The Hope Scroll 03.11.2026 - Try not to let anxiety take over right now, focus on what you CAN do. #hopescrolling #anxiety #youarehope #wearehope
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The Hope Scroll 03.04.2026: On the "extinction burst" narrative #hopescrolling #extinctionburst #youarehope #wearehope
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Everyone is #HopeScrolling today, following Hannah Spencer's fantastic win in Gorton & Denton!
Join us! 💚
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3-15“ of snow is forecast for Boston within Friday to Monday. Thus, it’s lovely to catch a peek at the harbingers of spring, daffodils!
#bloomscrolling #springscrolling #hopescrolling #daffodils #spring
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New mini-episode alert!
The Hope Scroll Unlimited: Generated by Humans now available wherever you get your podcasts! #podcast #hopescrolling #unlimited #hope
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The Hope Scroll 02.18.2026 - Don't let them beat you into submission. Keep doing what you can! #hopescrolling #unlimited #youarehope #wearehope
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Pourquoi tant de rage en ligne ? Filtrez vos pages web avant lecture :
www.ragecheck.com
Source :
korben.info/ragecheck-de...
Hopesceolling en écho :
webzine.contact/blog/solarpu...
#ragecheck #solarpunk #hopescrolling
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The Hope Scroll 02.11.2026: Bad Bunny rocked it! #hopescrolling #badbunny #youarehope #wearehope
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It me, #hopescrolling and liking all the happy pics with alt text while I wait for All Creatures Great and Small to start on PBS.
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The Hope Scroll 02.04.2026: As more and more horrifying information keeps rolling in, it's important to keep yourself grounded and find anything you can do, however small. #hopescrolling #youarehope #wearehope
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The Hope Scroll 01.28.2026: Losing TikTok, but let's save the internet. #hopescrolling #tiktok #youarehope #wearehope
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if you're looking for signs that we are making progress, I frequently repost them on @we-will-win.bsky.social
Intermix some #Hopescrolling with your doom; it's healthy for you.
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A screenshot posted by an account called Just Dragons, mostly a picture of a huge stuffed red dragon with a curly tail, with a lovely orange kitty curled into the tailspace. It is captioned "I ordered a 'large' dragon plushie online for my nephew. I didn't realize it would be the size of a loveseat. :D The bad news? It doesn't fit in the gift box. The good news? The cat has legally claimed it as his new bed. I guess we live with a dragon now."
That cat is in the right place. Not my cat, I have birds. #HopeScrolling #cat #CatsOfBluesky #dragon #dargon #PurrfectGift #CatBeds
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The Hope Scroll 01.21.2026: "In the end, it's only a passing thing; this shadow." #hopescrolling #thelordoftherings #youarehope #wearehope
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A drawing in coffee on a poem. A man with great effort topples some very high pillars
A drawing in coffee on a poem. A femme figure is being spaghettified into a black hole, a consequence of contemplating Thanksgiving
A drawing in coffee on a poem. There's some weird parenthetical abstract shapes, and a unicorn.
A drawing in coffee on a poem. Three sharp fire-hardened yew staves point downwards at an angle, saying fuck fascism without actually using those words
Finished!! I was just going to distress these printouts with some coffee but i started seeing structures and got a little carried away haha. 108 of these in 3 days for the PAINTREE vernissage. See you Friday in #Paris!!
#artsky #skypoem #france #hopescrolling #paintree
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Feel like all is lost? Do some #hopescrolling on my other account.
It might be slightly slower today due to IRL stuff but scroll back. I started the account on Friday (Jan 17) and there are already dozens of examples of legal victories and people successfully standing up to the regime.
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The Hope Scroll 01.14.2026 - Lemon, it's January. #hopescrolling #validation #youarehope #wearehope
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A picture of a person planted in the ground, growing deep tangled roots. Accompanied by the following poem: Zen and alchemy at year’s end A troop of chimpanzees drives out one of their own who wouldn't share fish. Children play in the forest while their parents worry. Underground, roots and mycelia reject intruders, kill parasites. Thunder rattles me even though it's far away. If we focus our lenses we can bring back empathy feigned to avoid shame. If I can stand up and relax enough I can be transmuted into a calm person. Visualize utopia and hold it steadily - we are who we pretend to be.
A picture of a person planted in the ground, growing deep tangled roots. Accompanied by the following poem: Zen and alchemy at year’s end A troop of chimpanzees drives out one of their own who wouldn't share fish. Children play in the forest while their parents worry. Underground, roots and mycelia reject intruders, kill parasites. Thunder rattles me even though it's far away. If we focus our lenses we can bring back empathy feigned to avoid shame. If I can stand up and relax enough I can be transmuted into a calm person. Visualize utopia and hold it steadily - we are who we pretend to be.
A picture of a person planted in the ground, growing deep tangled roots. Accompanied by the following poem: Zen and alchemy at year’s end A troop of chimpanzees drives out one of their own who wouldn't share fish. Children play in the forest while their parents worry. Underground, roots and mycelia reject intruders, kill parasites. Thunder rattles me even though it's far away. If we focus our lenses we can bring back empathy feigned to avoid shame. If I can stand up and relax enough I can be transmuted into a calm person. Visualize utopia and hold it steadily - we are who we pretend to be.
Steaming hot take: people *should* feel pressured into pretending they are decent and empathetic.
Zen and alchemy at year's end @ www.paintree.art
Vernissage 23 Jan in Paris, FR
#poem #skypoem #poetry #art #artist #artsky #painting #paintree #hopescrolling
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A painting of a bee flying in attack position in front of a very small castle made of honeycomb. Accompanied by the following poem: Violence If you would shake the 14th pillar until the walls fall on all our heads if you would make us subjects of your fancy rather than citizens and equals know that you rend your own flesh you cut your own hair and that if scattered bees will produce honey in any field.
A painting of a bee flying in attack position in front of a very small castle made of honeycomb. Accompanied by the following poem: Violence If you would shake the 14th pillar until the walls fall on all our heads if you would make us subjects of your fancy rather than citizens and equals know that you rend your own flesh you cut your own hair and that if scattered bees will produce honey in any field.
None of us are safe unless all of us are safe. A house divided cannot stand.
Violence @ www.paintree.art
Vernissage 23 Jan in Paris, FR
#poem #skypoem #poetry #art #artist #artsky #painting #paintree #hopescrolling
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The Hope Scroll 01.05.2026 - Well, shit. But still, don't lose hope. #hopescrolling #community #youarehope #wearehope
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The horrors are great; please share your favorite folks to follow for #hopescrolling
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A painting of two people, waist deep in water, holding up the entire earth between them. Accompanied by the following poem: Atlas shared I have carried a load far past my ability year upon year stack upon bundle my strength grows, but never quite enough. The weight of events and knowledge was always meant to be more than one person could handle, a cross too heavy to carry, I stumble, I slowly suffocate. Each alone with the burden of all sin we will face the lawless legions and be crushed, high for all to see and galvanize their cynicism. My scruples hobble me I fall again and have a vision of this cross of thought as mikoshi or ark of promises, that we as fellow believers know will protect us. We share the burden and make it festival, splashing through the river and taking turns carrying the god. Laughs reflect fear to the legions. We lean on each other when the weight is too much.
A painting of two people, waist deep in water, holding up the entire earth between them. Accompanied by the following poem: Atlas shared I have carried a load far past my ability year upon year stack upon bundle my strength grows, but never quite enough. The weight of events and knowledge was always meant to be more than one person could handle, a cross too heavy to carry, I stumble, I slowly suffocate. Each alone with the burden of all sin we will face the lawless legions and be crushed, high for all to see and galvanize their cynicism. My scruples hobble me I fall again and have a vision of this cross of thought as mikoshi or ark of promises, that we as fellow believers know will protect us. We share the burden and make it festival, splashing through the river and taking turns carrying the god. Laughs reflect fear to the legions. We lean on each other when the weight is too much.
A painting of two people, waist deep in water, holding up the entire earth between them. Accompanied by the following poem: Atlas shared I have carried a load far past my ability year upon year stack upon bundle my strength grows, but never quite enough. The weight of events and knowledge was always meant to be more than one person could handle, a cross too heavy to carry, I stumble, I slowly suffocate. Each alone with the burden of all sin we will face the lawless legions and be crushed, high for all to see and galvanize their cynicism. My scruples hobble me I fall again and have a vision of this cross of thought as mikoshi or ark of promises, that we as fellow believers know will protect us. We share the burden and make it festival, splashing through the river and taking turns carrying the god. Laughs reflect fear to the legions. We lean on each other when the weight is too much.
You don't have to hold it all. We have developed all kinds of elaborate rituals over time to illustrate how you shouldn't, my fav is the mikoshi.
Atlas shared @ www.paintree.art
#poem #skypoem #poetry #art #artist #artsky #painting #paintree #hopescrolling
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A photo of a green field with autumn-golden trees dotting it and at the edges, under a blue sky with a few streaky clouds. The text over the photo says "Meliorism" in large font, then under it in smaller font "(noun) the belief that we can contribute to positive change and improve the world through acts of love, creativity, compassion, and kindness."
#hopepost #hopescrolling #hope #love #kindness #empathy #compassion
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Willing to bet #hopescrolling results in more offline weaving of social fabric too.
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A picture of a person clearly in motion, either jumping from a bland taupe colored space and dissolving into a chaotic world of colors; or extricating themselves from the chaos and backing, one foot at a time, into a calm, ordered space. Accompanied by the following text: Thanksgiving Eve Like an addict, with immense effort, I extract myself from family's chaos. I build a temple of calm and hope its gravity will, at length, rescue me. Or I escape my stifling home, tuck and roll through broken glass toward freedom. The city lights shine for me like burnished youth. Or, broken on the wheel of the world, I retreat to easy familiarity. There are rules and old fights but they are worn down like old church steps. Or I want all these things and more. The only story without complication is an obituary. I break and mend, am distorted and still shine.
A picture of a person clearly in motion, either jumping from a bland taupe colored space and dissolving into a chaotic world of colors; or extricating themselves from the chaos and backing, one foot at a time, into a calm, ordered space. Accompanied by the following text: Thanksgiving Eve Like an addict, with immense effort, I extract myself from family's chaos. I build a temple of calm and hope its gravity will, at length, rescue me. Or I escape my stifling home, tuck and roll through broken glass toward freedom. The city lights shine for me like burnished youth. Or, broken on the wheel of the world, I retreat to easy familiarity. There are rules and old fights but they are worn down like old church steps. Or I want all these things and more. The only story without complication is an obituary. I break and mend, am distorted and still shine.
A picture of a person clearly in motion, either jumping from a bland taupe colored space and dissolving into a chaotic world of colors; or extricating themselves from the chaos and backing, one foot at a time, into a calm, ordered space. Accompanied by the following text: Thanksgiving Eve Like an addict, with immense effort, I extract myself from family's chaos. I build a temple of calm and hope its gravity will, at length, rescue me. Or I escape my stifling home, tuck and roll through broken glass toward freedom. The city lights shine for me like burnished youth. Or, broken on the wheel of the world, I retreat to easy familiarity. There are rules and old fights but they are worn down like old church steps. Or I want all these things and more. The only story without complication is an obituary. I break and mend, am distorted and still shine.
Even electrons are pulled by gravity, pushed by e&m, and... whatever the weak force does haha. Humans are somewhat more complicated and it's ok to have complicated feelings about people you love.
New @ www.paintree.art
#poem #skypoem #poetry #art #artist #artsky #painting #paintree #hopescrolling
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A painting of a person in a dark place, lit only by the flame on the wick coming out of their head which appears to be melting them into a puddle of wax. Accompanied by the following poem: Quarreling dervish I tried once to touch the sun and broke, my body and mind melting too close to the source. Another almighty test that I, like Abraham, failed. I fell into the labyrinth to convalesce. My body healed and my mind wandered those walls, taking every left turn until I found the hollow at its core. Then, I could see. To burn brighter needn’t mean half a life. Turn over, find another wick, and ignite it. The melting wax may fall and build up on both ends. A paradox, you say? Yes, that’s right. I prove my humanity by my contradictions.
A painting of a person in a dark place, lit only by the flame on the wick coming out of their head which appears to be melting them into a puddle of wax. Accompanied by the following poem: Quarreling dervish I tried once to touch the sun and broke, my body and mind melting too close to the source. Another almighty test that I, like Abraham, failed. I fell into the labyrinth to convalesce. My body healed and my mind wandered those walls, taking every left turn until I found the hollow at its core. Then, I could see. To burn brighter needn’t mean half a life. Turn over, find another wick, and ignite it. The melting wax may fall and build up on both ends. A paradox, you say? Yes, that’s right. I prove my humanity by my contradictions.
A painting of a person in a dark place, lit only by the flame on the wick coming out of their head which appears to be melting them into a puddle of wax. Accompanied by the following poem: Quarreling dervish I tried once to touch the sun and broke, my body and mind melting too close to the source. Another almighty test that I, like Abraham, failed. I fell into the labyrinth to convalesce. My body healed and my mind wandered those walls, taking every left turn until I found the hollow at its core. Then, I could see. To burn brighter needn’t mean half a life. Turn over, find another wick, and ignite it. The melting wax may fall and build up on both ends. A paradox, you say? Yes, that’s right. I prove my humanity by my contradictions.
If you burn out you're not doing anyone any good, not even yourself. Find a way to avoid it. Rest is a good place to look, but it's not the same for everyone or in all situations.
Quarreling dervish @ www.paintree.art
#poem #skypoem #poetry #art #artist #artsky #painting #paintree #hopescrolling
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A painting of a person sitting on the floor and looking up into their gorgeous, flowing hair, that might actually be water sloshing around happily in the space above, and where a red fish is jumping in and out. Accompanied by the following poem: Knocking to find a door while drifting inward with every step I swim in my head, a bowl too small. I turn and turn, my spine grows curved, to echo the walls that lead nowhere. I swim faster to try to hasten the process and find the way out. I will speedrun discomfort. The space constricts to compensate. I despair. How can I help anyone, how can I save anyone else if I can’t even save myself? Bereft of direction, I stall. Without design, I rest and wake to the answer: then I will have to save myself. The walls in my head begin to bloom.
A painting of a person sitting on the floor and looking up into their gorgeous, flowing hair, that might actually be water sloshing around happily in the space above, and where a red fish is jumping in and out. Accompanied by the following poem: Knocking to find a door while drifting inward with every step I swim in my head, a bowl too small. I turn and turn, my spine grows curved, to echo the walls that lead nowhere. I swim faster to try to hasten the process and find the way out. I will speedrun discomfort. The space constricts to compensate. I despair. How can I help anyone, how can I save anyone else if I can’t even save myself? Bereft of direction, I stall. Without design, I rest and wake to the answer: then I will have to save myself. The walls in my head begin to bloom.
I won't say get offline, i won't say go touch grass, or anything specific, just put on your own oxygen mask before assisting others. You need it and we need you 💙
New @ www.paintree.art
#poem #skypoem #poetry #art #artist #artsky #painting #paintree #hopescrolling
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A painting of a sea of open hands raised, as if to indicate votes, toward the viewer, under a blue sky full of clouds. Accompanied by the following text: Choose your fighter I will place no wager on a living man so when it's time for the money to go down I pick the no less than the sovereign - we the people who did not vote for this misguided and distracted as we may be we will course correct with better delegates who will meet the moment and remember what we always knew that the road to prosperity is through a more perfect union.
A painting of a sea of open hands raised, as if to indicate votes, toward the viewer, under a blue sky full of clouds. Accompanied by the following text: Choose your fighter I will place no wager on a living man so when it's time for the money to go down I pick the no less than the sovereign - we the people who did not vote for this misguided and distracted as we may be we will course correct with better delegates who will meet the moment and remember what we always knew that the road to prosperity is through a more perfect union.
Democracy is messy. We, the sovereign people, make mistakes and are misled, and are plagued by recurring awful leaders. But honestly most of us are just decent ppl and tired of the bigot shitshow.
New @ www.paintree.art
#poem #skypoem #poetry #art #artist #artsky #painting #paintree #hopescrolling
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