Too Poor To Die

Veronica // always tired

[faeishsuggestions]

Remember the cycle. Even as you dwindle, know that you will return.

[odetothemodernmanx]

Great Smoky Mountain National Park - Fall 2020

[odetothemodernmanx]

Out

So comforting is Plan Z, that sometimes I daydream about it. Who would I be without the possibility of out? It's already 3:00 pm and I feel like all the time I've borne witness to is useless - today, yesterday, the last 30 years. I daydream about the darkness, the nothingness, the pressure of six feet of dirt, so real I can smell the damp earth closing in. The horrors persist but I do not have to and some days that is enough.

[probablyasocialecologist]

[l-herz]

From Defense of Children International: Palestine

"Israeli airstrikes & shelling have killed 500 Palestinian children in Gaza. The Ministry of Health reports that 1,537 Palestinians have been killed in total, meaning 1/3 of fatalities are children"

[odetothemodernmanx]

Great Smoky Mountain National Park - Fall 2020

[odetothemodernmanx]

A Grief So Wide and So Deep

nothing's new nothing's new nothing's new

How do you grieve for people you need more time with, people you can pick up and call? My Dad has sent me one Onion article published today, two photos of animals he met at a job site, and three songs he heard on the radio this week but he almost cost us Mikey. As if I need a reason to jump the ledge. He might still cost us Mikey. And I'm worried about the grief in the pit of my stomach I can't swallow around about how terrified I was of this - losing my Dad - and how it is seemingly so much worse to grieve the man that masks the monster than the monster himself. My therapist says I am mad for both of us - Mikey and I. For the version of me that was so desperate for anyone I even took the shadow of someone. For the version of me that spent weeks screaming at an empty chair alone in my apartment because I couldn't lose him too. Anything to get the rage the grief the fear out - to put it down for a second, to be able to hug him without wincing. But he almost cost us Mikey. And if I lose Mikey, I failed. Sometimes, I close my eyes and I am still sitting in the closet in my room, marking the days I've hidden right here. I wonder how I'm going to keep losing.

nothing is ever new

[ladylingua]

I’m sorry, if you are an anti-choicer and you call a fetus a “pre-born child” I am just straight up going to laugh at you

[ladylingua]

I myself am a “pre death corpse” which is why I should not have to pay any bills you see

[arkanjil]

[metamorphesque]

― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

[text ID: The centre of every poem is this: / I have loved you. / I have had to deal with that.]

[tuxedodan]

yeah I know them we went to tumblr together

[cuntess-carmilla]

It’s been 47 years, and there’s still thousands of families who, to this day, do not know what happened to their loved ones.

Mothers and fathers who died of elderly age and sadness in the 90s, 00s and 10s, praying for at least a scrap of the clothes their children were wearing the day they disappeared, a lock of hair, a tooth… Something, so they could bury as much as that. So they could at least have a stone to cry on.

There’s records of teenagers as young as 14 among the disappeared.

Children left orphaned, now beyond middle aged, who keep running into the men who tortured and executed their parents, as they walk around their neighborhoods, as if nothing ever happened. Elderly men who get to live in peaceful retirement despite the crimes they committed, while their parents had their lives stolen from them, being thrown in bags, still alive, into the ocean from helicopters, after having been tortured.

Wives, husbands, siblings, friends and lovers with many similar stories to tell, if they have enough strength in them to tell them at all.

People who were arrested and tortured alongside loved ones, who were lucky to be released after weeks, months or more of military torture, but whose loved ones they went with were not, and they never saw them again. People living with an undeserved guilt that they survived, but their loved ones did not.

Children who were never born despite being loved and expected, because their mothers were taken while they still carried them, and suffered the same fate as everyone else. Fathers who lost both their lovers and unborn children at once.

And thousands of bodies crying from the ocean, from the desert, from Los Andes, from military bases. Waiting to be found, waiting to be named.

[the-snake-bearer-archive]

what is this in reference to?

[cuntess-carmilla]

Yesterday it was Chile’s 9/11. In September 11th of 1973, the democratically elected socialist president Salvador Allende was overthrown by a US backed coup from the Chilean military, which started the military dictatorship of Pinochet. It lasted until 1990, and its horrors were constant, with state terrorism and violence, censorship, political persecution, etc. What you’d expect from a fascist dictatorship.

The coup itself started off with plenty of deaths, which was immediately followed by the Caravan of Death (only lasting between September 30th and October 22nd of 1973, counting 97 executions and forced disappearances), and continued with the arrests, horrific tortures and executions of thousands of civilians (confirmed over 40,000 victims).

Among the thousands of people who were victims of the dictatorship, there’s the over 3000 disappeared detainees; people who were taken from out of the blue (taken from their homes at night, taken in their way to work, etc) by the police or military, and whose whereabouts are still not known to this day.

Them being disappeared doesn’t just mean that they’re dead, it means there’s no answers to what exactly happened to them (due in big part to pacts of silence and other forms of corruption), and the bodies are and will probably always be missing, due to how the bodies were deposed of (re-read the last paragraph of the op to get an idea).

The loved ones of those disappeared are, to this day, still searching for answers regarding what happened to their children, parents, spouses, siblings, lovers and friends. Let alone the elusive hope of ever finding a piece of their corpses to bury. It’s been so long, that now there’s new generations of people who didn’t even live through the dictatorship, that are continuing the search of their parents who died without an answer.

[cuntess-carmilla]

Reblogging in 2021.

[papasmoke]

[horreurscopes]

a few fun octopus facts:

their arms are similar to our tongues in that their muscle fibers are  oriented in three different directions 

octopuses are disconcertingly strong (anecdotal evidence says that a 15 inch wide octopus was as strong as the scientist handling it)

on that note that same scientist said that when her octopuses escaped she would have to run behind them, “like cats” (paraphrased from sy montgomery’s the soul of an octopus)

aquariums have “octopus enriching programs” so they don’t get bored and fuck shit up in their tanks

they are crazy smart like. really. really fucking smart 

but we can’t compare their intelligence to ours because our evolution branched from the same common ancestor so long ago we cannot comprehend how they think

it’s believed that their intelligence evolved when they lost their shell, and had to adapt to predict how countless of different prey and predators would act, how to avoid them, distract them, lure them or trick them 

they visualize how other creatures are going to act, which means they have have awareness that others are individuals which is a type of consciousness but i can’t remember what it’s called right now 

like, they use tools 

they have distinct personalities 

aquarium octopuses are socialized from a very young age and even though in the wild they are solitary creatures they become extremely friendly with enough human exposure

sometimes they dislike people for no apparent reason and will shoot water at them

they have three hearts 

each of their arms has a tiny brain that controls movement and sensory input on its own i shit you not

they are color blind and yet they can camouflage their color and nobody knows how 

they can change the color and texture of their skin faster than human eyes can keep up with it

great pacific octopuses are white when they are peaceful, and red when they’re excited 

aquarium octopus have escaped their tanks and slithered down pipes into the ocean 

escaped their tanks to eat the fish in other tanks 

escaped their tanks to go fight other octopuses cuz they were bored

octopus fight club

learned how to take photographs

cost thousands of dollars by flooding new floors

they can feel, taste, and smell with their suckers and all of their skin

they enjoy tasting their food by slowly moving it through their suckers instead of shoving it in their beaks

they can rewrite their rna. no, really

the only reason why they haven’t evolved to take over as the next dominant race is because they’re doing pretty well  in the ocean so there’s no need for them to adapt further 

there’s a ton more but i’m so overwhelmed by love i can’ think of any at the moment i’m going to cry

read the soul of an octopus by sy mongomery no she didn’t pay me i just love octopuses so much 

[humanpersonface]

[tallsa]

[nicoleartist]

I love that human humor has basically never changed thousands of years ago we were still shitposters

[bantarleton]

Up there with this Wars of the Three Kingdoms battle flag

[lingonberryjamistakenwhat]

Kinda fucked up the way a mortgage is less expensive than rent, but harder to qualify for

[mariaalenkoshepard]

Me, a millennial who has never eaten a single avocado toast

[bi-honor]

did you drink a latte?

[mariaalenkoshepard]

It was just the one officer I swear

[diabolicalnerd]

#never had either #where damn house