Just A Bored-at-work Sketch Page :P

PLEASE DONATE AND SHARE, HELP ME GET INSULIN INJECTION (HUMALOG)

Hello everyone, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, a condition that demanded a precise balance of insulin a precious commodity in my war-torn homeland of Gaza.

I find myself in a relentless struggle to secure the insulin vital for my survival. With medical resources scarce and hospitals overwhelmed, obtaining medication became a daily battle fraught with peril.

My condition worsened when the bombs drew perilously close to my home, and my insulin supply dwindled to nothing. With pharmacies shuttered and aid unable to penetrate our besieged area, I confronted a dire predicament. Without insulin, my blood sugar levels surged, threatening to plunge me into a coma.

I ask for your support, your assistance could mean the difference between life and death for me. Please, help me obtain the insulin I so desperately need.

MY GOAL $197/$360

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i’ve been thinking about innocuous photos like the one on the left. because it is my job to neglect the sprouts of imperialism and racism that accompanied my upbringing, i've been attempting to find solidarity even in the innocuous. and how easily it comes: marah and i, both schoolgirls who like cute things, both compelled by the desire to photograph our supplies after arranging them to be just-so. the photo on the right is an old one of mine.

if you were to ask yourself:

“how much do i have in common with a palestinian?”

i think the answer would be “everything.” maybe you’re united by the love you have for your pets, being fans of the same goth rock band, or the fact that, were something of severity to happen to your family, you’d also be online, asking for help in a way your elders might find it hard to wrap their heads around, and making sure people knew they could trust your campaign.

and if this were a message you were sending, i hope that your hope would remain in tact, because people like us, on the other end, would be doing everything they could to help you.

Love when this guy visits

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

Feeesh

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death;

I am not on his payroll.

I will not tell him the whereabouts of my friends

nor of my enemies either.

Though he promise me much,

I will not map him the route to any man’s door.

Am I a spy in the land of the living,

that I should deliver men to Death?

Brother, the password and the plans of our city

are safe with me; never through me

Shall you be overcome.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay

LITTLE GREEN ALIEN MASTERPOST

i am reuploading these bc tbh im convinced twitter will die,

i draw little aliens to show how i feel cuz i cant properly explain through text and like. heres a couple of them.

My mother survived the genocide in Cambodia. Her father, my grandfather, was killed due to their neighbors snitching out of jealousy that her family still had some small amount of livestock.

They didn’t receive shit in return for snitching, and honestly they probably died in the genocide too.

Just something to think about.

Its about to be real lucrative to be a snitch. Guard your information. And guard your friends information.

a small painting of my cat, Rosie!

im away from home and missing her haha

Google is cooked