H.D., from Collected Poems: 1912-1944; “A Dead Priestess Speaks,” / art source / Angela Carter / Jana Brike / Medea; Euripides / Gleipnir (2012) / José Olivarez / Carol Ann Duffy / Miki Kim / vulnerability - a.j.
perhaps the world ends here - joy hario // the world unseen (2007) - dir. shamim sarif // text post - @jacebeleren // daidai’s kitchen - @pakchoys // text post - @bicarusgf // in the kitchen - helena janecic // letter to donald windham - tennessee williams // お仕事 - @tomokohara // summer kitchen - donald hall // perhaps the world ends here - joy hario
Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.
If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.
A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.
There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.
There is no plan.
Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.
We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.
This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.
We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.
People are dying.
People are dying.
People are dying and there is no plan.
More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.
My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.
Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.
But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.
She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.
So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.
1, 3. alice in borderland (2020), season 1 episode 3 / 2. a little life, hanya yanagihara / 4, 10. bjennymontero (1) (2) / 5. excerpt from “to all my friends”, may yang / 6. love and other disasters (2006) / 7. a visual exploration of the dynamics of female friendship: ODE - melissa schriek / 8. the orange, wendy cope / 9. by nicollekidman
horror directors in 2019 be like it's all about laying bare the deep societal sense of discomfort with unhinged, indelibly human expressions of raw masculine tenderness & feminine agony
moodboard for my fic, such a fool for you, a gift for @gideongrace in the @harringroveholidayexchange !
inspired by alternate methods of sexting by lydia havens !
The feeling still hits sometimes, the late night loneliness when his roommate’s asleep and he can hear voices down the hall, voices through the cracked-open window. It makes him want to scroll through dozens of iterations of Billy’s face, Benjamin-Buttoning back towards Hawkins and a strange-bitter nostalgia for something he doesn’t think he should miss.
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