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I met these fools years ago in Jewish leftist tumblr. We all finally got together IRL yesterday, March 26th, to protest in the biggest-ever Jewish-led opposition to AIPAC.
💕when url becomes irl💕 #jewishresistance
finally met up with @reallymakesyouthink & @dr-treyf
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First person: [singing The Worlds Greatest by R. Kelly beautifully]
I am a mountain, I am a tall tree, whoa-ohh I am a swift wind Sweeping the country
[stops singing; chuckles] Why are you looking at me like that?
Second person: [laughing] Cause you’re so-
First person: Why are you looking at me like that-!
Second person: Cause I’m in love
First person: Oh-!
[both laugh]
Source: its-litt-bro
u/DeerOnTheRocks: I took the NBA’s hilariously awkward Twitter videos showing off players’ shoes during All Star Weekend, and complied them into the style of a 90’s sitcom intro
Source: raptorsdaily
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guy : so i was getting a glass of water (a glass is just a commonly used cylinder closed off on the bottom in order to hold liquids btw)
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I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.
Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them (via beatboxgoesthump)
💘 hey, i’ve got some 1D & cat-themed valentines that i’d love to (belatedly) mail out. send me your address & preference if ya want 💘
💘 hey, i’ve got some 1D & cat-themed valentines that i’d love to (belatedly) mail out. send me your address & preference if ya want 💘
💘 hey, i’ve got some 1D & cat-themed valentines that i’d love to (belatedly) mail out. send me your address & preference if ya want 💘
julia @thesoviette wrote and illustrated a graphic memoir about intergenerational soviet jewish identity and resistance! go buy it! buy a copy for all your north american jewish friends who don’t understand what russian jewish identity means! buy a copy for all your soviet jewish friends whose families are rooting for trump! buy one for your nightstand and another for your backpack and a third for your bathroom!
Soviet Daughter provides a window into the life of a rebellious, independent woman coming of age in the USSR, and the impact of her story and her spirit on her American great-granddaughter, two extraordinary women swept up in the history of their tumultuous times.
Soviet Daughter is the story of Julia Alekseyeva’s great-grandmother Lola. Born in 1910 to a poor, Jewish family outside of Kiev, Lola lived through the Bolshevik revolution, a horrifying civil war, Stalinist purges, and the Holocaust. She taught herself to read, and supported her extended family working as a secretary for the notorious NKVD (which became the KGB) and later as a lieutenant for the Red Army. Her family, including 4-year-old Julia, moved to the U.S. in the wake of Chernobyl and forged a new life. Interleaved with Lola’s history we find Julia’s own struggles of coming of age in an immigrant family and her political awakening in the midst of the radical politics of the turn of the millennium.
At times heartbreaking and at times funny, this graphic novel memoir unites two generations of strong, independent women against a sweeping backdrop of the history of the USSR. Like Sarah Glidden in How to Understand Israel in 60 Days or Less, or Marjane Satrapi in Persepolis, Alekseyeva deftly combines compelling stories of women finding their way in the world with an examination of the ties we all have with our families, ethnicities, and the still-fresh traumas of the 20th century.
buy it at Microcosm Publishing or Amazon, or your local bookstore!
in the song of solomon there is this passage that reads: “i found him whom my soul loves. i held him and would not let him go.” to holding on, to knowing again that moment of rapture, of recognition where we can face one another as we really are, stripped of artifice and pretense, naked and not ashamed.
bell hooks, excerpt of the dedication in All About Love: New Visions (via gotochelm)
C.J.: “You want to lock up everybody with a white sheet?” Toby: “Yes, I do. Yes, I do. Who has a problem with that? Bring ‘em to me, right now. YES I DO!”
— The West Wing 2x03 ‘The Midterms’
my rage is captured in cute hearts
