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@the-timony-souler
You: So why is The Malazan Book of the Fallen your favorite fantasy series?
Me: Well, it's exciting and raw and messy and sincere and angry and frequently unfair: sometimes it'll make you bark with laughter and a few pages later hit you with something so unutterably heartbreaking that you'll have to put it down and go for a walk; and also sometimes there are dinosaurs with swords for hands
Look, I know how it ends. I've known it for 13 years. Yet I still sob endlessly. Every. Single. Time.
An illustrated descent into slow madness
I think I am trying to write a prayer
A sort that begins 'Heavenly Father'
and ends in finding a faith bathed in forgiveness for sins committed
in my name
for my name
against my name
The kind of prayer that takes the burden of healing a broken heart off weary shoulders
Transforming the broken into unbroken and whole
I suppose I am trying to write the kind of prayer that makes pain feel like a lover's caress, transforms bleeding scars into shining golden threads
A kind of thunderous prayer that roars its way into the Heavens
to grab the hand of a deaf God
and demands all the retribution that is deserved for having suffered
in his image
for his image
by his image
The sort of prayer that screams in holy silence for a mercy never felt
The kind of prayer that blows the trumpet of justice and judgement and reckoning
And maybe, just maybe, it'll be the kind of prayer that might not go unanswered
Amen
I dream in a language that breathes poetry
In words that will never reach the waking world because nothing sounds quite as meaningful as tujh mein rabb dikhta hain
And saying you have saved my soul does not quite convey how aaj mujhe sukoon mila hain
And lafz are so much more than just words
Maghr khaab aur dua mein kya farq?
But not every hope is a prayer
Aur meri zabaan ki keemat
Is the soil in which my father's aspirations were planted - the same mithi that so many of us have fought for, bled for, yet never felt beneath our feet
Aur kaun samjhe ga when i tell you that dreams are the only place my Shayari is not met by your war cry?
Ke zinda rehne ke liye I have hidden the waves and curves and twists of my language in the deepest, quietest places
Because when my father carried jaan aur zindagi aur pyar aur khushi over oceans
In a heart that would know nothing but rahaish
He would find nothing that could compare
And when he taught me that
Every line and curl and dot created melodies only we could love
I learned that I carry worlds on my tongue
Aur meri zabaan anmol hain
I started composing a poem in my brain at like 6am and it was so good but I was too tired to go get my notebook and so I decided to record a voice memo and then I couldn't remember any of it???
2026 please be kind to me and let creativity and writing ideas come back to me
I don't think adult humans get enough cuddles and I am so serious.
You look at almost any other species of mammal and they give each other physical affection all the time, but for some reason we've decided that physical affection when you're an adult should be exclusively romantic and to want frequent physical affection from your friends or family is strange or sus or a sign you actually view them romantically, and this can't be good for us I don't think.
The war is not over !!!!!
Gaza is still bleeding !!!!
Donation link for a family from Gaza
People keep saying there’s a ceasefire but every single day we wake up to another explosion, another family destroyed, another name added to the list of martyrs. I’m writing this because the world thinks Gaza is “calm” now.
It’s not. The bombs didn’t stop. The drones didn’t stop. The funerals didn’t stop.
During this so-called ceasefire, dozens of people were killed. Homes were burned. Children were pulled from under the rubble. You’ll see the photos I’m adding below - all taken during the “pause”. This is what our reality looks like.
My own family is suffering too. We lost relatives. We lost our home.
312 Palestinians have been killed, entire families wiped out during a time that was supposed to bring safety.!
Here is the donation link for my family’s emergency fund:
https://chuffed.org/project/145440-help-anass-family-survive-and-rebuild-after-gaza-war
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If you can’t donate, please reblog, share, tag people.
Your support is literally life saving for us.
Thank you for not looking away.
Thank you for keeping Gaza alive in your heart.
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"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
what my atoms are doing is their fucking business man i'm busy trying to stop my dog from eating tissues directly out of the box
nuclei don't touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. reality is made of electrons dancing. reality is made of bonds.
you pet your dog and the atoms that are you brush up against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.
electrons of course are not really particles and do not really move.
you pet your dog and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his fur, and both are changed by the contact. you are not made of little motes floating alone in a void. you are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he. and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch and how you breathe, and so is his. and atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
...but diy hrt?! What if some desperate kid gets their hands on that kind of info?
If some kid is so desperate to be on hormone therapy and their living situation or parents won't help them, their doctor won't help them, their state clinics won't help them, and every legal resource has utterly failed to help them, and they stumble across a handy linked guide of all sorts of resources that could still help them anyways?
FUCKING GOOD.
Trans kids deserve better than what's allowed to be given to them in SO MANY CASES. Fix your hearts.
please reblog this!!!
🔘 I'm in this photo and I don't like it
I keep thinking about that solo rpg/choose your own adventure I started writing and like I wanna finish it but I can't think of how to bc I am so tired all the time and I just really miss writing all the time but whenever I try to I remember that I am tired and my brain doesn't do _The Thing_ anymore and I just... Urgh
I'm slowly getting to grips with holding a pen again – it hurts like hell, and I have to take a break every few minutes – but look! I made Something! It took three hours and a whole lot of tears, but I'm proud of it.
Hi friends, I'm in a bit of a pickle. I've got herniated disks in my cervical spine, and they're all inflamed and doing weird things to my nerves so I can't really do much being in constant pain and not being able to use my right arm.
And I've lost my job, I can't teach the wee ones and I can't do a whole bunch of other things like drawing and painting and taking care of the million things one needs to every day.
Oh, and my landlords started the eviction process while I was hospitalised so I've got impending homelessness to deal with too.
So all of that is to say: I need help.
There's a gofundme up and running and it'd be amazing if you could share and/or donate so that I can have just the tiniest wee bit of a reprieve amidst all of the other things that are going wrong.
The cats will also be grateful, in so much as cats can be.
Maddie, an artist and teacher, is facing a difficult challenge… joshua crane needs your support for Supporting Teacher Maddie's Recovery Aft
Hi friends, I'm in a bit of a pickle. I've got herniated disks in my cervical spine, and they're all inflamed and doing weird things to my nerves so I can't really do much being in constant pain and not being able to use my right arm.
And I've lost my job, I can't teach the wee ones and I can't do a whole bunch of other things like drawing and painting and taking care of the million things one needs to every day.
Oh, and my landlords started the eviction process while I was hospitalised so I've got impending homelessness to deal with too.
So all of that is to say: I need help.
There's a gofundme up and running and it'd be amazing if you could share and/or donate so that I can have just the tiniest wee bit of a reprieve amidst all of the other things that are going wrong.
The cats will also be grateful, in so much as cats can be.
Maddie, an artist and teacher, is facing a difficult challenge… joshua crane needs your support for Supporting Teacher Maddie's Recovery Aft
An Ode to Holiness, Maybe
It's 5am again and didnt that used to feel like most beautiful time to be awake
I thought this would be a love letter to those spiritual moments that can exist only before dawn breaks the illusion
But no matter where I end up I'm always homesick for the place I was before
Homesick for places that were never even home in the first place
And I feel a longing for nowhere that's somewhere that's slowly killing me
And these spiritual moments are nothing close to holy anymore
The stars don't seem to shine quite like they do over a cold loch on a moonless night
Or hide behind the lights of cities that are as loud as I wish I could be
I took a walk down memory lane today and as I rattled off fun little facts I conveniently edited out the traumas that they exist in
I survived all of that though I was convinced I wouldn't make it very far
It's hard to envision living longer than the hell you're in could exist
But then somehow you do and no one ever tells you how
And I should have gone to bed hours ago when my eyelids were heavy and my head was almost empty
But making a chain felt like the most important thing to do because when I've burned all the bridges
All I can do is tie new threads and hope they won't end up soaked in tears that burn wilder than I could ever hope to be
When did 5am become loneliness instead of love
And when did I forget that I am holy
That I am body and blood
That I am the sins of all those who came before me
That I am marked for greatness for all suffering comes with ease and carrying this burden is my ticket to heaven
Lying to myself has become the only truth I know these days but I'm too tired to try and
The coming of dawn does nothing but curse me with another day that I do not want and
I suppose that this has become a love letter
To all the things I have forgotten to remember
Am I supposed to be somehow grateful to have survived all the things I've lived through?
To have crawled through the dark and suffering and carried it all the way through to this light and carrying it still?
Am I expected to say thank you for being bent and broken out of shape and living still?
