artclassics
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'what is said with the eyes, is not forgotten.'
sometimes I wonder if you can miss someone you've never met. a quiet yearning in my heart, and no one to tell.
Margaret Atwood, from a poem titled "Pig Song," featured in Paper Boat: Selected Poems
Hello 👋, I hope you're doing well.. My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging. Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens.. If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference, and thanks for your time. 🙏❤ https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b
الله ينصركم 🙏🌷
Dreamy mood in the paintings by Henri Le Sidaner (French, 1862-1939)
Sometimes I feel like my world is not falling apart for a moment.
Sometimes when we’re thrust into a tragic situation in the face of cruelty, it seeps into our flesh and gnaws on our bones, causing the kindred spirit to wear away bit by bit, without a sprinkle of our knowledge. It then manifests in a moment of insecurity, like one was possessed. Therefore dear ones, we must kinder our spirits through all times. For, life is full of challenges and we must brave the winds and overcome them as we journey alongside it.
Breaks my heart
Just because we aren't seeing more posts about Palestine, doesn't mean the genocide has stopped. Let's keep Praying and speaking up for Gaza, Palestine.
This.
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.
Tfou
and let the history books name joe biden, rishi sunak, justin trudeau, emmanuel macron, ursula von der leyen and every other world leader who did not step in to prevent the genocide of palestine as cold-blooded murderers. may they face a shred of the immeasurable pain and suffering they allowed to be committed against 2.2. million innocent lives.
Standing with Palestine
Always have and always will
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Another one…when I fail to put my feelings into words, I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that someone else puts it so well. I’m sad someone else knows the feeling but happy I’m not alone.
I don't like using my parents money. It makes me feel dirty. I thought it was because I care about them or something. But I recently realize it's because I dont want to be financially dependent on them than I already am.
When I ask them to buy me something, it feels like I'm giving them an excuse to treat me anyway they want.
When I was younger, I thought they way they treated me was the price of living since they pay for me, so I don't like taking their money now.
But recently, from talking to friends and family, I realize that I shouldnt be hesitant. I should just take their money--let them buy me accessories, food, jewelry, and clothes. I should think of it like compensation for losing my childhood, or compensation for the emotional trauma.
It’s so upsetting to see how many people live the same heartbreaking reality. No child (no matter how old they are) should feel the burden of their parents negativity. No child should feel anger and pain because of their parents. It doesn’t have to be physical to effect you. I hope everyone finds healing and love no matter how hard it seems to be.
Man of the House
Some fathers are born miserable
I think
Or at least mine was
He had a rough childhood
He hardened his heart
Threw out his feelings- left unused
He stares at the world with dead eyes
Soon, he's gifted with children
You'd think kids would change him
But he remains a miserable man to this day
Dragging us through the muck of his pain
Allowing us to swallow his discomfort and agony
Instead of teaching us things
Like love and regulating feelings-the good, the bad, and the downright ugly
We learned how to be filled with rage and emptiness
How to yell until our voice bounces off the walls
Our faces red from our generational anger
We can't help but tether his suffering
To our bones
But as an "adult"
In her Wretched Twenties
Who sees him with fresh eyes
I will not be the keeper of my fathers' pain