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utenanthy · 10 days
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i wake up thirsty and i think of palestine. i go to the doctor’s office and i think of palestine. a sign in the corner of the waiting room says ‘this is a place of healing, disruptive behavior will not be tolerated’ and i think of palestine. they probably weren’t thinking of bombs and snipers and mass graves in parking lots. i call my parents and i think of palestine. i drive to the grocery store and i think of palestine. i look at the clear blue sky and i think of palestine. i put the dishes away and i think of palestine. i feed my cat and i think of palestine. i listen to music and i think of palestine. i read poetry and i think of palestine. i text my friends and i think of palestine. i think of palestine and i think of palestine and i think of palestine
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utenanthy · 10 days
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There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.
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utenanthy · 10 days
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goodnight everyone (:
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spreadsheet of families in Gaza you can help today
donate to:
Buy an e-sim
Help diabetics in Gaza
The PCRF
Anera
UNRWA
Taawon
Help Gaza Children
Sudan Tarada Initiative
Help a Sudanese family escape conflict
Darfur Women Action
Ramadan for Sudan
Period products in Sudan
Sudan Emergency Appeal
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utenanthy · 10 days
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In case you lost it - a link to the eSIM donation guide. Even if you feel sick and powerless, you can at least do this. And even if you really, really can't donate, you can always at least share this and remind others.
https://gazaesims.com/esim-purchase-tutorial/
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utenanthy · 13 days
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How zionists talk about the murder of 4, 8 and 10 years old children
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utenanthy · 15 days
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columns of kelp underwater are so gorgeous. absolutely one of my favorite things in the natural world
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utenanthy · 15 days
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In case you lost it - a link to the eSIM donation guide. Even if you feel sick and powerless, you can at least do this. And even if you really, really can't donate, you can always at least share this and remind others.
https://gazaesims.com/esim-purchase-tutorial/
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utenanthy · 15 days
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obsessed with how ryoko kui sometimes draws falin wearing these shirts with the images of her skeleton chilling in the dragon's stomach. it's so fucking real. if i'd been eaten by a dragon i would 100% wear shirts like this too
edit: ID added courtesy of @princess-of-purple-prose ! thank you!
[ID: Art of Falin from the Dungeon Meshi extras. She's shown smiling and wearing similar graphic T-shirts which feature a skeleton relaxing within a stomach as a clock floats beside it. End ID]
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utenanthy · 18 days
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goodnight everyone (:
do your daily click
spreadsheet of families in Gaza you can help today
donate to:
Buy an e-sim
Help diabetics in Gaza
The PCRF
Anera
UNRWA
Taawon
Help Gaza Children
Sudan Tarada Initiative
Help a Sudanese family escape conflict
Darfur Women Action
Ramadan for Sudan
Period products in Sudan
Sudan Emergency Appeal
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utenanthy · 18 days
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I know it’s not much in the face of everything but I have been finding hope & resilience in palestinian poetry these past few weeks and I created a google drive file of poetry collections by palestinian poets that I will keep updating as I keep on reading. I also recommend checking out @fiercynn’s palestinian poets series for more poets + poetry available online
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utenanthy · 18 days
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the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, especially with the help of a physical therapist, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.
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utenanthy · 18 days
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DEERGIRL WRAPPED
you RAN away 10925 times
you blinked your big brown eyes 100000000000 times
you ate 109392933993929939282 berries
you stood really really still 523 times
you fell in love 9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 times
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utenanthy · 19 days
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We (The Panthers) were out doing food distribution yesterday and there was a homeless trans woman with cerebral palsy.
And just. Fuck me, man. It was all we could do to get her some estrogen. We gave her some razors but like. Can she even use them?
It felt more personal. Here was one of my sisters at the lowest she could possibly be and there was nothing I could fucking do.
I haven't been able to get her out of my mind.
She couldn't speak. She was terrified of men. She was on the corner begging for cigarettes. There was a smear going down her cheek from where she had applied her lipstick. She started crying when she saw another black transwoman. When she held me I could feel her drowning.
Fuck.
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utenanthy · 19 days
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"We live in the bad timeline" is not radical. "We are so doomed" is not radical. To concede moments of despair in private is understandable, even inevitable, in the midst of an ongoing struggle against a great imperialist beast. But to hold ourselves to a standard of belief and conduct that change is at least POSSIBLE, that cruelty and injustice are a state of affairs and not an essential truth about reality, is rigorous, disciplined, and NECESSARY to any revolutionary politic. If we do not believe in our ability to change things, it removes our ability to act. Revolution and changing of the global order require method, yes, and rigor, and investigation. This is without question. But we should approach these with discipline, by holding ourselves fast to the belief that it is at least possible for us to change the world.
Despair is counterrevolutionary, and it needs to be challenged, it needs to be defended against internally in the self and externally by holding our comrades accountable when they express despair. It is an act of love to say "comrade, chin up, there is still hope, and you are better than this."
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utenanthy · 21 days
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This is the same thing over and over again. Palestinians die every day, but it gets a lukewarm headline from mainstream media because death and destruction is inherent to Arabness. Then an aid convoy with white workers is obliterated, and now both the president of the United States and the president of Israel are making statements apologizing for “the poor protection of aid workers.” At one point we were seeing multiple reports a day of paramedics from the Palestine Red Crescent Society dying, but nothing. Crickets. Because they don’t care. And even in these “remorseful statements” there is a strategic reminder that white lives hold more weight than brown lives.
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utenanthy · 26 days
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a raspberry chai latte from work today
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utenanthy · 26 days
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Please help the family of a non-verbal autistic child (who has been losing weight because he only eats certain kinds of food, largely unavailable during this time) leave Gaza!
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