1ks

Beautiful #Ramadan tradition in the old city of #jerusalem. The callers who go from house to house in the early hours of the morning waking up each family by name for Qiyam and s7oor. They do so in a poetic form. Imagine being woken up daily in this beautiful way. This tradition has continued from generation to generation. Bless them #palestine

aishawarma

i reblog this every year, but this time i need to stress that this tradition, like many others in palestine, is now under threat. these callers are currently facing harassment, fines and detainment by israeli police who say the callers are no longer allowed to practice this tradition because “settlers living in the neighbourhood had complained about the noise”, even though these callers operate in predominantly palestinian muslim neighbourhoods.

Making sense of things

healing-phoenix

You feel unlovable, because the people who needed to love you were incapable of loving you.

You feel like you are at fault for everything, because the people who were supposed to have your back instead blamed things on you–even when it wasn’t your responsibility.

You feel unworthy, because the people who were supposed to value you instead treated you like a second thought and refused to give you what you needed.

You doubt yourself constantly, because the people whose support you needed consistently gaslighted or disregarded your thoughts and feelings.

You feel as if you are not enough, because no matter what you said or did, the people in your life you looked up to continued to neglect or abuse you.

You feel undeserving of good things, because it was the only way to make sense of a family/environment where you were never acknowledged and treated poorly.

You feel all of this, because you were abused and/or neglected. 

And all these feelings seem like concrete fact, because it’s all you have ever known. You did not get the love and care you deserved. But you don’t feel that, because you have been brain-washed otherwise. You took responsibility for their inadequacies and faults. 

Their failures have never been yours–no matter how much they kick and scream otherwise. It was always, always theirs. And never yours.

You are worthy. You are enough. And those are facts you never got the chance to see.

draculesc

“Tell me your favorite weird fact.”

The Earth is covered in corpses. We breathe the air the dead exude, eat the food they nourished with their decay, pour their remains into our cars, wear them and sleep on them. And then we call them scary without even noticing that they are present in every single thing of our lives. We live because of the dead.

jestermolly

Ecogoth

dissociatves:
“ lesbophobes:
“ everyone is deleting the caption to this but this work is called “perfect lovers” by the gay artist felix gonzalez-torres. the piece is about the illness and death of his HIV-positive partner ross laycock:
“For Untitled...

lesbophobes

everyone is deleting the caption to this but this work is called “perfect lovers” by the gay artist felix gonzalez-torres. the piece is about the illness and death of his HIV-positive partner ross laycock:

For Untitled (Perfect Lovers) (1991), he synchronized two industrial clocks placed side by side. Inevitably, because batteries fail and things tend toward entropy, the clocks would slowly begin to advance at differing rates, out of sync, having moved, however briefly, perfectly together. (x)

dissociatves

“Don’t be afraid of the clocks, they are our time, time has been so generous to us. We imprinted time with the sweet taste of victory. We conquered fate by meeting at a certain time in a certain space. We are a product of the time, therefore we give back credit where it is due: time.
We are synchronized, now and forever.
I love you.”
(Gonzalez-Torres, 1988)

body5000

being a human is kinda dumb because we get to REASON and THINK HARD which really isn’t fair, i’d rather be an orchid and eat light beams all day, no offense to the miracle that is evolution, like, thanks for the opportunity to participate in an advanced society but put me in the ground