If I must die, let it be a tale. #FreePalestine #Gaza

This is the MLK I swear y’all are talking about

Resharing with alt text for accessibility #AltTextPalestine #Alt4You

This Palestinian man’s mother was buried under the rubble of a five-story building in Gaza City over a month ago. He came back to look for her body during the now-ended Israel-Hamas truce.

I didn't know this had to be said, but: Framing the mass death and displacement of millions of Black people as a win for #climate change is dehumanizing and racist.

BREAKING: Al Jazeera journalists Wael al-Dahdouh and Samer Abu Daqqa wounded in Israeli attack on school in Gaza's Khan Younis aje.io/paatn5

This is what people think the college application process looks like

A parent influencer finally gets their big break

I still can’t believe my colleague and friend Hamza Al Dahdouh has been killed. Hamza is the eldest son of وائل الدحدوح Wael Al dahdouh - who we all regard as our father and the father of journalism. Israel killed Hamza today alongside another colleague of ours Mustafa Thuraya. Hamza lost his

#LastWeekTonight With John Oliver wins Outstanding Writing for a Variety Series at the #Emmys

Seeing this video make the rounds, here it is with subtitles. Via: Gaza Press Heroes on TT.

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Rambling about stan culture and Hiss tiktok.com/t/ZPR3d83Fd/

YOUR WEEKLY RESPITE FROM A WEARY WORLD, yes folks, it's THE 300TH EPISODE of Couples Therapy! A CAVACADE OF STARS joins us to answer ONE ADVICE Q EACH - The Jay Agenda, Ryan Ken, Natasha Leggero & more in an ep longer than Napoleon (theatrical cut)! 🔊 tinyurl.com/CTCavalcade300

i got to work with one of my faves, Ryan Ken, on this amazing essay for Scalawag. it's really fucking good. scalawagmagazine.org/2024/05/surviv…

I took a needed break from Twitter but I wanted to share my first essay for Scalawag! Thank you so much to 🏞️ - 🌊| they/them and autistic-coded character for working with me on this!

I was a volunteer at an inner city school. One night when the moon was full and I thought the building was empty, an urban youth jumped out at me from behind the desk. Before I could shout "Devonte, no!" I had already been bitten and soon began to crave fried catfish.