#fatima… girl

[alexanderpearce]

something really bad happened in australian parliament yesterday. this is real

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: i often asked myself / do i want love / or do i want proof that i am loveable?]

[veudluar]

Adele Fátima no carnaval de 1980, Rio de Janeiro. Foto: Bruno Barbey.

fonte: fadotropical no twitter

[asoftepiloguemylove]

I WANNA BE HAUNTED / I WANNA BE LOVED

Richard Siken Wishbone // とつくにの少女 The Girl From the Other Side: Siúil, a Rún wr. Nagabe // Marina Tsvetaeva // Shirley Jackson The Haunting of Hill House // Fatima Aamer Bilal being unwanted is a language // Angela Carter The Company of Wolves // pinterest // Fariha Róisín How to Cure a Ghost // Morrissey in an interview with David Thomas // pinterest // Hanya Yanagihara A Little Life

[fatimaamerbilal]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s all the blood in my mouth screams devastatingly desperate, miserable girl.

[blackwomenrule]

[annikamaja8-blog]

"My first love is stuffed in my dirty, torn briefcase

With my scarred fist clenching the handle

And every love that comes after

Is simply a new feather hat

That goes a top my shiny new hair-do and dead ends"

-Anni

I took inspiration from a poem by Fatima Aamer Bilal, the original poem sits below the text:

[thefamiliarstrangers100]

“I wonder what goes on in God’s mind when he watches his creation suffer—partly at the hands of His other creation and mostly at His. Does it ache the same way it does for us? Does He cry the same tears that soak our pillows? Does Heaven shudder at the sound of a heartbreak? Does God bleed in the same places as we do? Does God really reside in a broken heart? Does God sneak into the crooked shadows of our souls? If not, where does He go when we lose our light to the same Devil who once worshiped the same God? Does God’s sorrow mirror our own? I wonder where it cuts the deepest for Him when justice isn’t served. I wonder where it bleeds profusely for Him when a man breaks his promises, when he raises his hand against a woman, when a father loathes himself as his child cries out in hunger, when a baby is murdered with a three-pronged arrow, or in a bombardment. Where does it ache, God, when an innocent is punished for a crime he didn’t commit? Where does your mercy weep the hardest? 

If God does, in fact, bleed in response to human suffering, where would that wound be? I wonder if it hurts God in the same place it hurts us when we fall. Does God suffer alongside His creation? But I can say for sure that His silence intensifies our bleeding when these wrongs go unpunished and when a broken heart isn’t healed. And that He bears this burden of humanity’s suffering more than we do as a consequence of His own guilt of orchestrating it in the first place. Everytime our prayers fall on deaf ears, even the foundation of Hell quivers with disgust. The responsibility for human pain and injustice, by all means, should weigh heavily on God, not just as a bystander but as an active participant whose decisions and actions, but more so, His inactions, contribute to the misfortune of His creation. A burden similar to the weight of His own sin, a consequence of His choices, making the suffering of humanity a direct reflection of Him. The first sin wasn’t eating the forbidden fruit, it was the refusal to stop it when You had the power to intervene.”

— Syeda Zehra Fatima; IG: @/syeda.zehra.fatima

[astoldbychae]

One thing for sure, two things for certain...Melo has exquisite taste. I ain't gon' hold you...

Marguerite (ex-wife) // Monet (current girlfriend) // Fatima (collegiate side ting) 🙃

Melo's story ramblings below the cut

Alright, so boom…I was listening to music (when I should’ve been napping) and the playlist was GIVING…

Coco Jones “ICU” came on and it gave me a story idea and I’ve been jotting down notes since. I tend to use my random gameplay moments to guide what happens in Melo’s story and so far it’s just been fun gameplay but it’s been helpful because my ideas end up coming full circle when I press play. It’s like reassurance honestly!

Anywho, I’ve been debating how I want to write Melo’s story for THEE longest. No, seriously...way longer than I should have. I'm a recovering perfectionist and an artist whose sensitive about her shit...or whatever, so this is an ongoing battle. Dialogue is always my biggest challenge because I know exactly how I want the scene to go but I get confuzzled on who should say what and how etc…Issa work in progress and practice makes better. Right? So there’s that! But I am slowly working on his mini series/story. Emphasis on mini series because my brain gets overwhelmed when things don't have an end date. It’s literally been living rent free (with many renditions) in my notebook for damn near 3 years now. 😳

I'm prepping to do my bi-annual cc clean and prepping for the new update (once it's safe to update all the cc tings) but I have a title and have sorta kinda mapped out how many "chapters" this mini series will have. I've had to slowly start a new save for him because of the lag and I want to get into downloading more builds from the gallery and cc-ifying them myself and/or building sets myself. My pinterest board is full of ideas at this point but I'm excited.

[picspammer]

A beloved animal returning from the dead, now we've seen this before... Ohhh, ghost dog. No no no, no ghost dog, resurrected dog!

[visualtaehyun]

Flat Girls (2025), dir. Claire Jirassaya

-- starring Earnearn Fatima, Fairy Kirana, Apo Wachirakon, and Boy Pakorn

Synopsis:

Jane is the daughter of a police sergeant. She has lived her entire life in the same block of police flats—subsidized government housing provided to policemen and their families—since birth. Following the death of her father, Jane and her mother must prepare to leave. As their moving date approaches, Jane reflects on a youth spent within the confines of the police flats. Memories surface from her past as a chubby-cheeked high school student still questioning her sexuality. These memories bring past secrets to light: secrets Jane has never told anyone.

(source: StarLightYNews)

(source: EMouTHGossip)

[ivynightshade]

little girl, you'll grow up, but the malice on your tongue will forever be the words of your father. / every time he opens his mouth, you think it's to shout. it's not. // what are memories of childhood if not quicksand? swallowing you whole.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘shame is a girl’s second skin.’

[verba-docent-exempla-trahunt]

“Elle a le regard fragile, pas sûr, pas certain, dur et délicat, doux. Des yeux marron, presque noirs, ténébreux. Elle oscille entre légèreté et sérieux. Elle rit de tout, des autres et surtout d’elle-même. Elle dit que le rire protège.”

— Fatima Daas, La petite dernière

[saranghae-hoe]

Undead Girl Muder Farce, Episode 8

[nocternalrandomness]

Barbara Carrera on the set of the James Bond film Never Say Never Again (1983)

[blackwomenrule]