Ress | 22 | Pali/Eng | 🔞 | لا سلام بدون عدالة

i will absolutely maybe possibly improvise, record, and post music Just For You if you ask.

[randomstress]

This part of me

desperately

wants to write a poem

about onion skins.

It was taken

with the idea of chewing them

for a while—for years.

Then,

just now,

my heart hurt,

physically, I mean, I've

never felt something like that.

It felt fibrous,

and weak,

and like a pulled muscle, but

pulled muscles only hurt when you

move them. This part of me

pictured my heart as if it were

woven from dried spring

onion greens, fibrous,

and weak, but only just enough

to be worrying, when tested.

The weave ought to hold out.

It always has, so

far. This part of me, which is older younger, thinks

of a person who marks it, who

is linked to so much

nature I am

thinking about their heart, too, all

burnt indigo skies and

stars and

the little fibres of

paper when you

let it into your life in more than one way

and the moon

and the canal in my hometown greens

its willow fronds and whispers like I think a friend might

but it's always been lovers who've gotten that close, so

far.

[randomstress]

skin to skin we are

morden the light in these

nether hours softs

and flows break

the imagestream behind

my eyes I hear

blue gauze on your breath

and

our closeness reminds me of

leaf cells' closeness

and so

of science class each

sense's trained rigidities

fall away my daydreams

melody our struck

chords

I missed you

storming in with your soft

smiles and movements each

a stream in

its own way or

one stream's

memory sparked

by another tea tannins

ribbon in water's un-

stills a question

how to dance in time/s when

this song is only memory

[randomstress]

The soldier — veteran, as he had said twice before, when his hair was less neat, on either side of his

assault of two of my own — holds his weapon two-handed and smiles at me. It is rainy-grey, and I

cannot tell by sun-glint if the lens cover is on, or off; nor, from distance, how fast his cupping hands

might take the shot. Wanting to be seen, recognising a peer performer, I see him size me up, recognition

no spark but a slow burn, older than I am, wondering if, between, or through, the passers-by,

over the dropped curb slipping to a carpark on my left, splitting the strip of pavement we share, he'll

make it. I cross the road, hoping my feet match the urgent right-angle that forms in my mind, duck into

the bookstore where I last tried to connect with the science-fiction buff in her early thirties who kissed

me, nineteen, outside the first gay bar I'd visited in this city. I told her I was going to Egypt. I bought a

book about Egypt. I went to Egypt. I returned in-tact.

Make that two bullets

dodged, then.

[randomstress]

I nearly forgot

while you hid above clouds how

buttercups tell truths

[peoplevsbirds]

Kaddish for the Soul of Judaism: Genocide in Palestine

A bright, three-paneled illustration of red pomegranate trees on a deep, blue background.

[intersectionalpraxis]

They killed the olive trees. They killed the little children. They killed the unborn. They killed the father. They killed the mother. They killed the journalist. They killed the journalists entire family. They killed all the aunts and uncles. They killed the doctors. They killed the soul of his soul. They killed the groom. They killed the bride. They killed the cats. They killed the elderly people older than their apartheid state. They killed the thousands of memories painted on the walls. They killed 30,000+ Palestinians that we will never get back. [@/ missfalsteenia on X. 01/07/24.]

[thedeadpoetprose]

A sad man, full of anger

Everything he touches turns to dust

Pulling the life out of everything all around

Sadness leaking into all the cracks in the room

He looked at me like I was an angel

Sent save him

But I am not a hospital for broken souls

[randomstress]

hornyposting but–

instead of training my gag reflex, i'm sipping the half-glass of gin and pure lime cordial you gave me because yes i want to try something new with you in this stranger's kitchen, guessing all the places she's travelled from the photos surfacing every cabinet door.

later, we eat raw field mushrooms, which split like i thought only cartoon food could, and talk beneath stars.

[butchbait28]

[staticnoisesss]

List of Journalists Killed During this Genocide. Say their names!

Muhammad Jamal Sobhi (10/1/24)

Fouad Abu Khammas (10/1/24)

Ahmad Badir (10/1/24)

Sharef Nafith Okasha (10/1/24)

Hiba Abadleh (9/1/24)

Muhammad Abu Dayer Misbah (8/1/24)

Abdullah Breis (8/1/24)

Ali Salem Abu Ajwa (7/1/24)

Hamza Wael Al Dahdouh (7/1/24)

Mustafa Thuraya (7/1/24)

Akram Al-Shafei (5/1/24)

Nermine Haboush (30/12/23)

Jabr Abu Hadrous (29/12/23)

Abdallah Hamad (29/12/23)

Ahmad Khair El-Deen (28/12/23)

Muhammad Khair El-Deen (28/12/23)

Ahmed Jamal Al-Madhoun (24/12/23)

Mohammed Abu Hwaidi (23/12/23)

Rizq Arrouq (22/12/23)

Muhammad Al-Saidi (22/12/23)

Adel Zorob (19/12/23)

Abdullah Alwan (18/12/23)

Haneen Ali Al-Qashtan (17/12/23)

Mashal Ayman Shahwan (16/12/23)

Assem Kamal Musa (16/12/23)

Rami Badir (15/12/23)

Ali Ashour Abu Malek (15/12/23)

Samer Abu Daqqa (15/12/23)

Khamis Hussain (15/12/23)

Ahmed Abu Abseh (13/12/23)

Hanan Ayad (13/12/23)

Narmeen Qawas (13/12/23)

Abdel Kareem Oudeh (12/12/23)

Mohammed Abu Samra (10/12/23)

Doaa al-Jabour (9/12/23)

Ola Atallah (9/12/23)

Hossam Omar Ammar (8/12/23)

Hamada Al-Yaziji (6/12/23)

Abdul Hamid Al-Qarinawi (3/12/23)

Mahmoud Salem (3/12/23)

Shaima Al-Jazzar (3/13/23)

Hassan Farajallah (3/12/23)

Hudhayfah Lulu (3/12/23)

Muhammad Farajallah (2/12/23)

Abdullah Darwish (1/12/23)

Muntaser Al-Sawwaf (1/12/23)

Marwan Al-Sawwaf (1/12/23)

Adham Hassouna (1/12/23)

Nader Al-Nazli (25/11/23)

Amal Zuhd (24/11/23)

Mostafa Bakeer (24/11/23)

Mohamed Mouyin Ayyash (23/11/23)

Mohamed Nabil Al-Zaq (21/11/23)

Assem Al-Barash (21/11/23)

Jamal Haniyeh (21/11/34)

Farah Omar (21/11/23)*

Rabih Al Maamari (21/11/23)*

Ayat Khadoura (20/11/23)

Alaa Al-Nimr

Bilal Jadallah (19/11/23)

Abdelhalim Awad (18/11/23)

Sari Mansour (18/11/23)

Hassouneh Sleem (18/11/23)

Mostafa El Sawaf (18/11/23)

Amr Salah Abu Hayah (18/11/23)

Mossab Ashour (18/11/23)

Mahmoud Matar (15/11/23)

Ahmed Fatima (13/11/23)

Yaacoub Al-Barsh (13/11/23)

Mousa Al-Barsh (12/11/23)

Ahmed Al-Qara (10/11/23)

Yahya Abu Manih (7/11/23)

Mohamed Abu Hasira (7/11/23)

Mohamed Al Jaja (5/11/23)

Haitham Harara (3/11/23)

Mohamad Al-Bayyari (2/11/23)

Mohammed Abu Hatab (2/11/23)

Majd Fadl Arandas (1/11/23)

Iyad Matar (1/11/23)

Imad Al-Wahidi (31/10/23)

Majed Kashko (31/10/23)

Nazmi Al-Nadim (30/10/23)

Yasser Abu Namous (27/10/23)

Duaa Sharaf (26/10/23)

Zaher Alafghani (25/10/23)

Jamal Al-Faq’awi (25/10/23)

Saed Al-Halabi (25/10/23)

Ahmed Abu Mahadi (25/10/23)

Salma Mkhaimer (25/10/23)

Hudhayfah Al-Najjar

Mohamed Al Hassani

Mohamed El-Shorbajei

A’ed Ismail Al-Najjar (24/10/23)

Iman Al-Aqili (24/10/23)

Mohammed Imad Labad (23/10/23)

Roshdi Al-Sarraj (22/10/23)

Mahmoud Abu Zarifa (22/10/23)

Hany Al-Madhoun (21/10/23)

Mohammed Ali (20/10/23)

Khalil Abu Aathra (19/10/23)

Sameeh Al-Nady (18/10/23)

Mohammad Balousha (17/10/23)

Issam Behar (17/10/23)

Abdulhadi Habib (16/10/23)

Yousef Maher Dawas (14/10/23)

Salam Mema (13/10/23)

Ali Nisman (13/10/23)

Husam Mubarak (13/10/23)

Issam Abdallah (13/10/23)*

Abdul Rahman Shihab (12/10/23)

Anas Abu Shamala (12/10/23)

Ahmed Shehab (12/10/23)

Mustafa Al-Naqeeb (11/10/23)

Rajab Al-Naqeeb (11/10/23)

Mohamed Fayez Abu Matar (11/10/23)

Saeed Al-Taweel (10/10/23)

Mohammed Sobh Abu Rizq (10/10/23)

Hisham Alnawajeha (10/10/23)

As’ad Shamlakh (8/10/23)

Mohammad Jarghoun (7/10/23)

Ibrahim Mohammad Lafi (7/10/23)

Mohammad Al-Salhi (7/10/23)

*lebanese journalist | could not find date of martyrdom

spent the whole day confirming all of these names and looking through multiple resources. the ones with dates are journalists who’s date of martyrdom and/or exact cause of death is stated by sources besides the government media office official list.

[randomstress]

(message me :p )

[fairuzfan]

[randomstress]

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atonal improvised solo from a larger bit of music - detuned electric guitar - recorded unplugged, mic right next to the strings (you can hear my fingers running along the frets in a couple of slides) - all ambient sounds happened at the same time as i was recording, so having the plane going overhead was a coinkidink - echo added later

[randomstress]

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piano improv (for looking at flowers to) anything is going on here as it comes

[re-thevintagearab-deactivated20]

[randomstress]

oh hell yes

[mysharona1987]

[randomstress]

حُلم : ḥulm : dream Also the title of this song: English: If I could close my eyes and the dreams take me by the hand, I would rise and fly in a new sky and I will forget my sorrows. If I could travel in my imagination, I would build palaces and nights where love and my hopes can grow and we will erase the pain .. A world in which you see people whose features, are clouded by oppression, misery and suffering from a bitter reality that destroys everything we build. A world where you see rising walls of tyranny that crushes in us dreams and dreams and reign darkness and greed in all hearts. Arabic: لو كنت نغمّض عينيّا و تاخذني الأحلام من يديّا و نعلى و نحلّق في سماء جديدة و ننسى الوجايع ، لو كنت نسافر في خيالي نزرع و نبني قصور ليالي يكبر فيها الحب و آمالي و نمحي الآلام .. دنيا ترى فيها ملامح ناس قوسها الضلم و البؤس و القهر من واقع عاسر يعبث بكلّ ما نبنيه ، دنيا علت فيها أسوار طغيان سحق فينا أحلاما أحلامْ و عمّ الظّلام و الأنانيّة في كل القلوب ..

[knivesandcuddles-deactivated202]

when she says she can feel your pulse through your neck after licking it >>>>>>>>>>>