Shout out to all the people who are still social distancing and wearing masks. Thank you for still taking this pandemic seriously and understanding how an illness can spread from person to person. I pray that the universe provides you with an infinite amount of abundance.
perhaps the world ends here - joy hario // the world unseen (2007) - dir. shamim sarif // text post - @jacebeleren // daidai’s kitchen - @pakchoys // text post - @bicarusgf // in the kitchen - helena janecic // letter to donald windham - tennessee williams // お仕事 - @tomokohara // summer kitchen - donald hall // perhaps the world ends here - joy hario
we survived because we were the “smartest” species you say, we survived because jellyfish don’t know how to construct a Fighter Jet. We survived because our environment is ours to manipulate with walls and floors and lightbulbs to capture the sun and tunnel into night.
we survived by being faster in our cars and stronger with our tools, and better than we were before. We survived with language to build on the past with and weapons to fight the future. We survived because of our hands and our heads and the fact we make the universe itself knowable.
But then again, a mother will gain the strength of ten men to lift a full car off her baby. A man will spend eight hours nursing a puppy back to health and that dog will follow his every step from the doorstop to the grave. A best friend will dropkick an alligator in the water for the sake of him.
And I’ll tell you, maybe it was all of it. And maybe it was because we loved each other better than we hated, we loved each other in the dark before the lightbulb and loved each other more in the wilds before our walls, and we loved each other so thoroughly we made pyramids and libraries and monuments, and wrote not for the sake of money and food and living, but for the sake of wrapping each others hearts in velvet soft to escape the sandpaper winds of this world.
And that too is survival. That too is a reason. Not for our brains or our hands or our grit, but for our willingness to wrap each others wounds in bandages and set the broken bones of grandparents and sit outside windows and sing lullabies and love songs and cry over butterflies and sunsets and care too deeply. Care too strongly. Care too much.
cinnamon girl - lana del rey // emma (2020) - dir. autumn de wilde // text post - @tturing // the unbearable lightness of being - milan kundera // the song i’ll never write - gary barlow // earth, my likeness - walt whitman // the most profound things are inexpressible - christina badal // @theweeknd on twitter via @z-ndjenja // cinnamon girl - lana del rey
I swear if I hear another white man tell me how “people are inherently greedy and selfish in nature & there’s nothing you can do about it ‘cause it’s biology”, I’ll start throwing punches... and like it’s always white privileged men trying to justify their own shitty behaviour...
it’s like listening to the initial conclusion of the Stanford prison experiment all over again
Sometimes I'm doing something completely normal and then realise that people have been doing this exact thing for thousands of years and then get emotional about it.
[struggling with eyeliner] "damnit if ancient Egyptians could do it then so can I. Wait... Some of them probably used to struggle with this too."
[unbraiding my hair] "people in 13th century Scandinavia probably had little boxes for their hair beads and struggled with the tiny back braids just like me."
[eating blackberries] "I wonder how long blackberries have been around for, how many children came home with their fingers and clothes stained black over the centuries."
[whittling] "it's kind of a deep-rooted human need to make things, right? Cave paintings, clay figurines, stories told around the campfire, doodles on the margins of paper and papyrus alike, graffiti in Pompeii, shepherds whittling pipes and spoons while looking after their flock."
[reading a book I borrowed from my mom's friend] "did people do book swaps in the BCs, too?"
[watching my sister play with the neighbours' kids] "it's kind of interesting how I don't think there's any record of who came up with the games of tag, hide and seek, holding hands in a circle, the floor is lava etc. Children just do these things even if they're not taught the rules. What's the difference between a child in Mesopotamia making figures out of clay and today's kids playing with Play-Doh?"
People have always been people. I've seen ancient manuscripts with little kitty paw prints all over the page, kids who went to school centuries before my birth doodling on their notes, and complete strangers being kind to each other because that's what feels right. That's what made sure that we made it until today. Community. Friendship. Kindness.
And I dunno. I'm just a little choked up about this. We are worth saving. No matter what capitalism tells us, what the powers that be push us to doing, our natural state is of kindness and creativity. We are stuck in a system which brings out the worst in us, but we have survived for so long because we are kind, because we work together, because we love and want the best for those who come after us. Why else did our ancestors bother to selectively breed corn or watermelons or wheat so that we can get more out of them?
« A striking number of political prisoners who wrote memoirs attribute their survival to their ability to tell stories [...]. In the world of the camps and the prisons, where books were scarce and films were rare, a good storyteller was highly prized.
Leonid Finkelstein says that he will be forever grateful to a thief who, “on my first prison day, recognized this potential in me, and said, ‘You’ve probably read a lot of books. Tell them to people, and you will be living very well.’ And indeed I was living better than the rest. [...] I ran into people who said, ‘You are Leonchik-the-storyteller, I heard about you’ [...].”
Alexander Wat retold Stendhal’s The Red and the Black to a group of bandits while in prison. Alexander Dolgun recounted the plot of Les Miserables. Janusz Bardach told the story of The Three Musketeers: “I felt my status rise with every twist of the plot.”
Others found the same. On her hot, stuffy train to Vladivostok, Evgeniya Ginzburg learned that “there were material advantages in reciting poetry ... For instance, after each act of Griboyedov’s The Misfortune of Being Clever, I was given a drink of water out of someone else’s mug as a reward for ‘services to the community.’ »
If you can't even bother to speak up and raise your voice about the terrorism Palestinians are facing everyday and the oppression they have to endure because of Israeli forces, that are supported and funded by the US, then why do you even have BLM in your bio? Why did you actively support the movement? Did you speak up and support the BLM movement because you genuinely believe in human rights, or are u merely hopping in on another trend ? Because people's lives and basic human rights are NOT a mere trend that you get to speak about only when a hashtag is trending because of millions and millions of people; if you can only outline an issue after it's spoken about by the media and people with big platforms, then I'm pretty sure there's another underlying issue regarding your true intentions.
Its high time you've raised your own voice regarding what Palestine is going through, irrespective of whether the media decides to make it a trending hashtag or not.