#atrocit

Cento anni fa il genocidio dimenticato di Amritsar. Le atrocità del colonialismo di cui nessuno parla

Esattamente cento anni fa ci fu un genocidio, uno dei quelli dimenticati, di cui nessuno parla: l’esercito britannico spara su una folle inerme in un giardino recintato. Era il 1919, eravamo in pieno colonialismo inglese in India ed eravamo nella città di Amritsar, nell’attuale stato indiano Punjab.

Tutto inizia il 10 aprile 1919. Una ribellione anticoloniale, con slogan nazionalisti, furti…

❛   DYOMA, YOU REALLY DID NOT HAVE TO GET ME ANYTHING.  ❜      gifts were something strange to marya morevna. they were not always something that sat well with her, like a rock in your shoe. but from damian, a gift was something tender, to be held under the tongue until it melted sweetly. she looks at him and it is almost something meek, eager even, the corners of her mouth lifted in the beginning of a smile.     ❛   THANK YOU, DEM.  ❜

KISS MY MUSE  -  ♕ for a kiss of swearing fealty.                                                                          not accepting!

nightmares heavy boys ,     who both found  fake  happiness in a lit stick filled with elation that could kill , they rested on the couch and spoke for hours. eyelids heavy with sleep , but kristoph knows he has to wait for damian to fall asleep first so that he could watch over the monsters and memories that could creep up on him. it could be the drugs , or the fatigue , but the other holding his hands and interrupting him from talking made kristoph freeze , with curiosity and anxiety boiling somewhere in his chest or his throat where the words have stopped. a kiss to his hand , words he couldn’t fathom hearing damian say , it must be the drugs. 

she does not like secrets, she never has. a girl of teeth- a girl who takes the whole world in her mouth- the girl who wants to eat it all raw. she wants to see it naked- she wants to see him naked- picked down the bone. she wants each of his secrets laid before her like gems, she wants to inspect them one by one. she would never let another owl slip past her clever eyes- let him slip inside the softness of her heart. not unless she saw him with his throat to her teeth and his heart in his hand.         ❛   WHY DID YOU WANT TO SHOOT ME? THERE MUST HAVE BEEN SOME REASON- SOME PERSON. YOU CAN TELL ME, DOROGAYA MOY.  ❜       

 ❝  you gonna smoke that or ... ?  ❞   kristoph points at the cigarette forgotten on the stranger’s table. the oneiroi misses the feeling of smoke in his lungs which is as close as he’ll get to owning his body - the high , the numbness and the fall bring life to his bird bones.    ❝  just wondering if i can have it.  ❞