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May 26th, 1932 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)
one of the funniest things abt this white collar job so far is that i get to see how fucking long people take for the tiniest things. "please paste this text into a separate document and send it to me whenever you're able to this week" i mean shit, man, i know what it's like to take weeks for a 2 minute task, but that's wild even for my standards. like yeah i can probably find the time to press the copy and paste buttons sometime this week
“Writing, like dancing, is one of the arts available to people who have nothing. “For ten and sixpence,” advises Virginia Woolf, “one can buy paper enough to write all the plays of Shakespeare.” The only absolutely necessary equipment in dance is your own body.”
— Zadie Smith, “Dance Lessons for Writers”
Dianne Flynn
Hello, I won't take much of your time. I'll just say that we can no longer bear all this hunger, siege, and death. We're truly exhausted. I've written dozens of posts since my Tumblr debut. Many have supported and helped me, but many have also been opposed and abused by ruthless, unscrupulous, and Zionist people. I came to say: If any of you can help in any way, whether by donating, sharing, or anything else, please help us. We are being torn apart by hunger. And when I say torn apart, hunger is truly tearing us apart. I want a normal life with water, electricity, and food. I want to live in peace and sleep without fear. You can help me now by finding the scarce and expensive food. I hope the crossing will open soon so I can escape the horrors of war. So, I'm here to ask for your help. Follow my blog, share this post, and donate to me. Sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for your time.
This is my donation link if you are able please donate and thank you
readings: essays, articles & short stories pt. 2
the winter of civilisation
fruits we'll never taste, languages we'll never hear: the need for needless complexity
emily dickinson and the creative solitude of space
the lost art of looking at nature
the bowl, the ram and the folded map: navigating the complicated world
ada limĂłn on preparing the body for a reopened world
before it was 'bittersweet', nostalgia was seen as a parasite
why alien languages could be far stranger than we imagine
the fig leaf, benjamin shane evans
cat pianos, sound-houses, and other imaginary musical instruments
of shark moves, shell shocks, and trash landings on the moon
as bright as a feather — ostriches, home dyeing, and the global plume trade
getting ahead, jonas karlsson
do these florida dolphins have a language?
the form of a demon and the heart of a person: kitagawa utamaro's prints of yamauba and kintarĹŤ (ca. 1800)
who needs ai text-generation when there's erasmus of rotterdam
when memories from fiction become part of who you are
how do transgender people remember their earlier selves?
My clit is bananas. B-a-n-a-n-a-s
We are back :)
Bruno Barbey. China. Guangxi province. 1980.
it’s impossible to enjoy what you had to beg for
Trauma dumping becoming a popularized term is just so fucking sad idk that’s one of the worst ones used casually obv there will always be people who say and ask too much from people who cant and don’t know how to handle it but it becoming some sort of pop psychology criminal offense is insane. like someone constantly oversharing is a huge sign something is very wrong you just need to understand that sometimes you’re not the one to fix it and can walk away if need be. Not talk massive shit and play victim ruining someone’s life because they told you too much about their childhood or something just keep it moving
in many ways being alive is about getting to have a little coffee every morning
do not go gentle into that good night
women! be difficult! be mean! they’re gonna hate you either way!
2025 and we still don't have hairy women in movies. wild
Miss Piggy's response to misogyny and fatphobia is physical violence and I think we should all take something from that
“are you busy today?”
i highly recommend for women and girls to be intellectually curious and difficult to shame
I want to tell you something about my friend Nader. He is a kind hearted young man. Even in all of his suffering and pain, he will take the time to tell me to wear a scarf so I don’t get sick when it’s cold, worry about me if I post about my injury, and ask me about my day. He doesn’t have to do any of this to be deserving of help, but I just want you to know who he is. He is a caring son to his father Ahmed and a loving uncle to his niece Iman. He spends all this time online campaigning for them because he loves his family and he wants to live. We all deserve to eat and live in peace. Nader’s family have the right to live, just as much as anyone born anywhere else in the world. Nader is the son of a father who is sick with cancer, who can’t access adequate treatment because the hospitals have been bombed. Remember this: the children of Gaza are children, just like your children or siblings and my cousins. The IOF drops bombs on them and starves them, and they’re just as scared as you would be if your parent was sick. I know that most of you understand this. Never let yourself forget that they’re more than a headline that tells you the number of people killed in today’s airstrike on Gaza.
Nader works hard to spread his family’s story every day, out of love for them. Nader is now, at 17 years old, the person bringing in money for his family. It’s a heavy responsibility on him. I hope you will return the kindness he shows others to him, and support his campaign. The weight of this should’ve never been on his shoulders, but you can help relieve it. Share his story and donate to his campaign, show him support on his blog @abdalsalam2000. In addition to sharing about his family, he has also shared a lot of informative posts about Palestinian history and what is happening right now in Gaza. If you’ve ever learned something from his posts, helping him now would be a good way to give something back to him
This has gone on for nearly one year and eight months. Can you imagine how exhausted you would be? They don’t have food or water, they can’t sleep because of the bombs.
€43,107 raised out of 50,000. Please help them get to 44,000 soon! only less than 900 left
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in a few years, we'll probably be discussing how gfm and paypal are stealing from a population that is already suffering from a genocide.
ive seen so many gazans who've had their fundraisers shut down for no apparent reason. all of them were depending on that fundraiser to afford necessities. how does one afford to buy basic necessities (that are scarce and expensive) when their singular source of money has been unjustly closed?
my friend suad is a mother of a little baby boy, khaled. her son was born in the current genocide and has known nothing but the sound of bombing. he has respiratory issues. suad's gfm was unjustly shut down. she's moved to chuffed to ensure that she can raise money to ensure her child's well being.
it would mean a lot to me if you guys could donate to her and her baby. her fundraiser has been verified (#279).
please donate here
I have to get in my journal and put a lot of thoughts down soon I have to get a needle to sew up my old journals I have to go through them first to make sure there’s nothing I want to bring to the new one there’s so much to work out on paper today and I am so beyond excited
My goal for the rest of this year is to admit what I want and what I am hoping for instead of playing dumb so I don't disappoint myself if it doesn't happen
don’t forget that it’s your life. it’s not school’s life, it’s not work’s life, it’s not your family or your partner’s life—it’s perpetually your life, for better or worse. what do you want from this life? forget happy, what motivates you to live? why are you here?
if only lesbian lust paid the bills