I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.

I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.

I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.

I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.

I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.

I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.

HELP HAYA’S FAMILY GET TO EGYPT SAFELY AND AID HER MOTHERS KIDNEY TREATMENT 🇵🇸

HER TIKTOK AND GOFUNDME, ABOVE

Haya and her family have made enough money through donations (may all you lovely people be blessed ❤️) to go to Egypt, but it is a matter of time. They need to make it before the border closes and Rafah is attacked. Haya’s mother needs immediate kidney treatment, which can only be found in the safety of Egypt. This will cost $150 a week unfortunately.

THEY ARE ALMOST AT THEIR GOAL, DONT LOSE HOPE 🇵🇸❤️ FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

EVERY LITTLE HELPS 🇵🇸

Peter B thinks he's Miles mentor cause he taught him how to swing

News flash dumbass the ability to swing comes free with your spider bite it's instinctual and he would've learned it anyway you ain't special

This is a Peter B. Hate post all my Hobies hate Peter B.

Remember in ATSV he either ratted Miles out on purpose or forgot he was wearing the tracking watch with the hyper sophisticated living AI on it

Remember he watched Gwen get assaulted and did nothing

REMEMBER

Thank you Palestine | ما قصرتوا يا أهل فلسطين

العربية:

شكراً على الأداء الرائع والفرحة التي أدخلتها للعرب في كأس آسيا يا أهل فلسطين. نحن فخورون جدا بكم

الحب والاحترام لإخواننا وأخواتنا الفلسطينيين  الله ينصرهم إنشالله

English:

Thanks for the sensational performance and the joy you brought to the Arabs at the Asian Cup, Palestine 🇵🇸. We are very proud of you!

Love & respect for our Palestinian brothers & sisters 🫶🏼 May Allah grant victory to them inshallah!

it's international women's day. where are the feminists fighting for women's rights in palestine? where are the feminists speaking up for the lack of period care in palestine? WHERE IS THE SUPPORT FOR WOMEN IN PALESTINE? WHY ARE YOU ALL SILENT AS WE WITNESS THE WOMEN IN PALESTINE SUFFERING?

What happens when you can't forget? When even the smallest things still haunt you and whisper every day in your thoughts? Years have passed. He is still with me though he is gone. Some things are just too bound to your soul, some things are just too sacred to forget, and oblivion is negated with every heartbeat.

e.v.e.

this story is absolutely heartbreaking, and i hate that its far too common to hear stories much like it, Free Palestine https://www.change.org/p/sign-and-share-this-urgent-petition-calling-for-a-ceasefirenow-in-gaza-and-israel?signed=true https://www.unrwa.org/

i have to put this on my home screen or else i will panic

What do you still remember from that time?

Summer/autumn/early winter 2021-22, when COV-19 non-vaccinated people tried in every way to warn people about the harm. They were attacked on various discussion platforms by ordinary citizens as well.

The unvaccinated were told they were tinfoil hattes, conspiracy theorists, pro-vegetarians, jerks, held others hostage and were even expected to die.

They wanted to shut them out of society, they even planned a vaccine passport.

Information about the disadvantages was already available at a very early stage if you wanted to find it. Everyone has decided what and who to believe, e.g. against Dr. Malone was widely attacked.

The majority have taken the vaccines completely voluntarily.

By the end of autumn 2021, most of the population had been vaccinated. However, infection statistics increased. They pretended that the vaccinated wouldn't get infected. The infections were blamed on the unvaccinated.

However, there were so few unvaccinated people that everyone would have had to realize for themselves that the infections were not caused by unvaccinated people.

It was already known at a very early stage that Corona was not dangerous for children and young people. Their vaccination was justified by the protection of others.

The unvaccinated tried to the last to prevent the vaccination of children and young people. However, children and young people have suffered. Young healthy people started dying suddenly.

Now even the mainstream media has reported that the spikes do not prevent infection and that it was already known early on.

But how will the people react? Deep silence!!!

Omicron changed the playing field and the majority of unvaccinated people have focused on living forward.

Those who have been harmed are now on their own and no one wants to listen to them. However, it is not the fault of the unvaccinated.

Even memory disease is noted as a cause of death for the elderly. Which in itself cannot be the cause of death. Excess mortality statistics are higher than ever in history. (over 40% in Finland) The cold rooms are full of corpses and some corpses are at normal room temperature for days. Due to jams, burial times become really long. The wrong bodies are placed in the graves. (in Finland).

WHO is preparing a pandemic agreement and forced strikes. Very likely the following spikes will be even more "powerful".

SAVE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

ISRAEL YOU WILL PAY

not to yandere teruhashi again but wow this song sure is yandere teruhashi

love me 'til you're dead, I will not forget

you'll still love me dead or alive

Happy two years to the dabi reveal leaks, never forgotten in this november 5th

endless night

I just think that 'animals are living intelligent creatures that have feelings and deserve to be respected' and 'when done properly farming is beneficial to both people and animals and there's nothing wrong with raising and killing animals for food, clothing, and other products' are concepts that very much can and should coexist

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

Revitalizing this dead tumblr with memes I’ve been posting on my Twitter, I am here to provide the goods