ALTevery day i'm reminded why i love lae'zel so so much
you may walk out of the underworld but you have to trust that she is behind you. do not look back to check.
i trust that she is there
i trust that she is there (i think)
i trust that she is there (please?)
i trust that she is there (can you hear me?)
i trust that she is there (say something so i can hear you)
i trust that she is there (what if it’s a lie?)
i trust that she is there (i can’t even see her shadow on the wall)
i trust that she is there (SAY SOMETHING)
SAY SOMETHING.
look behind.
#jesus.#orpheus and eurydice#as a poem#using a poll#this is probably the greatest exploitation of mediums i have ever seen op#every reader has the chance to become part of the text by voting#not the subtext#the TEXT#and i love me some ephemeral works in concept#you had to be here for this one week#and then the text is locked#(barring any edits to the original post of course)#and i just think that's so beautiful#beauty springs from the simplest things viewed askew#and all you need is a poll that accepts long enough strings (via couchcrusader)
and then THE FINAL RESULT. where “look behind” came so so so close to winning, but “i trust that she is there” came out ahead by 0.1%. so maybe, maybe, we did it right this time. maybe this time we were able to save her.
Where is the International protection the Palestinian people is entitled to when the occupying power violates international law and harms those it is obliged to protect. Aren't Palestinians lives worth saving?
‘girl with a gorgeous voice sings in a weirdly industrial space that actually has incredible acoustics, turning the song into a heavenly choir of one’ is such a SPECIFIC genre of video and i never get tired of it
‘Thoth and the Chief Magician’, 1925. Evelyn Pau
I love tumblr. I fucking love tumblr. Where else am I going to find shit like this
" Men in Gaza do cry.
When they lose their homes that they spend their
whole lives building, they cry
When they see their dreams and hopes getting destroyed, they cry.
When they realise how scary and uncertain their future is, they cry.
And because they are human beings, full of feelings and emotions, they cry."
This is an excerpt from a 35-year-old Palestinian's account of life in Gaza under siege.
Ziad has been writing for the Guardian about the realities of the Israeli bombardment, as he, his sister and their pets, flee their home in Gaza City in the hope of survival.
You can read his diary entries in full via the link:
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