pensivesatire
All those layers of silence upon silence. -Donna Tart
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im in disbelief at the fact that a lot of folks are simply over palestine. like protests are dwindling down. people are not very interested in news related to gaza. some are simply over it.
israel hasn't let aid in gaza in 70 days. gaza has been starving for 70 days. the condition of people there is horrendous.
i find it distressing to think about children in gaza. how does one continue to have a childhood in a genocide? they don't have school. they don't have safety. they don't have food.
despite all this, the kids will be alright. they'll be alright once the genocide stops and they get back to 'normal'. till then, can we please try to support them however we can?
this fundraiser (verified) helps feed a family which includes two young children. please consider helping their mother take care of them.
donate here
Information is shock resistance. Arm yourself! 🇵🇸
-Naomi Klein
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
đź’› If you can, please support our journey here:
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?
If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.
These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.
My family needs urgent help.
Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.
We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.
Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.
#crisis #humanrights #emergency #donate #pleasehelp #tumblrcommunity #survivestories #reblogtohelp #signalboost
The most significant discoveries and best moments of my life have often happened by chance, contrary to popular belief. Whenever I look back, I struggle to pinpoint the exact moment they occurred. These experiences, in some way, altered the course of my life, yet I can’t quite remember how they unfolded. I never actively sought them out; they just simply found me. I’m talking about moments like how I got into reading, how I discovered my love for writing, my first relationship, my current friendship, the experiences that broadened my perspective, and the moments that defined my beliefs.
musings on touch the hand has twenty-seven bones, natalie diaz haiku #11, tathev simonyan the touch, anne sexton isn’t the air also a body, moving?, natalie diaz ulysses, james joyce you are jeff, richard siken lady, i will touch you with my mind, e. e. cummings to your hands…, vahan teryan (translated by tathev simonyan) state of emergency, joy sullivan i was reading a scientific article, margaret atwood one of those kisses, viggo mortensen
"Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up, building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh... In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment in June."
art: Stanley Cursiter, "Apple Green" (1925)
quote: Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (1925)
New Century House, Manchester, March 2020.
Edvard Munch
Death and Life (Death and the Maiden), 1893-94
Oil on canvas.
omg I think I like a guy more than I should skskskskksks
“Sometimes you put up walls – not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”
— Socrates
Hello guys!!! I just posted my first ever YouTube video talking about De Profundis- Oscar Wilde's letter to his lover from jail. If you're a classic literature gal, please do a kind favor and check the video out, it'd mean everything to me. Thank you!!!! Here's the link:
Megan Williams, from "There Will Be Bad Days" [ID in ALT]
one of my worst writing sins is abusing my power to create compound words. i cannot write the sentence "The sun shone as bright as honey that afternoon." no. that's boring. "The sun was honey-bright that afternoon" however? yes. that sentence is dope as fuck. i do not care if "honey-bright" is a word in the english dictionary. i do not care if the sentence is grammatically correct. i will not change. i will not correct my erred ways. the laws of the english language are mine.
working on my Happy Bat emote. been working all day on my Happy Bat emote. check this
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you don't get it bro. there's this song about the eye of the tiger, real intense motivational shit. rising up back to the streets or the heat or whatever. peptalk for the brain dude. pumps me up
boyfriends who hate your friends should be shot on sight in the national interest. friends who hate your boyfriend are a necessary part of the ecosystem. this is called symbiosis
From February 16 to 17, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
Anne Sexton, from Complete Poems
listening to natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 for the first time and i just looked up pierre's age expecting him to be like 50 at least. only to discover that the guy who is constantly singing about how terrified he is that he's wasted his entire life and will never do anything meaningful or love anyone truly. is 27 years-old.
-Lydia Davis, from Essays One
all those layers of silence upon silence - donna tartt
AHAHAHHAHA I WISHHHH
'On that drive back to Linfield, you asked me all these questions about what I liked and what I hated, and I don't know. It just felt like you really wanted to know.' 'Of course I did,' I say. He nods. 'I know. You asked me who I was, and - it was like the answer came out of nowhere. Sometimes it feels like I didn't even exist before that. Like you invented me.'
People We Meet On Vacation - Emily Henry
A soulmate whose love holds you like the ocean’s tide, soft, calming and unending.