Sep 26

Sep 18

i literally never know what to do when people around me are crying for me/things i guess i should be cryin about. like just yesterday when my friend was sobbing and asking me if im ok about this thing thats happening and no im not ok but ive also become incapable of crying for some reason which is not helpful in these situations

i just kinda nod and like, hold my hands out or touch them on the shoulder or look down but i feel guilty or something for not being able to offer more than that shitty performance of grief??? 

i rly need to learn how to fake cry or it’d be cool if i could cry more than once over a span of 2 yrs

sometimes i try to fake cry in the mirror to ‘fake it till u make it’ but i just burst out laughing


dyslexic0n:

O I Long to Feel Your Arms Around Me by Father John Misty


Sep 13

farandolae:

On a serious note though people who idolize serial killers honestly disgust me. Especially when white men who are convicted rapists and murderers are celebrated by wannabe edgy fucks for their “beautifully twisted minds” who wax philosophically about how they shouldn’t be in jail because they’re just poor sensitive lambs lost in society’s evil machine… while black men on minor drug charges rot in jail and no one blinks an eye……

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Sep 8

mostly10:

okay so I did a thing. I started a gofundme page on a whim, just based on the fact that what I want to do is a pipe dream unless someone else can help me do it.

I think I explained it all pretty well on the page here but basically what I’m asking for help with is to retrain and start a new job…

I won’t bug y’all too much with this bc it’s not a big story of woe or anything, but it is something I’d very much like to do and can’t afford on my own.

so yeah I’ll just…

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kidwithachalkboard:

lucasthevaliant:

Urgent - Please Spotlight:
I regret to tell you that Christina Fonthes - a dear friend and organiser of Rainbow Noir has been held against her will in The Congo - she was on a family holiday with her mother who has decided to have Christina ‘cured’ of her sexuality. 
Christina has managed to escape from her aunt’s house and is currently hiding out with a friend. She has access to internet and has been communicating with us via email. The next available flight is 2nd September - 5 days away! Chris needs help and protection from the British Embassy in Congo but her mother has reported her missing and therefore we need to get in contact with both the UK Home Office and UK embassy in Congo to let them know that she is in danger and that her mother is lying/the one endangering her life!!PLEASE SHARE THIS ON ALL YOUR NETWORKS. CALL, EMAIL, TWEET the British embassy on behalf of Christina - the more we call, the more attention it will bring to her case and hopefully they will act quicker in getting Christina to a safe place. HER MOTHER HAS HER PASSPORT AND TRAVELING DOCUMENTS!CHRISTINA’S LIFE IS IN DANGER. PLEASE DO AS MUCH AS YOU CAN. 
If you can help please contact @RainbowNoirMCR or @WritersofColour on twitter.
UK EMBASSY: 0871 050 5840 public.enquiries@homeoffice.gsi.gov.ukDETAILS OF THE EMBASSY IN CONGO ARE HEREhttps://www.gov.uk/government/world/organisations/british-embassy-kinshasa

Please re-tumblr this. This is an actual friend of ours and we need your help to get her home safe.

kidwithachalkboard:

lucasthevaliant:

Urgent - Please Spotlight:

I regret to tell you that Christina Fonthes - a dear friend and organiser of Rainbow Noir has been held against her will in The Congo - she was on a family holiday with her mother who has decided to have Christina ‘cured’ of her sexuality. 

Christina has managed to escape from her aunt’s house and is currently hiding out with a friend. She has access to internet and has been communicating with us via email. The next available flight is 2nd September - 5 days away! Chris needs help and protection from the British Embassy in Congo but her mother has reported her missing and therefore we need to get in contact with both the UK Home Office and UK embassy in Congo to let them know that she is in danger and that her mother is lying/the one endangering her life!!

PLEASE SHARE THIS ON ALL YOUR NETWORKS. CALL, EMAIL, TWEET the British embassy on behalf of Christina - the more we call, the more attention it will bring to her case and hopefully they will act quicker in getting Christina to a safe place. 

HER MOTHER HAS HER PASSPORT AND TRAVELING DOCUMENTS!

CHRISTINA’S LIFE IS IN DANGER. PLEASE DO AS MUCH AS YOU CAN. 

If you can help please contact @RainbowNoirMCR or @WritersofColour on twitter.

UK EMBASSY: 0871 050 5840 
public.enquiries@homeoffice.gsi.gov.uk

DETAILS OF THE EMBASSY IN CONGO ARE HEREhttps://www.gov.uk/government/world/organisations/british-embassy-kinshasa

Please re-tumblr this. This is an actual friend of ours and we need your help to get her home safe.

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Sep 7

riverplants:

foods dangerous to dogs:

  1. avocadoes
  2. alcohol
  3. raw bread dough
  4. caffeine
  5. chocolate
  6. grapes and raisins
  7. onions and garlic
  8. macadamia nuts
  9. raw salmon
  10. xylitol (artificial sweeteners)

if you have a dog please reblog this


naana abba

i want to disavow myself of any illusions i have of you. but all that i have of you are small, fragmented moments that have created a single image in my mind. you and i, a white room, white sheets, your white linen kurta, your white hair and smile. your soft hand lightly on my hand, my face. you speaking softly as you did, quiet and deep and still in a quiet and still room. the village was constantly bustling with noise, anger, laughter, shouting, honking—but none of that remains in my memory. surely, the cheap cloth curtain naani wove would flutter up and i would see all of the mud and the clothes hanging on the line and the bucket of water to bathe with and be reminded of my location. but your presence was almost vacuum-like. i can’t remember anything but the room, your voice, your stories, your whisper-like touch. when i return to that room now, it is as light and heavy as a memory. i feel as though i am not supposed to be there alone. the room seems to grieve for you, i feel that your sickness has not left the sheets. i try to remind myself that no memory is finished, but it fails to soothe.

i was a child watching your hands shake and the disappointment crease your face as you talked about riots, persecution, standing up for what you believed in and being burnt for it. you spoke with such careful insistence, and i saw it as inspirational. but i was selfish. i drank your words like water without really listening to the person saying them. i’d greedily come to your bedside to listen to your stories of war, divide, exile, and refuge. of course, i knew you were suffering. but this time your body was killing you, not the british, nor sectarian conflict. your whole life was a struggle against oppressions, your consciousness of power dynamics guided your every fight and defeat. you wanted me to know that. i used this as my motivation, but i didn’t notice the note of fear in your tone, or the pauses where you would look away from me as if there was something unbearable in my face. perhaps the life in it. you would say to me, “meri choti churayl. lambi janam jeeyogi, inshaAllah khair”. my little witch. you will live long, god willing. perhaps the only thing we really had in common was that we both looked into the other’s eyes and saw life.

i tried to share your quiet suffering while knowing i could not save you. watching you die taught me futility, while your words forced me to challenge that very notion. this was your empathy for a child. you always wanted me to have a plan beyond you, to forget hopelessness. i would marvel at the silver glint of your hair and in your eyes while the sun burned the earth outside.

i envy others for knowing you better, for longer. but i suppose nothing could really change the fundamental difference between you and i, or you and any other person. when you died, i did not. i lived beyond you, i lived to remember you. for as long as any other person lived beyond you, it is certain that your death was not their death—it was yours, alone.

If I die, survive me with such sheer force
that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
I don’t want your laughter or your steps to waver,
I don’t want my heritage of joy to die.
Don’t call up my person. I am absent.
Live in my absence as if in a house.
Absence is a house so vast
that inside you will pass through its walls
and hang pictures on the air
Absence is a house so transparent
that I, lifeless, will see you, living,
and if you suffer, my love, I will die again.

Pablo Neruda


Sep 4

dynastylnoire:

voodouqueen:

huffingtonpost:

Know Your Veils: A Guide to Middle Eastern Head Coverings (PHOTOS)

Next time you are having dinner with a Bahraini dignitary, don’t embarrass yourself by confusing the Queen’s abaya with a burqa.

Simply read our full guide with the full explanations behind every Islamic veil here. 

Looks !!!!!!

Say they ain’t workin though

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Aug 27

amaditalks:

lastuli:

Illustrated poetry: ‘Oh rascal children of Gaza’

Rafah-born author and poet Khaled Juma wrote a heartbreaking tribute to the children of the Gaza Strip amidst the missiles striking his hometown. At least 506 Palestinian children have been killed since Israel commenced its latest invasion of Gaza on July 8, 2014

Photograph #1: A Palestinian boy, who fled with his family from their home during Israeli air strikes, bathes his brother at a United Nations-run school in the Jabalya Refugee Camp in the northern Gaza Strip on July 31, 2014. The school is a designated shelter for Palestinians who were displaced by Israel’s offensive. Photo credit: Mohammed Salem

Photograph #2: A Palestinian girl reacts at the scene of an explosion carried out by the Israeli military that killed at least eight children and wounded 40 more in a public garden in Gaza City on July 28, 2014. Photo credit: Finbarr O’Reilly

Photograph #3: A traumatized Palestinian child is comforted by a man arranging care for him in a hospital in Gaza City following an Israeli air strike on July 9, 2014. Photo credit: Momen Faiz

Photograph #4: A Palestinian child pulls out toys from a box at a local market in Gaza City during a temporary ceasefire on August 6, 2014. Palestinian and Israeli delegations met in Cairo with Hamas demanding an end to the siege on Gaza and Israel demanding a demilitarization of the territory. Photo credit: Lefteris Pitarakis

Photograph #5: A Palestinian boy sleeps at a United Nations-run school in Gaza City on July 14, 2014, after fleeing with his family from their home in Beit Lahya. Photo credit: Mohammed Salem

Photograph #6: Doctors tend to injured children while a young girl sitting on her mother’s lap cries at a hospital in Rafah in the southern Gaza Strip on August 4, 2014. Photo credit: Eyad El Baba

Photograph #7: A Palestinian girl cries while being treated at a hospital in Beit Lahya following after sustaining injuries from an Israeli air strike on a United Nations school in the Jabalya Refugee Camp on July 30, 2014. Photo credit: Khalil Hamra

Photograph #8: Two Palestinians girls celebrate the first day of Eid Al-Fitr on the grounds of a United Nations school in the Jabalya Refugee Camp in the northern Gaza Strip on July 28, 2014. Their families are among the dozens that have fled their homes and sought refuge in the school. Normally, Muslim families in Palestine celebrate Eid Al-Fitr by visiting one another and gifting children with new clothes and shoes. Photo credit: Khalil Hamra

Photograph #9: One-and-a-half year old Razel Netzlream was killed after she was fatally hit by shrapnel from an Israeli air strike on an adjacent home the previous day. Her father carries her body to the funeral in Khan Younis on July 18, 2014. Photo credit: Alessio Romenzi

Photograph 10: A portrait of Shahed Quishta, 8, is fixed to a pillar in her home in Beit Lahya on August 16, 2014, after an Israeli tank fired a shell into the living room. She was killed on July 22, 2014. Photo credit: Khalil Hamra

These children are not “collateral damage.” They are the intentional victims of a campaign designed to maximize civilian deaths. They were murdered.

over 500 Palestinian children killed within the past two months

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Aug 25

MOVING TO NYC - $$ help if you can

heavymuffintop:

saturnoregresa:

Magical Loves/Friends/Community/Unicorns/Family,

I am excited to announce the news below. However, I am asking my community to help if they can. This big move is costing more than I am able to cover. I’m trying to hustle. BUT it has been a ROUGH ROUGH year - losing my job, traumatic breakup, car accident, moving to a new place in March etc. Rather, than a go fund me. I’m just asking community to donate what they can. I’m missing 2,000 - and will continue to hustle (why is moving so expensive).  My paypal email is twinkle9045 at gmail.com.

NEWSSSS! 

I will be embarking on a new phase in my life in a bit over 2 weeks, I will be moving to New York City - the first place I truly felt I could call home. I will be working as the Director of Outreach & Community Engagement at the Sylvia Rivera Law Project (SRLP) starting in September - a dream job and unexpected wonderful opportunity. I am excited, humbled, and so full of joy to start this new chapter in my life.

It is a tremendous honor and a phase in my life (a milestone). I am so grateful to have the support of so many amazing people, without whom and their love have made what seemed impossible, possible. The pure love and support from mentors, **Family and Ride or Dies. My countless texts / tears / moments of messiness and love from friends and loves who never doubted this or that something major was going to come. SO many folx that have given so much love support and genuine joy. I am beaming and have been full of humility, wonder, and excitement, the moment I found out and continue to be in awe. 

After nearly 8 years in Chicago, I feel blessed to have had such nurturing friends, love, friendships that are/have been transformative, and inspirational moments. Even in the challenging and painful times, I’ve had love around me. I’m sure there will be some goodbyes, tears, messiness, and more. But what life change doesn’t have this!!! 

I’d give Juana the world if I could. She is a brilliant community leader and she is moving for survival and so she can do some transformational work at the Sylvia Rivera Law Project. Please help her out and signal boost this! 


Aug 22

blackfashion:

uglyangrygirls:

thevampirequeen:

Civil Rights Movement vs Ferguson Protests

This is terrifying

haunting.

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Aug 19

rafi-dangelo:

We’re not people really.  Our concerns are not America’s concerns.  We are just here for entertainment. We’re a convenient treasure trove of limitless creativity to be pillaged, watered down, and re-purposed for White audiences and the people getting rich from bastardized stereotypes and simplified caricatures of everything we bring to the table have nothing to say when shit gets really real.

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necrotelecomnicon:

carcharocles:

Scarlett Johansson is a Zionist and supports Israel

stop reblogging pictures of her genocide-loving face

also is the current PR face of an Israeli corporation (SodaStream) with factories built on illegally occupied Palestinian land.

so not just a Zionist, she also directly profits off the continuation of Palestinian oppression

and please don’t give me this “your fave celebrities can be ~problematic!!!!” shit, talkin about how i like to pick apart public figures and to just ~let them live~ without accountability 

you are literally talking about movies and entertainment while hundreds of Palestinian children are murdered by Israel with no repercussions

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sload:

The community in Ferguson is struggling to come up with the money to keep their kids fed, since school has been cancelled all this time, yet people have donated over $12,000 to the murderer who started all of this in the last 24 hours alone. Think about that. And then donate to the right cause.

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