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I fought with everything I had to stand on my own. I searched for work, hoping I could provide even the most basic necessities for my family without having to ask anyone for help. But despite every effort, it wasn't enough.

What hurts most is when people assume we're exaggerating or inventing our reality. We are not telling stories to earn sympathy. We are living them.

No words can truly describe what it means to watch your children grow up surrounded by fear, uncertainty, and loss. No photograph or headline can fully capture the weight of waking up each day wondering how you will feed your family or keep them safe.

Only those who have witnessed this reality with their own eyes can truly understand it. We never wanted to depend on the kindness of others. We wanted dignity, stability, and the chance to build our lives with our own hands.

Asking for help is not a choice we make lightly. It is what remains when every other door has closed. If you choose to stand with us, you are not encouraging dependence you are helping a family survive until they have the chance to stand on their own again.

If you see us as a family deserving of a chance not a burden you can support us by donating through the link below.

I am Widad, writing to you today with a heavy heart for my mother, Suhaila, who is currently undergoing urgent surgeries in the hospital.

Her health condition is very serious, and we are going through critical and difficult moments, waiting for any news that can bring us comfort and hope.

Every passing moment feels heavy as we wait and pray for her safety and recovery

Please… act now. Silence is taking her away from me. Every moment without help brings us closer to losing her. I beg you from my heart, don’t scroll past—help us before it’s too late

Every second matters. Any small donation can help save her life. Please don’t ignore us. Share this message, donate if you can. Your kindness could give my daughter a chance to live and see tomorrow.

We have nothing left.

Our home was destroyed.

We sleep under the open sky, exposed to cold, fear, and hunger.

No walls. No roof. No tent.

My father was injured in the war and cannot work.

My mother is very sick — her iron is dangerously low, and we cannot afford her medicine.

Her illness is confirmed by a hospital report, which you can see

Every night, I watch her struggle and pray she survives.

I have four sisters and my little brother Shukri.

Look at this video 😢… My siblings and I are searching through the rubble of our destroyed home for any clothes we can wear. Everything is torn, everything is broken… we are just trying to find something to cover ourselves in these hard days."

He is scared, weak, and I am the only one trying to protect him.

And my little sister Mira, only two years old, cries for milk… and I have nothing to give her.

My little sister Mira is suffering from severe malnutrition and is currently in the hospital. She is weak and unable to rest properly, and we are deeply worried about her."

I was forced to leave school. My dreams are gone.

All I can do is fight every day to keep my family alive.

We are just children… carrying a life no child should ever bear.

Please… help us survive.

Even a small donation can give: • Medicine for my mother

• Milk for Mira

• Care and support for Shukri

• A simple shelter to protect all of us

."Medicines for my mom."

If you cannot donate, please share our story.

Help us. Save us. We are slowly dying. 😭💔🙏

The army has ordered the evacuation of the areas around us. People are running in fear, carrying their children and whatever little they have left. I recorded a video so the world can see the suffering we are going through and the fear surrounding us every second.

Please, I beg you, help us before it is too late. Help us before we are bombed and disappear like so many others. Any support, donation, or share could save the lives of my children.

Please do not ignore our cries for help.

Donation link

Chuffed link

Raneen, @a00h2, is my friend. She is trapped in Gaza, Palestine, with her family, with her sick baby. This is her message to you, in her own words:

I hope you are all well…

This is our last chance to survive… my final plea before it's too late.

The war on Gaza is threatening to resume, and I'm living every moment in indescribable fear. I have one last chance to escape with my husband and child to safety, but we can't afford the travel.

I beg you from the bottom of my heart… don't leave us to face this fate alone. We've already lost so much, and we can't bear any more loss and fear.

Every passing minute could mean losing our last chance to survive. Please, if you can donate or share my plea with others, it could be the reason we're saved.

Save us… please save us from this destruction, and save my child from a war he has no part in. 💔🙏

Please, I beg you, help my friend. Her 1-year-old baby is in a respirator; he has very dangerous lung cancer. There is no treatment in Gaza that can save him, and a return to open war will put him at even greater risk. She needs to pay $5,000 more in a month to get out of Gaza, so he can receive proper treatment. They are in great danger; every minute counts.

My friend doesn't have that money. She can't help her family and child alone. Please, I beg you, donate, whatever you can. $40, $20, $10, $5, whatever you can, it will all be useful. Thank you so much.

Her account is vetted by @90-ghost here, by @gazavetters (#576) , and by @bilal-salah0. This Chuffed fundraiser goes directly to her; for transparency, you can dm @a00h2 if you want to confirm it.

PLEASE, HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY FRIEND AND HER BABY!!

$5,000/$10,000

I am begging the UK trans community and its allies to attend the Mass Lobby at Parliament on June 25th, 11am-4pm, organised by Trans Solidarity Alliance.

The new EHRC Code of Practice pushes trans people out of toilets, hospital wards, and community spaces. It normalises gender policing based on appearance and stereotypes. It becomes statutory guidance in the UK by the end of June.

Trans people are now legally their assigned gender at birth and must join gendered spaces accordingly, but if they are perceived as their lived gender, they can also be ejected from those spaces. The guidance says: either break the law, or don’t pass too well.

A mass lobby is where you invite your MP to discuss your concerns with you in-person. Ask your MP to:

Demand full parliamentary scrutiny, debate, and use their free vote on the EHRC Code of Practice.

Support any motions rejecting the EHRC guidance. As of June 4th, Labour MP Nadia Whittome has submitted a prayer motion - Early Day Motion 240.

Write to Bridget Phillipson, the Minister for Women and Equalities about our concerns

Your MP does not have to be an ally, they do not have to respond to your email for you to show up and greencard them (details below the cut.) What matters is that as many people as possible show up.

I cannot stress this enough: Showing up in person matters. It is much more effective than petitions, emails, and letters.

It is a horrible, stressful time, and I am so sorry if you're trans and live in the UK. But I was at last year's mass lobby and the line for greencarding alone stretched around the back gates. It was a record breaking mass lobby and made us impossible to ignore. Let's do even better this time. Details under the cut:

OpenAI scraped the entire web. All of which had been a labor of love from humans. Wikipedia is the backbone of a lot of LLMs, and that was volunteer human labor. They stole it and now they're selling it back to us.

I don’t know how I am still holding on...

My name is Najah, and I am a mother of six children, including newborn twins 👶👶 who need urgent care every single moment.

We are living through extremely difficult days filled with fear, hunger, and the lack of basic necessities 🥺🍞

Sometimes my children go to sleep without enough food, and I stand helpless before their tears because I cannot provide milk, diapers, or medicine for them.

My newborn twins are still so fragile, and their tiny bodies need constant nutrition and care 🍼💔

But our situation has become far beyond my ability to handle, while my other children face hunger, cold, and fear every day.

For many days, we have not received any donations or help, and our situation keeps getting worse with every passing hour.

I try to stay strong for my children, but my heart breaks every night when I see them suffering and I have nothing to protect them with.

Every second now is precious ⏳

Every act of kindness could be the reason my children survive 🙏

I am not asking for the impossible — only for a chance for my children to live safely, stay together, and have hope for another tomorrow.

Please, from the bottom of my heart, do not ignore our suffering 💔

Any small donation could help me buy milk, diapers, food, and medicine for my children.

Please donate $25, $50, $100, or any amount you can give 🤲

Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a real difference in my children’s lives.

And if you cannot donate, please share our story everywhere you can 📢

Your compassion may reach someone who can save my children before it is too late.

I beg you — stop here, donate, share, and choose kindness before this silence becomes another tragedy for my family.

Thank you to everyone who listened to our pain 🌸

Your kindness today could give my children another chance at life and safety.

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Don’t wait until it’s too late. Every donation or share can make a real difference in their lives.

Donate now and give them hope and a chance for a better future. ❤️

Please, don’t ignore this message. 💔

Donate if you can, and share it with others so it reaches someone who can help.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/56143249-tumblr-porn

Now if you’re wondering why I felt the sudden need to dredge up this post from 2022, it’s because of a couple other posts I won’t go into now that reminded me of it.

This post is a prime example of how casually and insidiously we can re-write history. When the OP made this post so many people in the notes nodded along, acting as though it were an obvious, incontrovertible truth that Tumblr in the late aughts/early ‘10s was a wholesome safe space for children, and it was therefore normal and natural in the tumblr culture of that time to treat adults as unwelcome interlopers.

But that’s not an obvious, incontrovertible truth.

It’s a complete rewriting of history.

It’s a brazen, boldfaced lie.

Or it would be, if I thought OP were lying intentionally. But actually I don’t thing they were. I think this might actually be how OP (mis)remembers tumblr. OP painted a pastel colored soft focus filter over their childhood memories without even realizing that’s what they were doing. And it’s fine if the way you like to remember something is different from the way it actually happened. But it stops being fine when you start using your fabricated whitewashed sanitized memories as “evidence” when crafting an argument, thinking no one will bother to fact check you.

I’m bothering.

And john green was clearly trying to connect with the teens here, because they were the intended audience of his fucking novels. he didn’t come here to hang out with adult sex workers