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the first full moon of 2021, Sophie's moon

[credit: @rami_astro on instagram]

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Sia deleted her twitter account

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hi please sign this petition to stop developer kevin vandenburgh from turning indigenous land into apartment complexes and clubhouses because clearly natives haven’t lost enough already.

please reblog this. thank you

source

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Natalie Diaz, from Grief Work

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experiments in digital watercolor~

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INSTRUCTIONS ON NOT GIVING UP

ada limón / princess mononoke (1997) / mary oliver / gang of youths / albert camus / the two towers (2002)

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THE STORY OF WANGXIAN IN UNTRANSLATABLE WORDS

koi no yokan (japanese) - the feeling of knowing that you will soon fall in love with the person you have just met yuánfèn (chinese) - a relationship brought by fate or destiny; the binding force which eventually links two people together in love mamihlapinatapai (yaghan) - a wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start kilig (tagalog) - a weak in the knees, spontaneous blushing and quickening pulse, butterfly in the stomach sensation la douleur exquise (french) - the pain of loving someone that you know you can’t have and knowing that you still want to be with them odnoliub (russian) – someone who has only one love in their life ya’aburnee (arabic) - lit. “you bury me”, a desire for your significant other to pass after you because life without them would be unbearable saudade (portuguese) - melancholic longing or nostalgia for a person, place or thing that one cares for and/or loves and might never be had again geborgenheit (german) - the emotional security, comfort and well-being that one feels particularly with someone they love zhījǐ (chinese) - refer to this post

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“my child is fine” your child is estranged from their own native language

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USE HEADPHONES 🌑

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“All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack. This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth? The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen. At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours. Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk. But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting. The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate. They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole. And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.”

— Writings For Winter - For Twenty Year-Olds who have never been loved  (via beepboopboopbeep)

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women kissing

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When I visited the United States Holocaust Museum for the first time, I was struck deeply by one wall with absolutely nothing on it, except for this quote: 

“Who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians?”

Hitler often used it to cite how history would forget about his “final solution”, as they didn’t remember the Armenian genocide, did they? 

My family is in America for the sole reason that the first Armenian genocide drove them out. My grandmother knows nothing of what happened to her cousins and aunts and uncles, and still, to this day, the Armenian genocide is not recognized by Turkey. 

It’s happening again. The Azerbaijan and Armenian conflict over Artsakh, an area that Azerbaijan claims is theirs, but is inhabited heavily by Armenians, has been restarted, and the people living there are in serious danger, as Turkey is now lending their military aid to Azerbaijan as well, while the rest of the world is turned the other way. 

I know we’re all so fatigued from the shitshow that has been 2020, and how difficult it can be to comprehend yet another tragedy, but if you have a moment, please just educate yourself on what’s happening in Armenia and Artsakh, educate a friend, and take a look at the some of the resources I’ll link below, I would be so grateful. Don’t let history annihilate my people again. 

explaining why the conflict has re-started

a help Armenia carrd

donate- the Armenia Fund

what is Artsakh? 

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Cher costumes

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ALL BLACK LIVES MATTER EVERYWHERE. 

ZIMBABWE NEEDS YOUR HELP (please read and signal boost!)  there is little to no coverage on this crisis worldwide. Rally for it just like you have for Black Lives Matter in the US, Yemen, Australian bushfires etc. 

˗ˏˋ Link to petitions/donations!  ˊˎ˗

reposted from: @theslacktivists on IG