I kept looking at her like she was a dream come true, I couldn't control my smile, I wanted the world to stop....
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This happened in 2018. The treatment of Palestinians is no different as to 5 years ago.
Dear Zionists:
Is this innocent baby one of those "HAMAS terrorists" you claim to be "defending yourself" from?
Was this baby threatening your life, your faith?
What prompts you to mock the stolen life of an innocent soul this way?
We may differ between faiths and Gods, but rest assured you will be given the just judgement you deserve and you will suffer for your crimes, for they are too great and despicable for redemption.
Dear Zionists:
YOU WILL BE DAMNED.
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I know I've lost so many things that I can't count and those losses, now, are what's mine. I know I've lost the yellow and the black and I think of those impossible colors as those who see don't think. My father is dead and he is always by my side. When I want to recite Swinburne verses, I do it, they tell me, in his voice. Only the dead are ours, only those we have lost. Ilium is gone, but Ilium persists in the hexameter from which it was woven. Israel was when it was an ancient nostalgia. Every poem, in time, is a choice. Ours are the women who left us, no longer subject to the vespers, which are zozobra, and to the alarms and terrors of hope. There is no paradise but paradise lost.
Sé que he perdido tantas cosas que no podría contarlas y que esas perdiciones, ahora, son lo que es mío. Sé que he perdido el amarillo y el negro y pienso en esos imposibles colores como no piensan los que ven. Mi padre ha muerto y está siempre a mi lado. Cuando quiero escandir versos de Swinburne, lo hago, me dicen, con su voz. Sólo el que ha muerto es nuestro, sólo es nuestro lo que perdimos. llión fue, pero llión perdura en el hexámetro que la plañe. Israel fue cuando era una antigua nostalgia. Todo poema, con el tiempo, es una elegía. Nuestras son las mujeres que nos dejaron, ya no sujetos a la víspera, que es zozobra, y a las alarmas y terrores de la esperanza. No hay otros paraísos que los paraísos perdidos.
—Jorge Luis Borges, Los conjurados (1985)
[Robert Scott Horton]
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Flame out to sea | benmuldersunsets | Lost Souls Paradise | Instagram
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i don't know if u guys have seen the video of a palestinian father cradling his little daughter in his arms and opening her eyes just to look at her face one last time before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead... so much bloodshed so so many innocent lives lost even more that are irreversibly damaged yet this man smiles at his child even though she won't be able to bask in the warmth of it... palestinian resilience, their love their will their strength, i won't ever forget it
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[ @seatedsacrifice continued from here ]
Anteros sighed, gentle arms wrapping around Ophi. Though he knew not what sort of nightmare would cause this level of distress, he was here. He would not leave so long as Ophi still needed him.
He pressed his nose into Ophi's hair and breathed deep. "Focus on my heartbeat. I am right here. I am real.
"I am not leaving you."
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It took a lot of editing for youtube to allow it, but the video is finally up!
I’ve been thinking lately about why writers tend to foster such empathy for the demonic, and these are my thoughts.
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The song of the day is
ALI - LOST IN PARADISE feat. AKLO
So usually when binge watching a show you kinda skip the into and credits, but not with Jujutsu Kaisen you don't.
I mean the intro rules too, but how the fuck are you gonna put this absolute BOP as your credits songs. Like I can't skip it, it's not possible.
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