elegyformysadness
i thought the earth remembered me
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elegyformysadness · 6 hours ago
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embarassing! this person tried to defend their ideology by saying it is "human nature" while the opposition is "unnatural"
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elegyformysadness · 17 hours ago
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elegyformysadness · 17 hours ago
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Fady Joudah, from “I Seem As If I Am: Ten Maqams,” in [...]
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elegyformysadness · 17 hours ago
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Ivan Pokidyshev Silence, 2023 Oil on canvas.
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how do you think you can tell if you're in love?
the arrow in your heart
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elegyformysadness · 17 hours ago
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sevdaliza !!
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elegyformysadness · 17 hours ago
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Amy, the baby antelope.
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elegyformysadness · 17 hours ago
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sorry for complaining so much it’s just that I need to
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Gaza Fights for Freedom (2019) | dir. Abby Martin
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elegyformysadness · 17 hours ago
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There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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elegyformysadness · 2 days ago
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Pil Hwa
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I just don’t have it in me anymore (relieved)
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extravagant journaling setup
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^ Susan Sontag describing herself in her journal.
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isabelle adjani, 1980, by hervé guibert, jardins de plantes, paris
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elegyformysadness · 2 days ago
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what’s meant for me will find me yes but I also have to meet it halfway and encourage it to happen so it does
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