Monster of Frankenstein | 1981
fag enabler dog
Dear Tumblr souls, you beautiful, strange humans—
you laugh through the pain,
you turn sadness into soft, glowing aesthetics,
you post memes in the darkest hours,
and somehow, your hearts remain warm.
When you feel someone is hurting,
you become shelter—an open hand, asking for nothing in return.
I'm not asking for pity, but right now… I need you.
I'm Kareman from Gaza 🇵🇸🌸.
*This painting was drawn by my friend Zara ❤️
I'm trying to get through what life threw at me—with an open heart ,We were displaced ,There was bombing everywhere—loud, close, terrifying ,We fled with nothing but our lives.😞💔
Our dreams have changed ,We no longer dream of tomorrow— ,our dream today… is simply to eat.
My son, Hamoud🥹, asks me, “Mama, when is dinner?”
And sometimes… I have no answer.
That kind of pain shouldn't exist in a mother's heart😭.
My campaing vetted by/ @90-ghost here , gaza-evacuation-funds here
If you can help🥹❤️, even a little—this is the donation link:
And if you can't, sharing this could still bring us one step closer to a meal.
Thank you, deeply.🌸"
happy transmasc icon due to his small stature saturday
Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature. The starry sky, the sea, and every sight afforded by these wonderful regions, seems still to have the power of elevating his soul from earth. Such a man has a double existence: he may suffer misery, and be overwhelmed by disappointments; yet, when he has retired into himself, he will be like a celestial spirit that has a halo around him, within whose circle no grief or folly ventures.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
this is from a 2006 spin article where they interviewed gerard via AOL (pseudonym "NotOkayHelena"). starting to think this guy was "the blueprint".
context: mcr swept the spin readers poll of 2005, img 1 was in response to gerard being voted sexiest, img 2 was in response to a joke about the strokes being upset a newcomer took that prize
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
thank you, Marsha. we remember you.