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Without quite realizing that's what I was doing, I started a hope thread—I've been posting one quotation per day. Since horrors persist, what are your favorite hope quotations? #HopeScrolling

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Of course! Without quite realizing that's what I was doing, I've started a hope thread here. #HopeScrolling

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The Hope Scroll 03.18.2026: Feeling hopeless? Here's a couple things you can do. If all you can contribute is a drop in the bucket, put a drop in the bucket! #hopescrolling #nokings #youarehope #wearehope

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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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Join the Green Party Join the Green Party from just £6 a year. Become a member today - join the only party standing up for people and planet.

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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RageCheck - Detect Outrage Bait Patterns Analyze articles and social posts for manipulative language patterns, fear-mongering, and engagement bait.

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."

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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#hopescrolling

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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 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. 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. 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

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.

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.

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.

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."

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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SapienKind on Instagram: "The world is much better than you think. Progress is often silent, while disaster is loud. — Hans Rosling" 20K likes, 388 comments - sapienkind on December 25, 2025: "The world is much better than you think. Progress is often silent, while disaster is loud. — Hans Rosling".

Good thing which have happened this year..

www.instagram.com/p/DSsVRcsCke...

#Hopescrolling

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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.

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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