a set price on crops grown by kisaans (farmers) all year long. thus leading to a significantly lower income. overtime many farmers will go into extreme debts and would be incapable of supporting their families. 65 farmers in punjab have already taken their lives since this bill was passed.
there have been peaceful protests in delhi where many sikhs and punjabis (as well as farmers from other states and religions) are fighting for their livelihood back, however the police brutality that they are currently facing is unfathomable. they are getting shot with water cannons and tear gases for protesting against bills that make it borderline impossible for them to live.
3/4 of punjabs population are farmers, my own immediate and distant family are currently out protesting and are being actively impacted by this.
you can donate to khalsa aid right here! they are providing protesters with food and water!
you can purchase from kisaani.co! all their profits are sent directly to the kisaans in need.
i apologize for such a long post but not enough people are talking about this and i really hope that if you have the means you donate or share the links so it reaches someone who might be able to. thank you :)
Ok but like… y’all need to stop seeing Asian, Latinx, and Indigenous people as “between” black and white.
From the way you talk about us, this is what it feels like you think:
Asian aren’t “closer” to white people than Latinx, Indigenous people aren’t somewhere in the middle. Educate yourself, use common sense, and grow tf up.
White people can (I encourage you) to reblog, don’t clown around.
This requires a bit of context. So there’s a Latin translation of Winnie the Pooh, Winnie Ille Pu. Someone took a verse from it, Cur Ursus Clamat, set it to music, and published it in the The Scarèd Harp. The Bayesian Choir picked it up for last night’s rehearsal. Before starting, we looked for recordings to listen to, but there didn’t seem to be any recordings anywhere on the internet.
There is now one recording on the internet.
(Don’t expect anything too polished, this is three hours rehearsal time with a lot of people missing)
fairy lights winding their way around twigs that look like gnarled fingers. turning the brightness down on my laptop screen. spending too much time lost in daydreams. pages upon pages of notes. ink pens running dry. the sound that tearing paper from a writing pad makes. instruments lying forgotten and forlorn. headphones. fingers purple from the cold. a tiny, zoomed in portion of a bigger picture. hoodies. chocolate.
I yearn for it when I lay in bed shivering. I yearn for it when my joints crack and my chest aches. I yearn for it when my head feels like lead and all I want to do is collapse in bead. I yearn for it when my heart begins to soar. I yearn for it when I want to dance. I yearn for it when I feel warm and fuzzy with pride. When all I can do is cry silently. When all I can do is smile widely. When the cold creeps into my joints and the colour vanishes from my skin, turning my toes purple and my face pale. When the sun hits my face and warms my heart. And, most of all, when I just want to go home.