[recordstorepearlsarchived]

Hello 👋,

I hope this message finds you well. My name is Aziz, and I’m reaching out with a heartfelt plea to help my family find safety and reunite with our mother. 😞

The ongoing war in Gaza has torn my family apart. My mother and newborn sister are stranded in Egypt, while I, along with the rest of my sex family members, am trapped in the midst of the genocide in Gaza. We have not only been separated but have also lost our home and are enduring unimaginable hardships. 💔

Your support can make a difference. Whether by reading our story, donating, or sharing our campaign with others, you can help us reunite, find safety, and start anew. 🙏🕊

Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for your kindness, compassion, and solidarity during this difficult time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/58268669 🔗

🙏🙏🙏

[americaisdead]

santa nella, california. december 2023

© tag christof

[unteriors]

Burns Drive, Friendship, Maine.

[redlipstickresurrected]

George Shaw (British, b. 1966, Coventry, England) - Every Brush Stroke is Torn Out of My Body, 2015-2016, Paintings: Humbrol Enamel on Canvas

[important-animal-images]

[kvalme-deactivated20250122]

[americaisdead]

the soon-to-be-closed 1960s-era American Home building.

albuquerque, new mexico. december 2023

© tag christof

[forgottenflickr]

1992

[germboyfriend]

DO I SEEM ANXIOUS TO YOU?

DO I SEEM BACKED INTO A CORNER?

[bebs-art-gallery]

Datail — Ecce Homo, c. 1674 by Pedro de Mena † Agnus Dei (Lamb of God), circa 1635 - 1640 by Francisco de Zurbaran

[nevver]

Interiors, Sergio Ceccotti

[holdoncallfailed]

jenny holzer x christ’s wounds in the book of hours

[forgottenflickr]

1992

[8pxl]

they're girlfriends,,,

[unspokengrief]

If there is a god, he knows I’m coming. If there is a god, he’s familiar with my screams. Silence is not something I am privilege to. Every molecule of my ache hissed. Every rip of my skin, the crack of my bones, it was all familiar. A lamb waiting for slaughter. A girl in a dark alleyway. The bitter taste of my fury. It was all too familiar. My body, an echo chamber for my screams. I do not have enough time to tell you my story. Listen for the screams. Silence is a privilege.

— Hannah Green, ‘The Opera’.

[random-brushstrokes]

René Magritte - The Fair Captive (1949)

[kakudo45]

being a little handsy