#alayane

[mounadiloun]

Après "La maison à Jérusalem" d'Amos Gitai, celle du Palestinien Mouayad Alayan

“Une maison à Jérusalem”, le film du Palestinien Mouayad Alayan vient d’être présenté au festival (mostra) de Valence en Espagne. Il a semble-t-il conquis le public et Jaime Polo qui en fait la critique dans Nueva Tribuna. Film sur la mémoire, “Une maison à Jérusalem” l’est aussi parce qu’il fait référence à l’oeuvre du réalisateur Amos Gitai qu’il prolonge en quelque sorte. FESTIVAL DE…

[warningsine]

Director: Muayad Alayan

When a Jewish woman and Palestinian man who are having an extra-marital affair are seen together in public, it results in political espionage.

[artcinemas]

sansa stark might not be part of the key five but she is seven's chosen sacrificial lamb her transition from little bird to alayane stone is literally girl defining seven's biblically accurate transition from maiden to crone. have y'all ever thought of that?

[manyworldsofdarkness]

Vampire: The Masquerade Clans as Dracula Flow quotes

Assamite/Banu Haquim: “Fuck it. I ate the opp.”

Brujah: “I can’t wait to curb stomp you in these ugly ass Rick Owens shoes.”

Caitiff: “I got my DNA test back. Turns out I’m a 100% HIM-alayan.”

Followers of Set/Ministry: "I threw diamonds on the stage at the strip clubs under the great pyramids. I've pushed a camel through the eye of the needle. This shit ain’t nothing to me, man.”

Gangrel: “I’m a dog. I’m bitin’ the fart bubbles in the bath.”

Giovanni/Hecata: “I have the blueprint to the catacombs.”

Lasombra: “Last guy who ran off from the pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly fading into darkness and I let the Archangels take him.”

Malkavian: “Opps was talkin’ crazy. Shot him in the mouth.”

Nosferatu: “they needed a stealth soldier so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my fucking finger prints off. They will not find me. Kon'nichiwa you little ‘git.”

Ravnos: “I sold crack to myself.”

Salubri: “What the fuck is Obamacare? Hey Obama, I don’t care about shit.”

Thin-Bloods: “I’m smokin’ lizard taint.”

Toreador: “My diamonds come from the most horrific situation possible.”

Tremere: “Boy ran off with a Banjo Kazooie. I had to cast a spell on that motherfucker.”

Tzimisce: “Caught a broke boy tryna come up on my Amazon package, so I skinned his ass alive. AAAHHH!”

Ventrue: “If I had a dollar for every time they said I gave a shit, I’d be broke ‘cuz I don’t give a shit.”

[just2bubbly]

I had an fluff request for a gen 2 oneshot but I have got a knack for bringing angst everywhere, so yea :)

Masterlist

Where Family Begins

Ship: Kaider

Words: 2.5k

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Cinder's Perspective:

“Miss Selene, what do you want to say over the fact that you manipulated the Emperor into marrying you?”

Why avoid getting Linh’s device? Is it because this will prevent you from controlling—“ 

“Will the prosthetics provide a hindrance in producing an heir?”

“Are you planning on covering your hand using skin grafting? Is that going to make you feel less ugly?”

“Lunars are back- you’re no less than your tyrant aunt!”

People bombarded her with all these questions and remarks as soon as she left the hall. The flashes were so bright that she closed her eyes in retaliation - the harsh glare of it made her turn around. 

“The press conference is over. Please make way for Her Majesty," the media chairperson behind her announced. 

The reporters were forced to take down the lights, but his words had little impact as the cameras continued to be on. Cinder opened her eyes, and it took a while to adjust to the bright lightning of the room, which was the contrast to the dark nothingness that lay behind her closed eyes. 

Her retina scanner looked at the faces of individuals around her and gave unnecessary databases.

“Miss Blackburn-“ someone yelled, sticking the recorder in her face. Her infographics gave her name ‘Alayan Chein‘ along with basic information and a title that read “The Lunar Queen will kill us “. He seemed to ask a question, but Cinder was too lost to pay attention to it. 

It was clear that her lunar or cyborg identity, or perhaps both, made them despise her deeply. She noted how there wasn’t the comforting blinking of an orange light at the corner of her eye. She was reeling. She was supposed to focus, put her steps forward and get out of this place. 

“We hate you stuck-up Lunars!”

“-the ugly prosthetics make you so unloveable.”

“Show us your true face, Empress. Tell us about your greed.”

She shut her eyes, compelling herself to breathe through a nose.

In. Out. In. Out. 

It didn’t help any, and the voices kept growing louder. Unsure if voices were in her head or from reporters. She could not hear the beating of her heart- breathe breathe b r e a t h e 

Stars! She couldn’t have a panic attack in the middle of the paparazzi! 

“Enough!“

Someone shouted and what followed was a much-needed silence. She wasn’t sure that the person shouting was herself or the media chairperson. She couldn’t remember his name- 

“All of you out now or I will suspend each of your broadcasting rights tonight,“ someone ordered.

This voice was calmer, controlled. Familiar, yet somehow distant. She wanted to open her eyes and look for herself, but she was beyond scared to do it. 

“You have just a minute,” the voice echoed. 

The voices were getting so loud inside her head that she couldn’t breathe. Her lungs felt like being squeezed as the air slowly left her.  She felt like she was dying.

Stars, she couldn’t die here, this would make headlines. She couldn’t leave Kai with the aftermath of this- 

“Cinder, can you hear me?“ someone asked. 

Was someone talking to her? Has she forgotten to answer a question- the voices kept getting louder repeating something again and again. It was getting on her nerves.

She couldn’t find her voice because if she did then she would be screaming her throat sore. And then everyone would be talking about how she mishandled this situation, how Kai made a mistake- no they adored Kai! They would never say that about him. It was always Cinder they hated. They might make up a story of how she was trying to be a victim, while she continues to toy with the Commonwealth.

She had to open her eyes and get up– when did she fall down?!

“Cinder, can you hear me?“ they asked again.

“Yes,“ she cried, “Yes, I can hear you well. Stop screaming in my face- I can’t breathe,“ she sobbed. 

“Calm down, it’s Kai. Listen to me-,“ he said. 

That was Kai, now that the Emperor was here, it was awfully quiet and she was forced to remember how they never bombarded Kai with stupid questions about his fertility, lineage or any blunt comments. With him, it was always about policies, diplomacy events and whatnot.

She felt envious of him. Hated his picture-perfect smile, and charming attitude that read the room right and politely changed conversations in his favour.

Stars, she hated him for having things easy- NO, SHE LOVED KAI, LOVES HIM. She is married to him, how can she even hate this man. She felt someone shake her body, the action pushing her thoughts away. 

“Love, can you open your eyes for me?“ Kai said, so softly that it willed her to follow his command, but the panic buzz in her head and the loud thudding of her heart inside the bony cage, like it was trying to move out to find some fresh air, compelled her to shake her head vigorously, eyes squeezed tightly. 

“There’s no one here, I promise. No cameras or people.“

He held her hand, warm palms drawn against hers, and kept saying assuring words that helped ground her. She opened her eyes, the room swirling around, as she blinked it into focus and when the white walls of the press room glared back at her, she could feel her panic settle down. There was no one around, and it was a miracle how he got so many people to move out so fast, and she couldn’t thank him enough for it. 

“You have to stop thinking-  I’m going to draw circles on your arm and you are going to focus on it or do we want to do the counting exercise?“ He asked, staring into her brown orbs, she mumbled in circles. 

Kai went on to draw circles of various shapes on her arm and she put all of her thoughts into imagining them- one the size of a bangle, another like a well, the rim of a wheel, like her wedding band and that helped soothe her heartbeat. She could breathe and relief washed over her as oxygen around her filled in her lungs driving out the stress-induced blackout from her head. She blinked away the sign of ‘improved breeding pattern‘ hovering in her left corner.

“I feel so embarrassed,“ she sighed, choosing not to meet his eyes.

“Cinder, it’s not your fault and there’s nothing to feel embarrassed over,“ he said still drawing circles on her arm, “- are you feeling better?“ he asked later, tilting her head so she looked at him.

She nodded in a rather unconvincing way but Kai didn’t push.  He pulled her in his sides, such that they were sprawled on the floor, and kissed her on the forehead. For now, his presence was enough.

She hugged him, seeking comfort, “Do you think the reporters are out?“ 

“Do you want me to parade you so that I can show how much I love you?”

“Will you do that?”

And he looked at her incredulously, rolling as he picked her up, muttering a ‘you wound me‘ under his breath and before she could blink, he was standing with her in his arms, staring at her with an abased smile. 

“Kai,“ she hissed, “Put me down.”

“I thought you wanted this.”

“Now I don’t, besides it would look too orchestrated,“ her words seemed to diminish the glee from his face as he put her down on the large table. 

“I don’t know what they said but I don’t want you to be affected. I love you and you love me and no matter what those buffoons say- this fact won’t change,“ he said and she could sense the sentiment behind his voice. 

“I‘m not– well I don’t doubt it. I don’t think what happened—“ she couldn’t fathom how to complete that thought. Kai didn’t say anything about it, holding her hand as she tried to find words to confide in him. 

“They asked questions– about an heir and it was some casual thing and then all of them went into a full-blown interrogation and when we concluded with no questions about a child answered- they went wild and I know it’s a stupid reason to panic over but I did and it feels ridiculous.“ She admitted, face covered.

Kai moved between her thighs and pushed them away, “Do you want to tell me what all this is about?“ 

“I’m scared,“ she admitted.

“And?“ 

“Someone from the Council asked if we planned on having a child a few days ago. They talked about how a lot of things could be solved with it. I know we aren’t trying for a baby but we aren’t opposed to the idea of it as well and I have failed to conceive or maybe have even a pregnancy scare and that’s alarming. I’m just worried, thinking I’m not human enough to have a child,“ she confessed, her ears tumbling. 

The confession hung between the two, Kai didn’t say anything. The silence was more haunting than any argument they could possibly have. They had been married for a few years, and everyone expected a child. She and Kai were considerably young to be parents, in their late 20s, most people their age hadn’t married yet. This was one of the reasons, she didn’t fret much, but with the media and their ministers throwing questions about an heir and her fertility every now and then, a probable fear got to her.

She saw kids of officials and council members playing around on Event Days, their small feet running around in the long corridors of The Palace. Recently, Scarlet had a baby and although it was unplanned, Cinder could see the happiness a child brought into life, she desired that.

A child to fuss over, something that looked like a mini version of Kai and her- with his eyes and her hair, crawling everywhere and having the two wrapped around its requests.

Sometimes the joy of motherhood overwhelmed her so much that she wondered if she would ever be able to be a good mother- her mother although fond of her wasn’t very good, and her aunt never became a mother. That thought always worried her, for however evil they were she didn’t want to be the last of Blackburn.

On those days, Cinder feels inferior. All these other women could do something, she might not be able to. The thought sears into her mind and a wave of heat washes over her. 

“Cinder,“ he muttered, voice laced with worry, “I don’t know which asshole asked that of you but you shouldn’t worry about such things. Not to mention, a child won’t solve our problems and I thought we agreed we weren’t ready.“

“But what if I won’t ever be ready and I can’t give you an heir?“ She asks, her fears of the past few months overtaking logic.

“Love, you don’t know that and the medic did mention that your reproductive parts are intact. You are just letting the people get to you-“ he explained, trying to ease away her fear.

“Kai, but what if I can’t carry it to full term or I keep los-“ she argued, to which Kai pulled her by her shoulders, squeezing them, “Selene Blackburn, you listen to me! I don’t care if we can’t have a natural heir, it might be that I’m infertile- for all I know, my parents struggled to conceive too. I don’t want you to be mentally disturbed over a hypothetical situation that might not even exist in the first place.“

She nodded, his words trying to persuade her, however her vulnerability was more deeprooted than that, “What are you going to do if I can’t have kids?“

“This isn’t really about having kids, is it?“ He asked, quietly, moving away to sit beside her, Cinder felt the absence of his warmth, longing for it. The question leads to a conversation that was long time coming, she knew Kai loved her. But people could be disappointed with their loved ones. She couldn't fathom what would happen if she couldn't do the most basic of human activities: to procreate.

She decided to sit cross-legged, facing him before she answered, “They might have said how you would be encouraged to remarry.“

People talked a lot of things and even if she wasn’t someone to listen to gossip, sometimes it did get to her. She couldn’t imagine the possibility of seeing Kai with anyone else, convinced herself that Kai wouldn’t ever do such cruel things to him- but then there are only a few liberties a monarch can have and remarrying for an heir isn’t one of them.

He sighs, hands drawing across his hair, “I didn’t marry you to produce an heir, Cinder. I married you because I love you and that isn't going to stop. I will never marry anyone else, especially not for something so useless.“

His hand rub up and down her back, but he doesn’t add anything, giving her time to collect herself as he pulls her against his chest. She can hear the quiet thud of his heart, beating against her ear.

“But the Commonwealth needs an heir,“ she stated.

“It does. And I need you, so we figure something out. We try adoption, surrogacy or anything else. And if God forbid a child of our blood, we’ll think of something. But for now and always, I want you to know, that you are all the family I need.“

His words elicit a sob, enveloped in his pine and fresh sheets smell and thinks he smells like home.

“I love you,“ she whispers, placing kisses against the crook of his neck.

“I love you too, Cindy.“

“I‘m sorry- I felt so scared. I didn’t want to fail you.“ She admitted.

“And you won’t fail me. Ever.“

She wonders how she could have thought of Kai abandoning her- the idea seems foolish and baseless, anyone who knows Kai would rebuke it. She stays in his arms longer, pressed against his calf, and leans in.

“I know my speech was very moving but we aren’t trying to make a baby now,“ he jokes, causing her to laugh loudly, head pushed back.

“I had to try,“ she says, getting off the table, her inner messenger, showed varying lengths of texts from her secretary and Torin and others, “- I think I have a meeting to attend.“

“Very well, I’d get going myself,“ he adds, looking lost in thought as he sits still. She turns to catch his glance, he is almost gloomy, head bent low.

“You okay?“ She asks, drawing closer to him.

“Oh, yes- I was thinking,“ she hmms in reply, as he continues, “-I was just wondering if I ever made you feel like, well, replaceable.“

“Oh Kai, you are- you never made me feel like that. You make me feel like the most loved person on Earth and Luna and- I was scared and the Council was being increasingly mean without you there. I’m sorry I let it get to me.”

“Cinder, would you tell me soemthing?“ He asks, “-like something to make it right.“

She is confused over his words, but still nods in affirmation.

“-tell me who made you feel like that,“ he says and now Cinder understands his meaning and responds, “Kai, you can’t punish them for being realistic.“

“Making you feel weak isn’t realistic, Cinder.“ He points out.

“I don’t want to antagonise you-“

“I‘m the Emperor, I don’t plan to be friends with everyone,“ he returned.

She sighed, not able to figure a way out of this situation.

“If you don’t want to speak, it’s fine. I will ask Torin to look into it.“ He announces, hopping off the table and arranging his suit, before walking.

“What will you do?“ She asks, following up behind him.

“Nothing evil, I assure you.“

“I don’t want you to pick my fights,“ she tells him, making him stop in his tracks, as he turns to face her.

“I‘m not picking up your fights, I’m just trying to ensure that I don’t have officials that question your authority. That’s why I just need you to tell me names,“ he requested.

“Kai, I know it’s foolish but I want you to let it go,“ she asks of him, a tight-lipped smile that conveys her plead.

He sighs, pulling her body against his as they start walking down the corridor, “Just this time, however, you have to promise that you would come to me if you ever feel like that.“

She nods instantly, he rolls his eyes at her action, “You’re too soft at times.“

Chuckling at the words, she changes the conversation, talking about other things. Later that day, when the said officials approach her with tail between their legs, Cinder knows.

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tagging: @gingerale2017 @impossiblesuitcase @fangirlforever0704 @slmkaider

[softenedsunbeams]

why not limit it to blood? tear pressure washing

thatz just dalt water. you're just alayanicing

[esther-dot]

hello! i’ve followed for a while but never talked to you. thank you for being such a great jonsa and asoiaf source. i’ve been thinking lately about how sansa’s vale arc might proceed and was curious if you know of any theories about when/how her marriage to tyrion might end.

sansa needs to be unwed for littlefinger’s schemes to work. he seems to want sansa to believe he’s just waiting around for tyrion to die, but that doesn’t seem in character for him. it seems more likely he is actively trying to end her marriage behind the scenes.

do you think she’s likely to stay married to tyrion for much longer? or might her married/unmarried state end up as convoluted as the northern succession, maybe with a decree of annulment floating around somewhere like robb’s will?

Aw! Thank you so much for saying so! I really enjoyed your tags contributing to the Rhaegar & David parallels, and your post about his name.

I haven't been reading much meta this year, so I may have missed it, but I don't know that we've ever developed a specific theory about when Sansa's marriage to Tyrion would be handled! We've sometimes talked about a nice ol' widowing which is fun (but not what we'll get imo), @kellyvela found an exchange in which Martin said that someone doesn't have to go to the High Septon for an annulment but obviously will have to request it in their own name and it would reveal their location (link), so that means, it can't be safely done while Sansa’s pretending to be LF's daughter. She could do it once in Winterfell, and we've talked about the possibility of Tyrion trying to bring the North to Dany's side in DoD 2.0 via his marriage to Sansa, and if that is the route Martin wants to go, it would be pretty juicey, and really fuel Tyrion's rage if Sansa has already had their marriage annulled. That's a fun way to play it.

We've also talked about post a girl in grey trip to the North, considering loyalty to Ned and hatred for Lannisters, the North might just say fuck it, we don't recognize that forced marriage. Or, and I really do think this is possible for drama's sake, we have the two religions, and they might use that to defend not recognizing the marriage and, considering the byronic Jon quote, and how often bigamy pops up in gothic/victorian lit, I don't dismiss the idea that Sansa might marry someone before the old gods prior to an annulment being secured. That might mean, the annulment doesn't happen until close to the end of the story. I personally like the idea of a secret Jonsa wedding, but lot's of Jonsas expect it to be public after R+L=J to reconcile the Jon KitN turning out to be a Targ debacle. Either way, this would mean when Jon reunites with his friend Tyrion, they're both married to Sansa which is also a very sick twisted fun way to play it! (Stop throwing tomatoes, y'all know that would be funny!)

As for LF's current plans, I have no idea! He believed Cersei would end Tyrion, he'd then get rid of Cersei, and that at that point he could reveal who Sansa was:

"A marriage . . ." Her throat tightened. She did not want to wed again, not now, perhaps not ever. "I do not . . . I cannot marry. Father, I . . ." Alayne looked to the door, to make certain it was closed. "I am married," she whispered. "You know."

Petyr put a finger to her lips to silence her. "The dwarf wed Ned Stark's daughter, not mine. Be that as it may. This is only a betrothal. The marriage must needs wait until Cersei is done and Sansa's safely widowed. And you must meet the boy and win his approval. Lady Waynwood will not make him marry against his will, she was quite firm on that." (AFFC, Alayane II)

No man can wed me so long as my dwarf husband still lives somewhere in this world. Queen Cersei had collected the head of a dozen dwarfs, Petyr claimed, but none were Tyrion's. (TWOW, Alayne I)

The mention of the queen's name made her stiffen. "She's not kind. She scares me. If she should learn where I am—"

"—I might have to remove her from the game sooner than I'd planned. Provided she does not remove herself first." (AFFC, Alayne I)

Cersei had the motivation to go after Tyrion, so it made sense to me he thought she'd handle it, and then he'd handle her, but seeing as what he wants to do is reveal Sansa as herself, get the KotV to go North and reclaim Winterfell, I'm not sure what he is currently planning, now that he says his timetable is screwed? Unless he thinks the mayhem of KL, Cersei's current trouble there, Aegon and then Dany's arrival will allow him to get the annulment undiscovered? Cersei is at odds with the High Septon, so maybe he thinks he could get away with it? That doesn't make sense to me though, not with the way news flies. I guess the weather is something of a shield, but not enough. Maybe he planned to kill someone and try to pass them off as Tyrion? Marry Sansa to Harry quickly after and take her North where Cersei wouldn't be able to get her? The emphasis is on Tyrion being alive, not the annulment, but maybe that's a misdirect. I really can't say. If any of you have spec, let me know and I’ll reblog it!

[alielyan]

Title: "I Am Ali Alayan: Our Family's Story… Help Us Live With Dignity"

My name is Ali Alayan, I am 31 years old, and I am a son of a family torn apart by war and burdened with suffering. We were a simple family, dreaming of a stable life in our modest home in Gaza. But the bombing took everything from us—our home, our peace, and our hope. We were forced to scatter, with some of us in the north and others in the south, each living under unbearable conditions.

Our Story:

My father, Ahed Alayan, 55 years old, and my mother, Raeda Alayan, 54 years old, have always been the pillars of strength for our large family. But after losing our home, we were displaced. My father now lives with my younger siblings in northern Gaza, under constant bombardment. Meanwhile, my brother Mohammad (26 years old) and I fled to the south with our families, where we now live in a tent in Al-Zawaida.

I live with my wife, Hanin (22 years old), and our three children:

Sham (5 years old): A little girl who longs for a warm bed and the toys she lost.

Zina (4 years old): Struggling with malnutrition, she lacks the healthy food she needs to grow.

Ahed Jr. (1 year old): A baby who spends his days crying from hunger and cold, in need of care I cannot provide.

Life in the Tent:

The tent where my brother Mohammad and I live with our families offers no shelter from the harshness of nature. In the summer, the heat is suffocating, and in the winter, rainwater floods the tent and the cold becomes unbearable. My children sleep on the cold ground and often wake up crying from hunger. Mohammad and I work tirelessly to meet our basic needs, but opportunities are scarce, and survival has become almost impossible.

My Father’s Struggle in the North:

My father and the rest of our family in the north face even greater challenges. The bombing never stops, and hunger has become a constant companion. My father, who has always been our protector and role model, is now unable to provide for the family. His only dream is to reunite us under one roof, but he lacks the means to make that dream come true.

A Heartfelt Plea:

I, Ali Alayan, am writing to ask for your help during this crisis. We are not asking for much—just enough to restore our dignity and humanity. I want to see my children play in safety and to reunite with my parents and siblings. I dream of a simple house that brings us all together, far from fear and hunger.

Your donation can provide us with:

A safe home where we can live together as one family.

Essential supplies like food and medicine for my children and family.

An opportunity for my children to have a dignified life, education, and a better future.

How You Can Help:

Every contribution, no matter how small, can make a significant difference in our lives. Your donation could mean milk for Ahed Jr., a bed for Sham and Zina, or safety for my entire family.

Please help us rebuild our lives and reunite our family. Your generosity and compassion are the only hope we have left.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart,

Ali Alayan

[boghermit]

I got my DNA test back

Turns out I'm one hundred percent HIM-alayan

[mrbigosapagibig]

"Hindi na pwede yung naglalaro kalang tapos sayo ako'y sabik. Sawa nadin akong mag sabi na ako nalang ulit, ako nalang ulit. Maraming pang mas pwedeng pag alayan ng pagibig kong 'lang kapalit."

[lovedyanine]

what was your greatest fear and how did you conquer it?

fear is nature as a human and im human. it is natural emotion especially if we have no idea on the things we have to do. as i have read the question, i dig in my heart and ask "ano nga ba?"

i have a lot of fears and i don't know which one i fear the most. takot ako na walang patunguhan lahat ng sakripisyo na ginagawa ko. i fear that all the thinngs i've work hard for, became nonsense. i have a lot of what ifs that turn into fear. paano kung hindi ko maabot ang mga pangarap ko? at paano naman kung maabot ko nga, mag-isa naman ako? what if i gave my best pero not enough pa rin?

i learned to faced and conquered some of my fears before. why?how? it is because wala naman akong choice kundi tanggapin, harapin kahit mahirap.

as i write this, i realized that maybe my greatest fear is to do everything, giving my best tapos maubusan ako ng oras. nag aaral ako, nagbi-business, nagpapakapagod,nangangarap pero what if i run out of time? paano kung yung gusto kong pag alayan ng lahat, umalis dahil ubos na ang oras nila? paano naman kung ako yung kinulang sa oras?

i think that was my greatest fear and i dont think i can conquer it.

'to have a goal and dreams not fulfilled :['

[wmab]

UKOPA

Ikaw ang una kong pag-ibig. Ang takdang itatangi mula pa sa unang paghinga. Itinatak sa bawat pulo ng di malirip kong pagkatao. Pinaglalagakan ng marupok kong tiwala at unang pinag-alayan ng musmos kong kasarinlan.

Ikaw ang aking unang pag-ibig na hindi na yata magwawakas sa aking palagay. Palaging mahal. Hindi mawawala kahit minsang kalimutan. Tarakan man ng hinagpis at multuhin man sa bangungot ng nakaraan at kasalukuyan. Maghihintay sa pagbabago. Magtitiwala sa mga pangako. Lito man, takot, o di sigurado. Mananatiling gumigiliw sa mga awiting nagpapatawad. Sa mga dahong tumutubo pagkatapos bumagsak. Mag-gagawad ng pag-intindi. Malakas ang loob at di duwag.

Ikaw ang una kong pag-ibig at syang umuukopa ng aking kasaysayan. Habambuhay naka-ukit sa mga haligi ng aking nagdaan. Sa tagumpay man o sa pagkatalo. Sa gumapang man o sa tumakbo. Ikaw ang unang pag-ibig na humihigit sa dibdib at sumusubok ng pagkatao. Ikaw ang isa sa mga dulo na hindi na pupwedeng balikan. Ikaw ang una at sana ay ikaw na rin ang huli kong kabiguan.

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-Wag Mo Akong Bitawan (WMAB)

[mistermeanor]

“I TOOK THREE LIMITLESS PILLS TO LIMIT MYSELF.” Is probably the most raw line I’ve heard this year

+ honorable mention:

“They're sick in the head, they forgot I'm him I'm the Him-ulation, I am Him Kardashian Him-buktu, Him-on and Pumba I got my DNA test back Turns out I'm one-hundred percent Him-alayan.”

[bisthefairy]

ALayans's s omean to me, she won't be.leive me that they make guns for certain animals, to shoot them, she's just like, uhhh the bullet will hurt them

"it will"-her as i type this

TELL HER, ELEPHANT GUNS AND MICE GUNS ARE REAL, PLEASE TELL HER, I NEED THIDS

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In June 2024, the International Women’s Alliance hosted its third international assembly in Penang, Malaysia, drawing hundreds of women involved in grassroots, anti-imperialist and national liberation movements around the world,…