this blog is brought to u by someone unmedicated
It always fucking sucks to have to confront the fact that the position that makes sense and shows compassion for human lives in unequivocally the minority opinion in this country
Like we saw this with how "defund the police" was treated as ridiculous by something like two thirds of Americans, and going forward we are going to see in the coming weeks how the vast majority of Americans are not with us on seeing Palestinians as human beings
Love this perspective
Salvador Dalí, The Head of Medusa (1962).
i love the song scarborough fair. it's like hey are you going to the farmer's market? get these herbs. and if you see my ex tell them to do something impossible.
I feel so bad for people who think cats don't love you. cats are such incredibly loving creatures and u have never felt the joy of being loved by a cat
fuck i can’t believe i wasted my entire life being moved by art and beauty and the indomitable human spirit ugh i should’ve been making money through internet scams
people when mental illness actually makes you unpalatable and disappointing instead of just making you quirky online
"everybody experiences that" says mother who has the same symptom of the same mental illness
I love how bad Astarion is with his cover story. You meet him and he's like "I'm a magistrate" then he stealths, disarms a trap, double dashes and backstabs a goblin all while giggling about spilling blood and you're just like hm yeah that's the legal system for you
Massive fuck you to everyone who is talking about Palestinians as if we’re already all dead and sharing more solidarity with our corpses than us living. “We will never forget the beautiful Palestinian people-“ how about you stop “making peace” with Palestinian extermination. My people are not going to be forgotten because we are going to live. Palestinians have already survived one genocide and have been surviving one ever since.
Do not ever let the idea that all Palestinians are going to die exist in your mind. Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.
I hope no one who supported Israel, I hope no one who said “Israel has the right to defend itself”, I hope no one that stayed silent, I hope no one that stayed neutral, I hope no one who cried “both sides”, I hope no one preaching “nuance”, EVER gets to experience another peaceful day again. I hope every last one of them suffers for the remainder of their lives. I hope the guilts eats at them every single day to the point they can’t take it anymore and they choose to do the world a favour and off themselves. I hope every last one of them pays severely for their crimes and for their support of genocide. I hope their very existence is plagued with nightmares. I hope they experience what it’s like to have never ending bombs rain over their heads.
Whatever happens in Gaza tonight or tomorrow or after, know that we won’t forget and we will never forgive.
one of the reasons why “what if people went on a road trip and it was weird” is one of the oldest story types is that a lot of sense of personhood has been, historically, tied to place. the weird road trip says “what if we went somewhere else, where no one knows us, and tried out being a different person”.
Odysseus, the famous liar, goes on a weird road trip & over the course of it becomes several different people, and then comes home & is all those people as well as himself, wearing the echoes of those other people
What’s that quote? There are only two kinds of stories: a man goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town.
Palestinians are not "animals."
They are not "children of darkness."
Little kids are rescuing cats and trying to comfort them when they themselves are terrified.
A doctor broke down when his father and brother came into the trauma unit.
And several of his colleagues hugged and gathered to comfort him.
Journalists are playing with babies.
Doctors are refusing to evacuate hospitals because their patients can't and refuse to leave them.
There's a little boy who gives tea to the journalists and thanks them for spreading their stories.
He's displaced at the hospital, his home is gone.
A kid was asked what he wants to be when he grows up and he said kids in Gaza don't grow up.
Kids are writing their names on their arms so they can be identified.
Momin Kireka is a Palestinian journalist who was disabled by an Israeli attack in 2008.
And despite the difficulty in moving around, he vows to continue to show the world the truth.
Awni, a young Palestinian boy has a gaming YouTube channel he loved so much.
He was killed in the bombing.
Mohammed Sami was an artist who's dream was to open an art gallery.
He was playing with the kids to raise their spirits. And the next day he was killed.
They are victims.
They are going through unimaginable horrors and still find it in their hearts to be kind.
They have hopes and dreams just like you and I.
They are people.
And they deserve to be remembered as such.
this is the 3rd post in the “paralysis” tag
Because of people like OP no one takes genuine paralysis seriously. There's barely any community around paralysis without it being flooded with entirely unrelated shit.
No, ADHD cannot "paralyze" you. You know what does? Spinal cord injuries. Strokes. Accidents. Neurological illnesses. No, ADHD isn't neurological, nice try.
It's extremely gross to purposefully attribute a serious and traumatizing medical condition like paralysis to a neurodivergence. Really fucking gross. You're not paralyzed.
@crippled-peeper is paralyzed, he has a Spinal cord injury. I am paralyzed, I have a neurological illness. Your ADHD isn't capable of that.
So quit it.
A few creepy crawlies for the weekend before Halloween! These lovelies are from lllustrations of Exotic Entomology by Dru Drury (1837). Drury collected natural history specimens through a network of officers on merchant ships throughout the world. Drury employed artists Moses Harris and Mary Gartside to create drawings from specimens for his work Illustrations of Natural History, which was first published in London between 1770 and 1782. The same images were reproduced in this later work in 1837.










