lighting your cigarette on another person's is the gayest thing you can do -- here's some lightly tragic wolfstar ✧ also just noticed I forgot the watermark help
Holy Mary, today we remember your son who was executed by an occupying empire, but we also remember you, and we bear witness to the grief of all the mothers in Gaza whose children have been murdered by empire.
Holy Mary, protect the women of Palestine. Protect the mothers whose children are starving. Protect the women who are being raped by occupation forces. Protect the women whose whole families have all been martyred.
Holy Mary, let us have the courage to fight our oppressors, give us the strength to resist empire.
Holy Mary, bring us justice, bring us freedom, bring an end to genocide and occupation.
why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
I'm finishing reading Boy Parts (Eliza Clark), and it's so crazy to think "I could be this bad, no one could stop me from being a bad person, I could do just as much damage as it was done to me" and I have to physically fight the urge.
Mohammed El-Kurd, from Rifqa; “Elderly Woman Falls Asleep on My Shoulder”
[Text ID: “Under occupation, walking feels barefoot. / Here, walking feels like attempting to run / in water. / The soldier, blonde and sunburnt, asks her for her permit. / My permit: these wrinkles / older than your country’s existence. / My smile is a sun.”]
heathcliff : "look at this boy that I've ruined completely, I love him more than my own, what a shame I hated his father and now he must suffer for it without knowing while loving me like a friend"
"and now look at my son, pride is not the word I'm looking for let's hope he doesn't die before marrying his cousin so I can have my dead lover's husband's money"