I Am Patiently Waiting For Him To Show Up

Joan Tierney Why Are You Haunted? / @/oceaii (tumblr) / Liv Ullmann Changing / The Elektra Complex / Rosario Castellanos Monologue of a Foreign Woman from "Meditation on the Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology of Poetry / unknown / @/violentcherries (tumblr) / @/nutnoce (tumblr) / Jean-Paul Sartre Nausea / unknown

i. Joan Tierney Why Are You Haunted? [ "This haunting is architectural. It is not about you. It is about where you are. There are bones in the foundation. This house is a graveyard. This house is a corpse. You are inside the corpse. That makes you the maggot." ]

ii. @/oceaii (tumblr) [ Black and white illustration of a deer. The deer looks forwards in the first panel and turns back to face the audience in the second panel. "Turn and face / the person you've become." ]

iii. Liv Ullmann Changing [ "I will never forget the loneliness I knew as a child. For a period in my life I hid behind a mask. Did not want to acknowledge any longing. / Now it is a part of me-something I can share. / Both the loneliness and the longing." ]

iv. The Elektra Complex [ "If you were to peel the skin of me apart as a fig's, you would finally understand. I am my mother's daughter. From poisoned seeds sprout poisoned fruits." ]

v. Rosario Castellanos Monologue of a Foreign Woman [ "I didn't want / to be the dead star / that uses borrowed light to survive." ]

vi. unknown [ Black and white illustration of two deer. They are both labeled with words. The deer in the background says "just be." The deer in the foreground replies "just being is the hardest part." ]

vii. @/violentcherries (tumblr) [ "the environment you are not thriving in is not yours forever / IT'S OKAY TO LEAVE / ... / IT'S OKAY to abandon the things you used to love" ]

viii. @/nutnoce (tumblr) [ Black and white illustration of a scorpion doing chores. It's tail just barely curls over the front of a clothes line. Various pairs of socks hang from the clothes line. It stands before a bucket with more clothes inside. "I come from the toughest, meanest place you can imagine. / I want to be gentle, I want to die gently, but / It seems that when life gets hard / I have to get harder to match." ]

ix. Jean-Paul Sartre Nausea [ "I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar." ]

x. unknown [ "1. Man is a MORAL animal. / 2. You can get human beings to do anything - IF you can convince them it is moral. / 3. You can convince human beings that anything is moral." ]

i've said this before but it bears repeating: a concerning amount of information circulating on this website about islam directed towards non-muslims comes from conservative sources and paints a very specific and narrow image of an extremely diverse religion. outsiders have this fictitious understanding of a monolithic islam, and somehow it is always the most dogmatic and overzealous and inflexible version of religion they can think of.

the reality of things is that like with all organized religion, there are muslims who are very strict in their practices and interpretations, and there are people who were born in muslim families and are influenced by islamic culture but are not religious, and there is a whole spectrum of beliefs in between these two extremes. this isn't even touching on the matter of different sects and ethno-cultural divergences.

i don't like making direct comparisons, but this is the language most anglophone westerners understand: if all the information about christianity you received was from evangelicals, you would have an incredibly biased conception of the daily life and beliefs of the average christian. you would also have an extremely problematic understanding of christian dogma - and i do mean problematic here as in something that causes problems, something that has harmful consequences. i understand and appreciate that people are usually walking on eggshells when handling issues of marginalized and stigmatized religions, but let's be bluntly open for a second: all organized religions have extremist ideological currents whose tenets directly contradict core progressive and liberatory ideas. accepting those tenets as valid and respectable in the name of battling bigotry is counterproductive and reverberates badly first and foremost on minorities.

the uncritical propagation of conservative (and sometimes straight up fundamentalist) conceptions of islam among non-muslims, especially in fandom/creative spaces that are concerned with political correctness and a genuine will for accurate and respectful representation, feeds a vicious cycle of insidious islamophobia: supposedly progressive depictions of muslims confirm the previously internalized bias that all muslims are indeed Like This, and said bias is what makes people swallow literal wahhabi propaganda without blinking in the first place, rinse and repeat.

this point of this post is not to embolden white people to start commenting on intra-community issues; rather it is a plea for people to be a little bit more critical, a little bit more analytically active in their consumption of information. may i suggest, accessorily, interacting with muslims in other contexts than just uhhh "learning". none of my white friends pull this shit, mostly because they have hung out with us enough to internalize the notion that we are... human beings, with a vast array of political and spiritual beliefs.

geto & gojo

It’s 2015. If doctors don’t know how to operate on fat bodies. Then they shouldn’t be doctors. We have enough resources an equipment to deal with “obese” patients. There is no need for the medical community to continue fat shaming. 

Shisui’s Story

Ambassador Shisui Uchiha in the Senate.

Admiral Danzo and Root agents capturing Shisui.

Itachi and the Akatsuki crew rescuing Shisui from Ionath’s Void.

au! Intergalactic Akatsuki  |  Masterpost  |  The Akatsuki Crew

Keep reading

Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.

A tear streams down my left cheek.

Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.

It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.

‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. 

Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.

Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo

It's just very important to me that you know prairie-style gardens exist.

Ok. Thank you. Carry on.

serotonin is stored in the drawing ur favs lookin cute in streetwear