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Jean-Michel Basquiat and Eszter Balint photographed by Edo Bertoglio, 1980.
grief isn’t linear. grief tends to move more like weather than a straight path. calm one hour, overwhelming the next, sometimes returning long after you thought you were “past” something. people often expect progress to look steady. acceptance replacing pain in orderly stages. but in reality, grief can loop, stall, soften, spike, disappear for a while, then reappear because of a smell, a date, a song, or an ordinary moment that suddenly isn’t ordinary anymore. some days the loss sits quietly beside you. other days it fills the whole room. and neither state is more “correct” than the other. healing rarely means forgetting. more often, it means learning how to carry what changed without it crushing every part of you.t he hard days do not erase the progress you’ve made. they are part of it.
1995
being hrny to the point where it hurts kills me at my core
Hello, my name is Islam, and I am a mother of three children from Gaza.
Before the war, our life was simple, but it was filled with warmth, safety, and happiness. 🏠 Our home was our safe haven, and my children’s laughter filled every corner of it.
But in a single moment, everything changed...
We lost our home and became homeless. Today, we live in a small tent that cannot protect us from the heat of summer or the cold of winter. ⛺
My children are still beside me, but fear never leaves their eyes. Every day, I struggle to provide food, clean water, clothes, and even their most basic needs. As a mother, it breaks my heart to see them suffering while feeling helpless.
try to stay strong for my children, but the truth is that I am exhausted. All I want is to give them back even a small part of the safety and dignity they have lost.
🙏 We are in desperate need of help to survive — a decent tent, food, clothing, and basic necessities for my children.
Hello, I'm from Gaza 💔 "I used to live in safety... and today I'm writing to you from among the tents."
Any support, no matter how small, can make a huge difference in our lives. And if you are unable to help directly, please share our story. Maybe it will reach someone who can.
I am just a mother trying to protect her children in the middle of unimaginable hardship... and my children are all I have in this world 🤍
A Man Called Magnum (1977)
Nightmares Come at Night (1970)
Sleeeeeeping to avoid everything
if you're rude to service job workers you're the lowest form of vertebrae to me and should be shot dead
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kisses* one is not enough i need that immediately
i need a kiss
I blame everything on social media. And I’m right. It stole real life from us it’s psychological warfare did they even do research on it before releasing it like on lab rats? The rats would’ve probably all killed themselves