I Spent the 2015 Blizzard with New York’s Homeless

I met Alberto Lora at our last stop Monday night, outside the public plaza at the Sony building, on 55th Street and Madison Avenue, as he waited in line for whatever was left of the food being handed out by the Coalition for the Homeless workers. As the streets emptied, and the blizzard settled in, Lora described how New York City’s homelessness crisis is only getting worse. “The cops don’t know what to do with us anymore,” he told me. “The subways are packed at night with people sleeping like me. It’s a major resource for us, so without it, I don’t know what to do.”

"Why is it like this here? In this country?" he asked. "This storm is going to be bad for some people. Real bad."

Lora had learned about the storm the night before, from a video billboard in Times Square. “This will most likely be one of the largest blizzards in the history of New York City,” Mayor Bill de Blasio had announced from above. To Lora, a 42-year-old homeless man, it meant one thing: “I’ve gotta find somewhere to sleep.”

Thousands of other New Yorkers were in the same spot: Stuck in what was supposed to be a historic blizzard, with nowhere to go. The number of homeless people in New York City has ballooned in the last decade, with roughly 60,000 people sleeping in shelters on a given night, and thousands more living on the streets.


California mayor has the worst possible solution to homelessness

Here are some ways to alleviate the pain the of homeless people who live in your city: Provide them with services for survival and rehabilitation, provide them with temporary housing, provide them with permanent housing or tell them to go away and hope they don’t bother you anymore.

Guess which the mayor of San Rafael, California, chose?

I’m a 19 year old bedbound woman with a spinal injury, about to be evicted from my subsidised apartment for being disabled. I’m urgently seeking help to fund temporary private rental, and medical assessments necessary for a government housing application

I am completely unable to sit/walk. If I become homeless, my life will be in danger, due to physical vulnerability, and inability to request food without a charged mobile.

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I am holding a fundraiser on behalf of my friend Jessica, whose family is in need of support. Every donation will go towards paying off the bailiff fees so that this wonderful, loving family can feel a bit more secure.

On 20th January Jessica (veganhobbit.tumblr.com) and her family had a visit from the bailiffs. They gave them 30 minutes to come up with £500, otherwise they would take our cars. They threatened to take her fathers work van, which would leave him unable to bring in much needed income for the family, and resulting in even more financial trouble. They were able to pay off the £500, with the help of Jessica’s aunt who happened to be visiting.

The bailiff gave them a week to pay £1517 otherwise he would start taking more things, including the house. Thankfully, he has given them an extention - but the agency’s compassion will soon run out. They need to pay this amount ASAP. 

Not only could Jessica’s family become homeless, but they’d lose their possessions, and the sense of home and security that so many of us take for granted. Without a home, the family would have to rehome their beloved animals, who would no doubt face an uncertain future in the hands of shelters.


Every penny would be a massive help. If you are unable to donate, please take a few minutes to share this page in hopes that Jessica and her family will reach their goal in time to keep everyone safe and secure.

Thank you all for your generosity. If you have any questions for Jessica, please feel free to contact her at veganhobbit.tumblr.com.


Over the years, the oddball idea of plopping tiny dwellings atop tricycles has been explored time and time again, often as earnest attempts at inhabitable architecture, other times as commentary on social injustice. Brooklyn-based artist Kevin Cyr, who also boasts a tricycle home on his resume, has done both with another familiar but perhaps even trickier vehicle. Cyr’s “Camper Kart,” a marginally livable “pop-out” dwelling sitting at the throne of a regular supermarket shopping cart, was first built a few years ago, but the project continues to spur reflections on housing, whether that’s by driving conversation at an exhibition on homelessness or inspiring alternate versions.

Completed after a successful Kickstarter campaign in 2009, the canvas dwelling includes a front and back “door,” pop-out panels on the side, and basic supplies for survival. Though functional, “Camper Kart” is a one-off sculptural piece that’s now part of the West Collection, a body of 1,200 works by young artists that regularly loans out to various museums and universities.

Just a few months ago, the project was included in California State University, Fullerton’s “Seeing the Invisible: Life on the Street,” an exhibition that sheds light on the plight of the homeless. “I went looking for art that conveyed a message of need and advocacy,” said Joanne Mace, the exhibit’s curator. Indeed, “Camper Kart,” with its foundations so conspicuously weighed down by the components of the dwelling, is instantly reminiscent of the encumbered carts that haul around the multifarious belongings of homeless people in urban areas.

In Mace’s exhibition, “Camper Kart” serves to highlight the cramped, paltry living conditions of the impoverished. But similar to say, the tiny house movement, Cyr’s project also seems to have sparked desires for a downsized, simplified lifestyle. Just look at this photo posted on Cyr’s own Instagram account, below. Though this version of the “Camper Kart” looks far less structurally sound than the original, Cyr deems it far superior to other recreations. “Let’s make a compound!!!” cries a comment below that Instagram post. Perhaps more and better “tiny-houses-on-shopping-carts” are on the way.


2 years ago, we lost my dad to progressive early onset Alzheimer’s disease and have never been the same since. To give some background on who my dad was, he was a missionary. He went on mission trips all over the U.S., Italy, Greece, and the Dominican Republic. His acting and original stories, s…

Hi guys, I am reaching out on this wonderful site because my family and I are in desperate need of help!

We will lose our house if we do not come up with $5000 by the end of the month. We will become homeless.

So I am asking the tumblr community to please consider us and help us keep a roof over our head. I would not be asking unless it was dire.

thatsthat24, would it be at all possible if you could signal boost this?

Every daunting task is a black hole
in the middle of the streets and every
time I open the door, I am faced with
commitment and doubts and no wonder
why no kid wants to put themselves
out there anymore— there is a vortex
outside our homes, threatening to
eat us alive and its name is Society.

Every scary obstacle that we face,
from getting out of bed to
turning ourselves into a model of
who people think we should be,
from setting standards in
intelligence to beauty,
from being who they ask for
and putting our happiness
in a box to ignore—
it all makes us meals
for the wolves outside
our homes and wherever we
end up, only those wolves
will know and it’s a terrible
thing to live in a world where
we can be sucked into black
holes and wolves can be picking
at our bones but everyone will
only look at us and say
that we deserve what we got
as if those unable to meet some
fucked up standards should
be punished by being left out to rot.
—  Wolves and Black Holes
Please help!

My names Emily, Im going to be 16 in February.

In July, my boyfriend who is one of the sweetest and most loving people and is currently only 17, and myself are going to be made homeless.

Currently we are living with our separate families but our families don’t approve of our relationship as I am genderfluid and bisexual and he is bisexual so after my ‘parents’ decided that I had to leave, his decided the same. Both of our parents are very abusive, thats the reason we ever met in the first place.

They have said that I have until I finish my GCSES and he finishes his A-levels before we have to leave.
Both of us are desperate, we are trying our hardest to get jobs but at our ages we arent going to get good enough jobs and I have to continue my education which I fully intend to do. 

We both have such big dreams, we want to both go to university and to one day build a caring loving family, but currently, we arent even sure if we will make it a week once we are made homeless. 

I have depression and paranoia and he has anxiety, so the pure thought of whats to come is scaring us out of our minds.

I always feel so awful asking for help, I always try my hardest to help others before but this time, we are in desperate need. Its just crushing, listening to him crying everynight because hes scared of whats to come and its so hard trying to stay strong when in reality Im just as scared as he is.

As we have so little time to prepare ourselves, we are desperate for any donations, just to help us really get up and running so we can afford to atleast keep a roof over our heads and food in the cupboard whilst we try and settle ourselves 

We know its going to be difficult, even with any donations but we believe that as long as we have each other we will make it through.
If you decide to donate, thank you. I honestly cannot thank you enough. But, thank you. <3

Ive started a gofundme campaign - gofundme.com/kxhm8o

Please, Please I beg you if you are able to, donate, It would mean more than the world to me and my boyfriend

Tamás (58)

- Megszűnt a munkaviszonyom, a főnököm meghalt, akkor már ötvenkettő voltam, és nem kaptam sehol munkát.

- Mi a szakmája?

- Szakács, cukrász, felszolgáló, üzletvezető, betanított kőműves, betanított villanyszerelő, hivatásos gépkocsivezető… ezt mind csináltam. Amikor munkanélküli lettem, elkezdtem végigjárni a szokásos procedúrákat. Két hónap hiányzott hozzá, hogy megkapjam az aktív korúak támogatását. Orvosi igazolással mentem, hogy nem tudtam megjelenni a pecsételéskor, mert egyszerűen olyan beteg voltam, a gerincem teljesen tönkrement. Nem fogadták el, nem kaptam meg a támogatást, egy évre felfüggesztettek, és egy év után újra kezdhettem elölről a Hallerban a pecsételgetést, és most kaptam az első 22.800 Ft-os aktív korúak ellátását.

Charlette: When I was young, my mom was an alcoholic and she had a bunch of abusive boyfriends. She would get drunk and forget that I was with her in a liquor house, and a lot of her boyfriends would molest me. One particular boyfriend that I told her about molesting me, shot my mom, in front of me, with a twelve gauge shotgun. Blew her leg off. I was nine and a half years old. 

BW: Why did he do it?

Charlette: Because he didn’t want her to go to another liquor house, next door and because she had gotten on to him about molesting me. 

Catch this… she testified at his trial on his behalf and he didn’t get but five years. He came out after doing two and a half, stayed with her for six months, and he couldn’t handle her leg being blown off and her being handicapped, so he left. 

My mom never recovered. She became worser and worser of an alcoholic. I ended up in foster care and she died at age 42 of cancer.

BW: Do you forgive your mom?

I do… she also abused me as a child. When she lost her leg, she took it out on me. That was one of the reasons they put me in a foster home. The only thing I have from my mother is her teeth prints.

BW: She bit you?

Charlette: Yes she bit me. She threw bottles at me and cut me in the head. She used to lock me in a room. When her alcoholism got real bad, all of her friends left her and I was the only one for her to take her anger out on. 

BW: I’m really sorry that happened. 

This Shop might be Empty, Our Hearts Are Not

Charity is nothing new – there has never been a time where people didn’t take care of each other. But I have to admit, charity seems bigger than ever and it seems impossible to ignore – especially with such a cool initiative as The Empty Shop.

Last weekend I visited Manchester, something I do quite often as my boyfriend lives there. Just like always, we visited the Arndale, a shopping centre in the middle of Manchester. It is huge and 9/10 times I tend get lost.
Anyway, I never considered the Arndale to be something special. Most of the shops weren’t that unique. But there was one thing that caught my eye: The Empty Shop.

The Empty Shop is a really straight forward concept: at the beginning of the day, there’s an empty shop (duh). There’s absolutely nothing but naked mannequins and empty shelves and racks. Throughout the day, people and fashion brands can donate their clothes. They will be put in the store for display. This means the mannequins are dressed in eye-catching outfits created from second hand clothes. You can’t buy the clothes right away. At the end of the project, they will be for sale. The new items donated by fashion brands and the public will be sold in a one off private sale and the pre-loved items will be sold through Mustard Tree charity shops. All the proceeds go to The Mustard Tree Charity. The next day, it all starts over again.

This concept does fit today’s society so well. Ever since the crisis happened, we have realised that we can’t do this on our own – we can’t live without each other. To have a good, healthy life, we need each other’s help. People realised life can be tough, even if you never used to have struggles like financial

problems. The crisis changed a lot of people’s perspectives on the way we should life our lives. We don’t just live for ourselves anymore.

The Empty Shop is there to raise awareness for homeless people in and around Manchester. I think this is a great way of getting attention, as people are not used to seeing initiatives like this and especially not in the Arndale. It’s new for the people and that’s what makes it a success

. I hope they receive a lot of help and clothes and that the homeless will have a warm winter.