There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.
I’m not saying this just for morale. I’m saying this as a reminder that the colonialist regime relies on your despair, uses it to further their propaganda. Once you lose hope, and tell everyone you lose hope, you are aiding the Zionist Entity.
Make it a point that you BELIEVE that Palestine will be free even in the face of genocide. Hope can halt genocide. Do not aid our oppressors.
The Palestinian Ministry of Health released a full report with names, ages and IDs of those who were killed – maybe at least in part as a fuck you to Western media and the US president who suddenly cast doubt on the number of fatalities. Over 7000 people died. Whole families wiped out forever. It’s beyond comprehension. May their memory be eternal.
The decision to release the names was made in explicit response to the skepticism of US admin:
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The Ministry of Health announcement is here, and ends with a link to the 212 page pdf [both in Arabic]
if you’re european, you can go to this site, click on your country at the top bar, and it will tell you how to reach your representatives and also provides an already written script which you can simply copy and paste. alternatively, this google doc also provides scripts for different countries.
the site-provided script calls for a ceasefire, the google doc puts emphasis on israel’s war crimes and their violation of the geneva conventions.
here is a good site for UK folks, it automates the process for you for those who are unsure who their local MP is. and here is another one that does the same for canadians. both provide scripts.
being undead as a metaphor for gender transition. you agree. reblog.
it’s about learning to live again. it’s about feeling alive after years of being dead inside. it’s about losing everything and gaining so much more. it’s about being vilified and ostracized for something you didn’t choose. it’s about being better than you’ve ever been. it’s about burying that which holds you back. it’s about new starts.
I hate the dog-ification of werewolves >:( I by making them happy dumbos it misses the best part of transformative monstrosity: repression. If you aren’t afraid of the beast within what’s the fucking point. It’s the big bad wolf lurking on moonlit nights it’s not your golden retriever in the park at noon. Justice for repression!! Justice for the beast within!! Justice for the fear of who you could be if you really let loose! Is the monster your true self? Does the thrill of the wild outweigh the guilt that comes in the light of day, when there’s mud on your feet and blood on your hands? What does it mean that you crave that which disgusts you, that the wolf isn’t just something you become, it’s something you always were
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