But I Stay Silly! *←said In The Most World-weary Voice You Ever Did Hear*

I don't know if you care, but this is our home now.

I am Moataz from Gaza, married and have a daughter named Maria. Our house was destroyed in the war, and we have now been displaced for 8 months. I lost my job and my home, which I built with love. My wife and I are trying to withstand this brutal war and rebuild our lives again. Any small donation will be important to us, Thank you all.

You can donate here👇🏻

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Hello my friends, I am Moataz, a graphic designer from Gaza. I have been married to Maryam for two and a half years, and we have the most be

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Maria walks into our destroyed home

Pictures of our home before and after the bombing

important note: The goal we want to reach is $100,000, and the PayPal campaign has a final goal of $20,000, so I will create 5 campaigns over a period of 5 months.

We are now in campaign No. 2

Details of the first campaign

Big goal

6,639/100,000

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This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

that video of the little kid in Gaza with his cat in his lap, begging it not to eat him and his siblings when they die. videos of Palestinians giving part of whatever food they have to their animals and using precious resources to bandage their injuries. footage of Palestinians eating pet food. Footage of Palestinians being forced to eat their's and other's pets because the occupation is starving them. the occupation murdering cats and other pets they find in front of Palestinians. the clip of those children who were ecstatic because they were able to find their pets in the rubble, or take their pets with them as they flee. bisan crying because she misses her cats and has no idea if they lived. the two brothers who chose to stay in Gaza and risk their lives to continue running their cat sanctuary. Palestinian men pulling people from the rubble clutching their cats. I don't make this post to say I care for the pets more than the people, but just...as a person who loves my pet cat so much I don't understand how people can see these images, even perpetrate this horror, and do nothing. I pat my cat and I think of Palestine and Palestinians missing their pets, clutching their pets, and being forced to eat their pets. I can't imagine the pain of it. Call your reps, support BDS, go to protests, keep bearing witness. Free Palestine and end the occupation.

you must love life even when you have no stomach for it

circling back around to the issue of writers being expected to do all their own goddamn marketing via social media these days, because it completely nixes the possibility of writers being weird shut ins, off-putting eccentrics, or misanthropes. 80% of the literary canon was written by weird shut ins, off-putting eccentrics, and misanthropes. if you weed out everyone who’s the wrong kind of insane to maintain a twitter presence, who on earth is left

Donate to Mohammed Ayesh, who has helped hundreds of Gazan families in such a short time.

"Are you good in bed?" No, I can't sleep.

few things more humbling than the realization that you really do write the same fic(s) over and over again