#silent resilience

[andrewdi8]

Amid the quiet, subtle signs of life flicker like neon beacons, whispering of untold stories and echoes of laughter in empty streets.

The city may seem dormant, yet with each glimmer it reminds us: resilience runs deep and the spark of life is never fully extinguished.

Neon lights pierce through the fog, hinting at life just beneath the surface. In quiet corners, something grows, something holds on.

This isn't the end, it's simply the waiting 🌿

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[aengelren]

happy birthday to the girl who killed her world to save the world

[fireflysongbirdperson]

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The genocide in Gaza has not stopped, therefore we won’t stop either, not until Gaza is saved and Palestine is freed.

Don’t stop checking in on the reports about Gaza. Don’t stop talking and posting about it. Keep reblogging, retweeting, amplifying voices, calling and email senators/reps/etc.

[void-tiger]

…sometimes I just. Think about. How literal siblings get stuck with rumors they’re dating, and m-f friendships often don’t get a chance to truly start or develop because of the strain those assumptions and pressure causes…

…while literal same-gender and aspec-affirming couples get slapped with “like siblings” this and “just really good friends” that.

And then how this gets even more reductive with infighting like “m-f friendships can only occur when one of them is homosexual,” or aspecs picking at eachother over rep until it’s a very specific type of aroace on the aroace spectrum of the aspec spectrums (and nobody’s actually happy), and of course fanon ships pitted against gen-no-ships…

…and how everyone just ends up feeling stressed out and invalidated. Because anything—and I do mean anything—that doesn’t fit neatly inside of the heteronormative narrative of “men and women can’t be friends, men and women must be romantically involved, people of the same gender and/or aspec/any other queer identity(ies) must never date.”

And how it makes the queers and cichets alike absolutely miserable.

[diannemead]

EBA - Understanding Emotional Blackmail

#EmotionalAbuse #ArtForAwareness #SupportSurvivors #SocialJusticeArt #SilentSuffering #MentalHealthArt #ArtisticExpression #EmpathyInArt #Resilience

[whoviandoodler]

[Image description: a digital drawing of Thomas from Transatlantic holding Varian's hand and kissing his fingers while crying. We only see Thomas's face and their two hands covered in dripping blood. Behind them are black shards with designery red eyes on them. The pieces is coloured in desaturated blues with red accents. End description.]

We all have blood on our hands.

[kate-apologist]

nothing is ever going to bring my little fanfic heart more joy than a good

[mindfulldsliving]

Overcoming Silent Sons' Struggles: Spiritual Guidance for Latter-day Saint Men

For many Latter-day Saint men, understanding and addressing these emotional hurdles is crucial. This blog post explores the concept of Silent Sons, outlining the unique struggles and offering insights into overcoming these barriers. Embracing this journey

Silent Sons: Healing and Building Healthy Masculinityfor Latter-day Saint Men Have you ever found yourself struggling to express emotions or feeling distant in relationships despite your best intentions? You’re not alone. As depicted by Robert J. Ackerman in “Silent Sons,” many men, especially those raised in environments where emotional expression was stifled, face this challenge. These “silent…

[mental-space-x]

Gratitude Diary

It’s been a pretty good week, I still pretty content. I still feel like I’m mentally insulated from everything going on around me and I’m focussed inwards. I guess the strength of this mental boundary will soon be tested as my new neighbours moved in yesterday. I haven’t met them yet and apart from a brief glimpse as they got off the boat in into their van, I haven’t seen them. I hope it stays…

[kesarijournal]

Behind the Smile

Verse 1:Behind the smile, a broken heart lies,In the silent shadows where dreams die.A face so bright, a laugh so clear,But underneath, the pain is near.Chorus:Broken heart, broken dreams, and a smiling face,A storm that hides in the quiet space.In the eye of the hurricane, there’s grace,But the storm inside, no one can erase.Verse 2:You see the joy, you hear the cheer,But you don’t know the…

[andrewdi8]

In a city caught between shadow and light, neon glows whispers of a life that once was waiting to be revived.

Through the fog, silent streets hold their breath, longing for the sun to break through. The city waits for something powerful or someone brave enough to end this darkness.

And somewhere in hidden places, green life quietly grows a reminder that even in forgotten corners, hope endures 🌌☄️🌱

Sometimes, even when the night feels endless, it's only a moment before dawn.

🎧🎶 City of love by Melene Farmer

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[violetvaughnart]

Beneath the gossamer veil of twilight, four solitary souls gathered in a clearing where the whispers of the forest met the breath of the open sky. A bonfire crackled at their center, an ancient and primal altar of warmth and light in the heart of a world grown cold and dark. The flames danced with an ethereal grace, casting ghostly shadows that flickered across their faces and the tangled brush around them.

The quartet sat in silent reverence, each locked in a private embrace with their own thoughts, the orange glow of the fire kindling a reflection in their eyes that spoke of distant stars of years long past – stars that had once burned in their personal heavens, now dimmed or extinguished by the relentless march of time. Each log that surrendered to the fire's embrace was a metaphor for the memories and moments they clung to, the shared laughter and the solitary tears, now reduced to embers and ashes, testament to the impermanence of all things.

Around them, the night unfurled like a dark tapestry woven with threads of hushed anticipation, the creatures of the dark humming their nocturnal lullabies. Against this backdrop, the individuals seemed to be islands in an ocean of obscurity, adrift but for the golden lifeline offered by the fire's embrace. The flames whispered secrets of resilience, their language written in sparks that ascended toward the heavens, as if in aspiration to join the celestial bodies that kept a silent vigil overhead.

In this circle, time was a wanderer pausing to catch its breath, its footsteps muffled by the carpet of fallen leaves and its passage marked not by the ticking of a clock but by the rhythm of hearts beating in chest. There was a harmony here that sang softly of connection – not just to one another, but to the earth beneath them, the sky above, and the life that thrummed in the veins of the wilderness.

Amidst these elements, a quiet melody of hope threaded its way through the melancholy, a subtle reminder that after every night comes the dawn, that the cycles of life are as much about beginnings as they are about endings. For in the meditative glow of the bonfire, they found an unspoken understanding that even as the world spins on, moments like these hold it still – moments where we are not alone, where we share the firelight, and where we find peace in the embrace of shared humanity.

[fireflysongbirdperson]

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[haveacupofjohanny]

The Journey of an Independent Daughter: A Story of Survival and Growth

Read my latest piece, 'The Journey of an Independent Daughter: A Story of Survival and Growth,' I peel back the layers of what we often mistake for independence, revealing the hidden survival mechanism.

Mi Hija Es Muy Independiente: My Daughter is so Independent A story goes around my family often when someone talks about my childhood. They would say, “You were so quiet, so self-sufficient that your mom would have to go find you sometimes.” When hearing this story, I would equate that to my aggressive sense of independence and how mature I was from a young age. But then, when I started talking…

[pebblegalaxy]

Anechoic Love: Echoes of Longing in the Silent Depths Navigating the Silence of Unreciprocated Feelings

Anechoic Love: Echoes of Longing in the Silent Depths Navigating the Silence of Unreciprocated Feelings #AnechoicLove #UnrequitedLove #Longing #Emptiness #Solitude #EmotionalDepth #SilentDevotion #SoulfulLonging #IntimacyChallenges #EmotionalResilience

In the silent depths,Anechoic love softly weeps,Unheard, yet profound. In the cavernous depths of my soul, there exists an anechoic chamber where the echoes of love reverberate endlessly, unheard and unacknowledged. This anechoic love, devoid of resonance or reciprocation, is a testament to the futility of my affections in a world consumed by indifference and apathy. In this desolate chamber of…

[disteal]

So I haven’t talked about this on main before, but the situation in South Gaza has gotten so horrifying that I’m p much throwing caution to the wind to desperately plead for eyes on this. I’m raising awareness about stories from activists in Gaza right now, including one of our own.

My lovely, wonderful friend Swin (aka tumblr user @combaticon) was deployed as a volunteer medic to a Gaza hospital on the 9th.

When the bloodshed started, she heard they needed extra hands in Gaza, she spoke Arabic and had the training, and she went.

I’ve been in contact with her throughout. She’s so incredibly brave it takes my breath away. My heart bleeds for these children she’s taking care of and how resilient they are is… astonishing.

Swin and these poor people have been under siege for so long, and they’re in desperate need of critical supplies. They have to filter water through their clothes, and it’s getting dangerously cold. Foods finally been getting through, but there’s not enough blankets and jackets to go around and there’s no fuel for the generators.

Their comrades in the West Bank have been completely pushed out by settler thugs. It’s incredibly unsafe to even be doing humanitarian work for Palestinians. Remember this the next time a Zionist tells you they’re doing this to ‘feel safe’. The IOF is arming lynch mobs.

On a personal note, this has been the most gut-wrenching week of my life. Every day when I wake up without a text from her I feel so much fear. I fight back the grief but I don’t know how to help or what to do. It’s terrifying.

Swin has asked for nothing, absolutely nothing other than something it can show the people around it to make them feel like they’re not going to be abandoned. To make sure they’re not forgotten in some pit praying Rafah opens before Israel decides to slaughter them all.

Today was a bad day. She’s alive but beyond worrying about her privacy now; she’s asked me to share this and to beg that we not lose steam and forget about them. Please share this, and please keep being fucking annoying and loud and digging your heels in with fury because we cannot let these people die silently.

[Times of Gaza] [QUD network] [Eye on Palestine]

[link to GCC registration website as the link in this picture is broken]

Please keep in mind that the Global Conscience Convoy is NOT soliciting donations, and registration is to sign up for attendance to the actual event in Cairo. There’s a list of other actions you can do to boost awareness for their protest at Rafah on the website.