senescence.

ofc you can feel however you like about hamas specifically and still be unequivocally on the side of palestinian resistance but talking about hamas like it's some invasive occupying regime or some inexplicable evil terrorising palestine or even a religious hate group is both racist and completely inane. whatever your opinion on hamas, i urge everyone to actually consider the position of palestinians on the ground--if everyone you loved was killed by an airstrike while the world cheered on, who the fuck wouldn't join an organisation promising revenge and action, when the alternative is looking down at the barrel if vanishingly short life expectancy amid more airstrikes in an open air prison with a 47% unemployment rate. you might not think that hamas is good or right or correct, but you have to understand it as a response to the situation it exists in or you'll just end up uncritically accepting the islamophobic propaganda lines being used to fuel a genocide

stories where the past is a wound that refuses to heal

ok stories where the past is an itch you keep absentmindedly scratching and wonder why the burning is getting worse

all i’m saying is: the past is a bodily sensation

L + horatio + there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy

*me, literally sick with want* whatever

languages, like people, have been made into the objects of politicized aesthetics—not only is this about the dichotomy between "melodious", "soft", "musical" &c. and "harsh", "guttural", "rough" &c. as generalizations applied to entire languages (even language families), but also (and more importantly) the fact that these descriptions track non-linguistic attributes like racialization and class at least as often as they track phonology. please think about who, historically and presently, is most likely to have their language(s) described in one vs. the other way.

anyone else feeling the Effects lately. due to all the Things

yes im in my 20s but this is only my first week of being alive

i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you're also grieving for yourself a little bit

Stories are full of impossibilities to teach us to bear the unbearable.