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I will be uninstalling tumblr during this period and won't be able to reply to any messages. I'm sorry.

I am taking a break. I don't know how long I will be taking a break but in the mean time I won't be using tumblr. This past week I have become overwhelmed with sharing fundraisers to the point that I am spending a significant chunk of my day sharing them. Pushing back things like eating.

To the Palestinians I am letting down, including ones who are in contact with me, I am truly sorry. I made promises of continually sharing campaigns that I knew I couldn't keep. I am so so sorry.

I am diagnosed with ocd and have been for a few years. Recently, it's been getting worse. Wanting to help Palestinians has quickly become an obsession and compulsion for me.

I can't help anyone if I can't help myself first. I hope I am able to help in a more healthy way soon.

If I get money, I will still donate to as many of the campaigns I am aware of as possible.

In the meantime, I will tag a few accounts that Palestinians and anyone fundraising can contact to spread their campaign.

@gazavetters @dlxxv-vetted-donations @bilal-salah0 @sar-soor @myceliacrochet @yellowis4happy

These links may be useful to both Palestinians raising funds and definitely for people looking to donate.

https://www.instagram.com/beesandwatermelons/

These are useful for both sharing fundraisers and finding fundraisers.

And @gazavetters here

I believe some of these spreadsheets also have campaigns for other causes like for Sudan

In that case, everything a police officer says comes with an implied death threat. Therefore:

There's no such thing as consenting to a search or a valid confession.

Any sex a police officer has is automatic rape. Any sex a police officer proposes is automatic attempted rape.

A police officer approaching someone and starting a conversation with them is kidnapping.

A police officer asking to enter someone's home is attempted burglary.

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

 A Mother’s Message

Silent Languages

your silence speaks

in languages I never learned,

ancient dialects of distance

I somehow understand

the way bones sense the storm

before the clouds even gather.

there’s a rhythm in your quiet,

a heartbeat between unspoken words,

and though your lips remain still,

your absence hums like a memory

that refuses to fade.

sometimes,

I think your silence

says more than you ever could

and maybe,

that’s how love survives:

in everything we never say,

but still feel.

I WILL !!! I WILL DO THAT

some of my favourite indigenous artists, in no particular order:

Inuit artists:

the jerry cans (esp their album Inuusiq)

beatrice deer

twin flames

Māori artists:

jordyn with a why

Indigenous australian artists:

tilly tjala thomas (i particularly love ngai yurlku nhiina)

kardajala kirridarra (srlsly check out ngajabu (Grandmother's Song))

And one of her own:

Oh and of course there's also the HU and Bloodywood for people who like more rock and metal mixed in:

https://www.tumblr.com/steamos-official/796229383707852800