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Canada’s extraction of Africa

mark ruffalo likening project 2025 to 'sharia law' because why confront the realities of christofascism and the fact that it consistently comes from people who look like you and speak your language and and share your beliefs when it's easier to pin it on the scary brown muslims in their scary far countries? as though there's no precedent in his own environment for this sort of behavior, that he needs to outsource the metaphor from another culture, because even the most 'progressive' of white liberals can't resist the allure of racism and islamophobia. and don't even get me started on jkr's 'gender taliban' because every second spent thinking about that woman is a second wasted in my book.

tired of cannibalism as a metaphor for love or sex. can we get into cannibalism as a metaphor for colonization.

this is the saddest fucking thing. wheres that post about when you cant even write a poem about it because its just there already

the sensual world. louise glück

JOSH O'CONNOR Challengers dir. Luca Guadagnino

"you loved me once."

lidia yuknavitch/unsent project/rosamund hodge

yes dog motif, yes pomegranate symbolism, yes fig tree metaphor, I hear you, but when are we going to talk about a walnut? you lower yourself to pick it up, knees wet and dirty with mud, you hold the earthly pebble coated in a layer of skin, scalp like, and you think if you just break it open with one sharp sting of the hammer that there would be a sweet reward in the centre, a fruit of your labour, but it is bitter and sad, and shaped like viscera, and your fingers are stained a yellow brown that will never wash out. when

La Badessa - Corte Della Maestà

4 am pinterest rabbit hole says i need him

MIKE FAIST as Art Donaldson in CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

‘mothers day’ ‘fathers day’ eldest daughter day when

As pride month begins, let us not forget our Palestinian brothers and sisters.

My Homophobic dog masterpost

I need those Art Donaldson fics RN. 😤

the thing is the king charles portrait is genuinely incredible and exactly how I would execute a portrait of a member of the british royal family but also I literally cannot fathom why the british royal family would have it made

richard siken lines that make me lose my fucking mind -

look at the light through the windowpane. that means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable.

can we love nature for what it really is: predatory? we do not walk through a passive landscape.

someone has to leave first. this is a very old story. there is no other version of this story.

tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.

i hope it’s love. i’m trying really hard to make it love.

there are many names in history but none of them are ours.

so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

what holds it together? glue. some kind of glue. the image remains as a body would. i turned the image over like a rock, but then the worms.

i clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. i’d rather quit. i’d rather be sad. it’s too much work.

the prayer of going nowhere going nowhere

words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing, but soothing nonetheless.

and the eyes that remained eyes and not the doorways we had hoped for.

paint ghosts over everything, the sadness of everything.

we collide with place, which is another name for god, and limp away with a permanent injury.

but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

to make something beautiful should be enough. it isn’t. it should be.

i prefer to blame others, it’s easier.

we’ve made a graveyard out of a bone white afternoon.

i made this place for you. a place for you to love me.

i wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.

i want to tell you this story without having to be in it.

sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how i ruined everything by saying it out loud.

we deduce backward into first causes - stone in the pond of things.

are you there, sweetheart? do you know me? is this microphone live?

you see, i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what i say or love me back.

every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out you will be alone always and then you will die.

we clutch our bellies and roll on the floor… when i say this, it should mean laughter, not poison.

the dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.

a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. a man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he’s still left with his hands.

i will turn myself into a gun, because i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue.

as everything is a metaphor for itself.

something’s not right about what i’m doing but i’m still doing it - living in the worst parts, ruining myself.

if the window is over your heart, and it is painted shut, then we are breathing river water.

you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn’t do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.

what is a ghost? something dead that seems to be alive. something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

you try to warn him, you tell him you will want to get inside him, and ruin him, but he doesn’t listen. you do this, you do. you take things you love and tear them apart.

do you love yourself? i don’t have to answer that. it should matter.

things happen all the time, things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us.

the boy on the bridge. the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.

i am singing now while rome burns. we are all just trying to be holy.

the best part of spirituality is reverence. there are other parts. some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.

you are a fever i am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.

you need it for the moment you need it, then you bless it.

there’s a black dog and there’s a white dog, depends on which you feed. depends on which damn dog you live with.

desire, like a monster, crawls up out of the lake.

there’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.

evidence of evil but not proof.

a hammer is a hammer when it hits the nail. a hammer is not a hammer when it’s sleeping. i woke up tired of being the hammer.

the maiden flees or prays, depending.

this is the testimony of the deer: solitude, the long corridors, love from a distance.

if it hurts, we’re doing it to ourselves.

cut me open and the light streams out. stitch me up and the light keeps streaming out between the stitches.

take the light inside you like a blessing, like a knee in the chest.

he knows that when you snap a mast it’s time to get a set of oars or learn to breathe underwater.

if you don’t believe in god or fate you still must believe in narrative.

two brothers: one of them wants to take you apart. two brothers: one of them wants to put you back together. it’s time to choose sides now. the stitches or the devouring mouth?

he took the gods and made them human.

is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?

in the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

god is the space between two men and the devil is the space between two men.

i make up things that i would never say. i say them very quietly.

the body of life is a nightmare.

she existed enough to be painted. she could have been an idea, but that’s another kind of existing.

we have not touched the stars nor are we forgiven.

a gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

[to be his hands or to have his hands]

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

The Israeli-Palestine situation is not religious based, it’s land based. Religion came in the picture incidental decades after the conflict began.

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

Calling out “Israel” for it’s violence against the land currently known as Palestine is not blaming Jewish people and communities for said violence. There are Israeli Muslims, Palestinian Jews and Christians of both backgrounds.

There were already thousands of Jewish people in Palestine before British rule.

Calling out “Israel” means holding accountable the government/military actions oppressing the people of Palestine. Not blaming the innocent Jewish citizens of the land.

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

It’s an opposition to this loss of life and land, not to any religious belief.

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

Freeing Palestine means giving its people self-determination on what is and is not their own ancestral land. The optimal way is to peacefully decide this.

The government/military of the state known as Israel have killed hundreds of innocent civilians of Palestine. They were met with peaceful protests. They responded with violence. Then they were met with violence in the name of self-defense. They responded with more violence.

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

Of course, Jewish people know far too well the cost of bloodshed and religious persecution that force innocents to become refugees, lose their families and have their homes ripped apart bloodily, inhumanely and unjustly.

That is the current state of innocents in Palestine.

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

No, the issue is not black and white. Innocents in the land known as Israel have been hurt regardless of religious affiliation. Innocents in the land known as Palestine have been hurt regardless of religious affiliation.

The black and white of it is that there are the oppressed and the oppressors.

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

Freeing Palestine does not mean being diametrically opposed to the original definition of Zionism which is reparations for Jewish peoples in the form of a partial ethnic-state. 

The land currently known as Israel was not the only place considered for said goal; Madagascar, Ethiopia, Germany and several others were considered before outer Western oppressive powers mandated the state of Israel - a choice done with only temporary consent by those of the land then known as Palestine. 

Those same Western oppressive powers would have hurt whatever country they’d chosen and none of that would’ve been the fault of the Jewish people. 

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

Jews have ALWAYS existed in Palestine.

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

Free Palestine is simply a call to the end of illegal warfare, eviction, apartheid and religious persecution of innocent people in the land that is known as Palestine by the federal government of the state of Israel.

It is a call to prevent the exportation of refugees, the destruction of innocents, the airstrikes on public places and the bodies of innocent children lying dead and bloodied on the streets in the land of Israel-Palestine.

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

It is a call to end the expansion of an oppressive state. Not to hurt Jews, nor kick them out individually nor to kill them. Just to free all involved from the warfare of an imposed and invading state.

Plenty of people with argue against this. I pity them for being uninformed and so adamant on their beliefs which may unintentionally or intentionally perpetuate violence on both communities - to paint either the Jewish or Arab peoples and/or their respective religions as violent or propagandistic.

Free Palestine is not an antisemitic statement.

“Free Palestine” is a call for peace and justice in the face of violent, unjust colonial settlement and ethnic cleansing.

Don’t make me regret posting this.

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