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*My name is Qusai, I was born in Gaza and I am 16 years old. The war came and I was in the third preparation and I could not complete my studies. I had a house and a place to live in, but unfortunately it has been completely destroyed and our area is subjected to constant warnings and displacement of the population. I do not have any source of income. My father is unemployed after we had a bird shop where we rely on a source of income, but it is destroyed because of the war and we can hardly buy expensive food and because of famine and lack of money, we cannot manage ourselves with our simplest daily needs, so I hope you stand by my family and help make our lives better and make sure that no matter how much it is, no matter what it makes us happy and helps us make our lives better*
My name is Qusai, I was born in Gaza and I am 16 years old. The war came and I was in the third preparation and I could not complete my stud
I also suffer from low blood pressure, and it affects me severely. I often experience sudden dizziness, and my health is not good. I need a lot of support to cover my basic and essential needs, including food, clean water, medication, and other daily necessities. Every donation, no matter how small, helps me survive and care for myself and my family. I hope you stand by my family and no matter how much it is, no matter what it makes us happy and helps us make our lives better.
Please donate as much as you can so that help my family even a small amount and tell people about my suffering
by David Berman from Actual Air (1999)
WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please
NYT Tiny Love Stories, 2/11/2020
A Bookmark Near the End
He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. — Julia Nicole Camp
how am I supposed to stay sane after reading this smh
I think a lot of things in the field of Chopin study are over romanticized, but what's not romanticized enough is the fact that when he was a kid his parents ran a boarding house in the center of Warsaw, and your parents could just send you there to live (if they had enough money) and you would just be like studying for exams while teenage Chopin learned to play piano in the living room, vibes unmatched
The other thing about this is the house had a general music teacher. He was a Czech violinist named Adalbert Živný (known as Wojciech Żywny in Poland). He gave music lessons to the kids in the Chopin boarding house, and as far as we know he was Fryderyk Chopin's only formal piano teacher ever. So if you were boarding in the house, you could like go to your history and maths classes and then come home to study piano with a 15 yo Chopin before dinner.
got carried away i guess
whenever I see artists and writers say the things they make aren't good enough to publish or to show to the public, I always think about Chopin's nocturne in c sharp minor no 20 because it has such an iconic place in history now. Not only is it beloved because it's so beautiful, it got legendary status when Władysław Szpilman played it on the last broadcast of the Polish radio as Warsaw was being bombed by nazis. It's such a powerful symbol to us now, but to Chopin it was nbd. He wrote it prob in a hotel room in vienna and sent it to his sister in warsaw so she'd have something to practice while he was away. He never intended to publish it. He never even gave it a title. We only call it a nocturne because it sounds like one, but he never gave it a genre either. Some people just call it by the only words he did write on top of the page, which were the instructions for how to play it: lento con gran espressione
slowly, with great expression
and of course you can say, well Chopin was incredible at writing music, so it's not really surprising that he'd half ass something that turns out to be beloved centuries later, but I'M not a genius of the thing i do. ok, that's fine. but my point is you're not necessarily the best judge of what your work means to others, and art is art
anyway, here's the so called nocturne played by Władysław Szpilman in Warsaw in 1997
http://www.szpilman.net Wladyslaw Szpilman plays F. Chopin: Nocturne C sharp-minor Op. posth. Recorded in Warsaw at home in 1997. Cameraman
Jerzy Duda-Gracz (1941–2004), “Warsaw – Polonaise No. 2 c minor op. 40”
from ‘Chopin Duda-Gracz’ series
oil on fibreboard, 2002 / digigraphie on paper repro
had a fleeting dream where they got composers to do listening device ads
If anything bad happens to me or I lose contact with you, please remember that I begged you to donate, even a small amount, or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support me with a single word or a small donation, and ignores me.
I write these words with tears in my eyes, watching my nephew suffer so much, unable to get up. He has been in excruciating pain and has had repeated fainting spells over the past week due to severe anemia. I cannot afford all the medications he needs because of their high prices. All I wish is that he doesn't faint again, so I implore you to support me and help me buy his medications as soon as possible. Please donate.
Worse still, my nephew lost his father in this genocide, and I, his uncle, am their sole provider. His condition is deteriorating daily, and he desperately needs urgent surgery before his pain worsens. The pain is constant, even at night; he can't sleep, and every moment feels like endless agony.
I stand helpless before this heartbreaking scene. I don't have enough money to cover the costs of the operation or even to provide the medication that would alleviate his excruciating pain. My sense of helplessness is just as painful as his illness itself, perhaps even more so.
I need your help to alleviate my nephew's suffering and save him as soon as possible. Please, I don't want anything bad to happen to him; I've already lost my mother, my older brother, my home, and my friends. Please help me raise the necessary funds for my nephew's medication and surgery as quickly as possible. Support me, donate.
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Guys, we still need €550 for the surgery. The Tumblr account I was using to collect donations has been banned—I don't know why. Please don't let me down; please donate. The surgery was supposed to take place tomorrow. Please, please donate. 💔😭
Oh God, oh God, time is running out fast. There are only 9 hours left until the surgery, and we still need 500 euros. Everyone keeps ignoring me completely. I swear my heart aches; I can't bear this. Please help me, don't leave me alone. Please donate, please donate. 😭💔
We still need your help, everyone. Please, please don't let us down—please donate. I don't want to lose my nephew; I beg you, please donate. 💔😭
Please, please—we still need your help to get my nephew the surgery he needs. Please don't let us down. I can't sleep; I really can't. I keep wondering if I’ll be able to get the operation done for my nephew. Please, I don't want to lose him. Please donate! 😭💔
We still need your help, friends. Please, do not just look at my words; they are not merely passing words. We still need 350 euros—please donate, please donate... Save my nephew. Please donate. 😭💔
Everyone, we still need 300 euros to cover my nephew's surgery. If we can raise this amount today, the operation can take place tomorrow. We are only hours away from making it happen—please, I beg you, please donate. 💔😭
Someone has donated €40, but we still need €260 for the surgery tomorrow. Please don't let us down; time is running out fast. Please save what is left of us—save my nephew. Please donate, please donate. 😭💔
SADLY, MY BABY QAIS HAS DIED. THOSE MAY BE THE FIRST WORDS you READ FROM ME TOMORROW.
Tonight, he was admitted to intensive care after losing his ability to breathe, now surviving through machines, and I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.
The doctors told me his condition has become extremely critical, and without immediate treatment, he may not survive another night, so so I ask, can you help me get treatment for my baby Qais??
I am begging you as a persecuted mother in Gaza, watching my baby bleed in front of me, unable to stop it. Please donate now and help me save his life before it’s too late.
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I am standing outside the ICU, waiting for any sign that he is still fighting, but every second feels like a goodbye I am not ready for. Please donate now and help me save my baby Qais.
(wip) trying to learn renpy by adapting some short scenes and kirillov is my first guinea pig
Erechtheion: Portico of the Caryatids by Vasily Polenov
early stages of friendship are Soooo embarrassing like yea sorry....... it's me again............ i enjoy talking to you and spending time with you....... you can shoot me point blank if you want i dont mind
hey guys. just so everyone knows the person this was about was the first note on this post and we're just normal friends now. and im not scared anymore.