𓆝𓆟𓆜𓆞

[pneumaturgo]

Yuichiro Miyano

[runwayandbeauty]

Back Detail: Paolo Sebastian Autumn/Winter 2016, Adelaide Fashion Festival.

[ardent-reflections]

I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.

Virginia Woolf

[last-picture-show]

Purple Pressed Flower

[inawheatfield]

self portrait with my husband, 2022.

[sa-dnesss]

[friendswithclay]

“A Ramallah woman in her tradition Palestinian dress, Matson Collection (1898-1946)”

[pleoros]

(Via reddit) I was walking near a local lake today and captured this.

[nocuer]

May we all witness a liberated Palestine in this lifetime and the next

[fotojournalismus]

A boy enjoys the sun atop a donkey grazing in a field in the northern Gaza Strip on April 29, 2015. (Majdi Fathi/NurPhoto/Corbis)

[zamaaanawal]

Palestinian girls playing in the snow, Jerusalem, Palestine, 1921,

[kummatty]

His love for Gaza shone through in his photographs, seen in his steadfast portrayals of joy and beauty. Whimsical compositions by the sea depict young boys jumping and playing. In a series of works focused on his grandmother, a survivor of the 1948 Nakba who was displaced from her native village of Isdud, Arandas portrays her as a symbol of strength and perseverance in Gaza, zooming in on her weathered hands harvesting olives against deep fertile earth. Traces of personal and cultural histories can be seen in the crisp light of ripe olives and the details of intricate embroidery adorning her hanging dress.

“Where can I begin talking about Gaza and Palestine, and how can I begin when I know that I am the living dead? Everyone who writes about Palestine has prepared himself to be among the dead, but despite our prior knowledge of our fate when we write and write about this land, we do not stop or for a moment hesitate to inhale her love,” he reflected.

Remembering Gaza Photographer Majd Arandas, Killed by Israeli Airstrikes

[banji-effect]

Nancy Pettway (b. 1935), My Way, no date

[cottaqecore]

olivia pierce

[lifeinpoetry]

The language isn’t enough.

Here—an image of homeland. The word colonization, a photo of a fruit so bloodied. I hold a beam of light to a wall, make shadows of Palestine I try to catch. Olive tree, Israeli soldier, a metaphor of Palestine as a woman.

In workshop, a white classmate says some of us celebrate diversity. Someone wants to talk about hummus and falafel (pronounces them both wrong, then asks me for the labor of forgiveness).

I’m supposed to be feeding them whatever is the opposite of guilt. I want to move beyond. Where?

There are bodies. And then there are fewer bodies. This is the formula.

— Noor Hindi, from “Pledging Allegiance,” DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.

[ruhlare]

[ibrahhim-deactivated20250427]

the sun & moon sharing a moment

Matteo Varsi