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we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through underground networks. where octopuses dream. where elephants return to the bones of their dead and stand over them in silence. where bees communicate through dance, showing each other where to fly. where flowers bloom...where crows remember human faces -especially those who were cruel to them - and pass that memory on to their young. where ants build entire cities. where cats purr at a frequency that can help heal bones. where forests, after fires, grow flowers first.

you can’t hurt me I support arsenal

My daughter Annika is proudly autistic and 12 years old. She drew this butterfly from a photo she took herself — every vein, every scale, rendered by hand on a tablet. She signs everything she makes. Dates it. Like she already knows it matters. She's turning 13 tomorrow. Please share this for her birthday. Let's make her day.

If the massacre of over 100,000 Gazans didn’t move you, the massacres in Lebanon won’t either.

Israel has claimed responsibility for bombing A WEDDING in Gaza City yesterday that killed 7 people from two families, including a 4-month-old BABY. Israel offered no explanation, but acknowledged "uninvolved civilians" were killed. Where's the Bondi beach level media coverage? Where's the outrage

my mom was really serving us home cooked meals every single day…… younger me didn’t realize how much work and how much of a blessing that is

YOUR PHONE HEARD YOU THINK. You didn’t search it. You didn’t say it out loud. You thought about it. And 20 minutes later it was in your feed. Here’s what’s actually happening. 🧵

After a certain age, your parents slowly become your children. They ask simple questions, repeat stories, and depend on your patience the way you once depended on theirs. Very few understand this role reversal.What looks like innocence or inconvenience is really time coming full circle. Don't correct them harshly. Don't rush them. Care for them the way they once protected you. This is not a burden. It is repayment.

"Do you support Israel's 'right to exist'?" It's a 'gotcha' queston and I debunk all the BS surrounding the 'right to exist' propaganda right here:

Think 🤔…

It is so sad that it is actually true.

Mehdi Hasan just demolished the sacred “Israel has a right to exist” argument. He exposed it for exactly what it is: classic Israeli propaganda designed to shut down all criticism and dodge accountability. No state has a divine “right to exist.” Nations exist through power, history, and recognition not magical immunity from scrutiny. Stuck in that bullshit debate? Mehdi drops three killer counter-arguments that flip the script every single time.

she doesn’t need an Oscar, the Oscar needs her.

John Kiriakou says going back to the 80’s everytime an Israeli prime minister would come to the White House they would ask the American president to bomb Iran. All said no, except Trump.

Denzel Washington on his first job before entering the film industry "I was a garbage man. Garbage man, you get eight hours worth of work, but you can do it in three. So you can go home as soon as you finish. Post office, you get three hours worth of work and you make it last eight. I did both. I like being a garbage man better. But they weren't bad jobs. It's like, people tell the difficulty of making a movie. I'm like, send your son to Iraq, that's difficult. It's just a movie. It's like, relax. I don't play that precious nonsense. Oh, we'll move on, get out of here. You know, your son got shot in the face, that's difficult. Making a movie is a luxury. It's a gift. It's an opportunity. Obviously, everybody here is talented enough to do that, but don't get it twisted. It's just a movie. And that's the deal."

I got custody of my little sister when she was 13. She’s 23 now. Yesterday she texted me, “Check your bank. And don’t argue.” 😭 I opened it… and she sent money for groceries. Said, “Buy something nice too. Not just bills.” Ever since she started working, she randomly sends rice deliveries to the house, pays the internet before I even notice it’s due, shows up with takeout on nights she knows I’m tired. I never ask. I don’t expect it. She just does it. Last week I saw her fixing the electric fan for our younger cousins, teaching them how to budget their allowance, moving through life like someone who learned responsibility early. And she did. Because we grew up together. Two kids pretending to be strong. Two kids figuring it out without a manual. So let me applaud us quietly. I was a teenager playing parent. She was a child forced to grow up fast. But somehow… we didn’t break. We built something. And we made it.

Tired of people who need to know the nationality of a dead child before they can decide how to feel.