soon as i get home i, from east durham love by kennedi carter, 2019, archival pigment print
My name is Hala, from Deir al-Balah, Gaza. I live with my four children, Abdul, Jaber, Mohammed, and Lian, and my mother-in-law, in a never-ending nightmare. Our home was bombed, and everything we had turned to ashes. Now, we live in a burnt house, with no safety or hope.
My husband, Adham, is stuck in Egypt, and I face this torment alone. My children suffer from hunger and illness, and we have nothing to protect them. Life here is unbearably difficult; every day is a struggle for survival.
I urgently need your help to raise $35,000 so we can escape, as each person requires $5,000. This money isn’t just numbers; it’s our hope for a new life away from pain and suffering. We are human beings who deserve to live, so please don’t let us drown in this nightmare.
Help us, as we are in desperate need of your support.
Vetted @bilal-salah0
Grand Central dressed for Christmas, 1930.
Photo: George Rinhart via Corbis/Getty Images/Huffpost
Melle Johannes Oldeboerrigter (1908-1976) — Landscape and Interior (Pighorse) [oils on linen, 1959]
me at twelve years old reading about sammy valdez still obsessed with his middle school girlfriend hazel on his deathbed and making it his newborn grandson’s problem
if the heavens ever did speak she’s the last true mouthpiece every sunday’s getting more bleak a fresh poison each week
unrealitycw have a Super Gay version of take me to church