needed two journals for a specific purpose n it turns out i couldve gotten the same journals for half price on thriftbooks n abebooks oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The good news that I'm finally in Egypt now with my youngest brother and the bad news is my mother and my other brother with his wife still in Rafah waiting to evacute to Egypt.
I feel so sad and depressed for leaving them i should stayed and get out together.
it is so incredibly sad to constantly see kids on instagram and tiktok who are younger than my brother have to literally beg for shelter, food, water, medicine, and their right to exist as human beings
i mean, this young girl is only ten years old, yet she is essentially responsible for convincing random people scrolling through instagram that her and her family’s life are worth fighting for
on top of that, their gofundme is not even 10% funded and time is running out, please if you can’t donate, just share
when i was a kid i wanted to be a famous youtuber like dan and phil so that people would gay ship me with my irl best friend and we would be sooo weirded out by it and laugh and make videos joking about it but secretly it would make her realize her repressed gay crush on me and i'd help her through her gay crisis and then we would have a sickeningly sweet sappy romance and read fanfiction about ourselves together... anyways just found out she's married to a guy in the mafia now so i probably don't have a chance
once you express a thought, it is no longer a thought. it is speech, text, and relayed concepts. you can no longer claim something "isnt a thoughtcrime" if its no longer a thought.
Tumblr used to be so fucking funny before nsfw ban. I remember a dude said something crazy on a joke post of mine and i went to his blog and his first post was a video of him shitting into his underwear up close. We used to have it all
Historical video of the day: A young terrorist Ben Gvir, years before he became the National Security Minister of Israel, leads Israeli mobs in taunting and attacking Palestinian store owners in the occupied Palestinian city of Hebron (Al Khalil), who are only guilty of trying to earn a living and protecting their property.
The dehumanization of Palestinians goes BEYOND the things we usually see, such as racism and Islamophobia.
It’s also the tokenization, treating Palestinian bloggers as “inspiration” for an OC, the parasocial relationships people are starting to form with more well-known Palestinian bloggers, and NOW polls on who the “worst” Palestinian is. Even people who’re supposedly ally’s to the freedom for Palestine movement are voting because of quote on quote “curiosity”.
You don’t have to be outwardly racist to dehumanize someone. Dehumanization involves stripping a person of their humanity and turning them into whatever caricature you think fits them best, whether it’s to sell an agenda or treat them as a source of entertainment.
i think one of the ways i want to get back into reading more is to have a book/journal log. like writing my thoughts n notes by hand. my problem is that if i read more than 1 book at a time, how should i catalog the notes of each book together? like. idk beforehand how many pages to set aside. but i dont wanna do like an online journal thing either, i want my journaling to be pen to paper. thoughts? suggestions?
Spreading some palestinian joy with these beautiful pictures, I wanted to write something like "palestinian art" but honestly palestine is art and one day, hopefully in the near future, palestine will be free.
I got most of these from @hannahziad on instagram, shes a palestinian-american social media influencer and she posts alot about palestine.
No one would leave home unless home chased you. It's not something you ever thought about doing, so when you did, you carried the anthem under your breath, waiting until the airport toilet to tear up the passport and swallow, each mournful mouthful making it clear you would not be going back.
[...] I want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark. Home is the barrel of a gun. No one would leave home unless home chased you to shore. No one would leave home until home is a voice in your ear saying—leave, run, now. I don't know what I've become.