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i wish the world was kinder to you. i wish your past had been easier. but i hope i can make your future something to look forward to.

weltenwellen

L. A. Johnson, from "Birthmark"

thecloudsarefalling

Just kinda want to rant

I cannot stand what Israel is doing in the slightest. It's nothing short of a genocide. But on a more personal note, they're ruining the childhood of one of my closest childhood friends.

She would travel to Palestine every summer to visit family, I was never entirely sure of the exact place, but I definitely remember checking her location from time to time while looking over the Snapchat map to check my cousin's backpacking trip through Europe over that same summer, and I had definitely seen her within the Gaza strip many times

She has so many family members in Gaza, a handful had been caught in the US, lucky enough to evade the genocide, but not all of them. It's disheartening to see her childhood ripped apart by an overzealous army who have no idea who she is

Who any of the people in the Gaza Strip are

or those on the West Bank

When I repost the hundredth TikTok of the day about the genocide in Palestine, I mean it. I mean look at all of these people having their lives ripped away from them. I mean look at the lives of all of these children who will never get to experience the beauty of Palestine in the way my friend has. I mean look to all the people who have passed and those who continue to pass. Those committing suicide because their outlook for the future is dim. I mean look to those who could never begin to escape, killed by disease, illness, and the destruction of Gaza. I mean watch for the journalists who are being slaughtered in constant bombings and targeted sniper attacks for speaking out against Israel. I mean the family of both my childhood best friend and all of those whose lives, and land, are currently threatened by this genocide.

No one should have to be a martyr, not because of the cruelty of Israel, famine, disease, and most certainly not of greed. No parent should have to witness the death of their child, nor child witness the death of their parent. No partners, siblings, pets, or families should be torn apart because of greed.

I am outraged over this, but I feel so small because I don't have any way to help people escape Gaza. All I can do now is use my voice, and though I no longer subscribe to any religion, I pray for the freedom of those in Gaza, and for those in Palestine, that they'll be able to survive and live freely as they are meant to.

killrockstar

attention beautiful women!!!!! can you put your cigarette out on my body

bookofkhidr

A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart. The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skillful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well—this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection, and of sociality as a whole.

— Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Dispossessed

slfcare

The positives of ‘putting yourself out there’ are worth it. Having a great conversation with a stranger will be worth the awkwardness of starting that exact conversation. Joining a small community of people you will see regularly is worth having to get through a scary first day. Getting your dream job is worth the scariness of chasing it. Don’t pick and choose experiences based on the level of ease now, but choose them based on how you want to come out of them.

soracities

All I remember is that she smelled lovely. She had a faint aroma of perfume, warmed by her blood; a slightly animal smell, redolent of night.

Mihail Sebastian, Women (trans. Phillip Ó Ceallaigh)

judilyart

Painting soft lighting makes me happy 🧡🍃 I want to master it

guulabii

henry miller asked anaïs nin for the key to opening up human beings. she told him it was compassion. the art and act of it. the weight of her simple exchange with him, where he desperately desired to surge forth with passion and violence to break june, to understand her, is an exchange i know we could relate too. where our deceits, our masks, our flaws are met with violence, disdain, judgement, betrayal, dismissed. how many of us have been at the doors of such? or perhaps passion in the hands of claws? how many of us? we yearn for it — the tenderness of compassion. yet how we’ve never been taught to give it, yet how when given, we don’t know how to receive it. but my gods, i swear, with a writers hand, with a romantic foolish heart, i swear there is nothing more tender than having someone feel safe enough with you to just, be. raw. no masks, flaws spilling, shaking truths, tumbling emotions. the honour that holds; that someone sees you in the eyes of trust, in the eyes of hope. how sacred. how holy. it’s you. it’s you. my being can be with. the space taken up; equally loud, intense, real. raw. raw. raw. it is you. in your form. and it is i, with arms ready for you. in the form you show up as. and it is in the tenderness of the moment, you seeing me, i seeing you, the gentle calling without words, the door left unlocked, it is in this tenderness where one opens, for compassion and understanding have met. and so anaïs nin wrote, and so she was right.

stil-lindigo

bedside bouquet.

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a sapphic comic about a village girl and the fae she fell in love with.

leedongwook

“Saint Michael, the archangel and leader of the heavenly army, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all evil spirits who wander through the world. I ask in the name of the Lord. What is your name?”

Island아일랜드 // Episode 4