fotojournalismus:

Smoke rises from Tuffah neighbourhood after Israeli air strikes in the east of Gaza City on July 29, 2014. (Mohammed Saber/EPA)

fotojournalismus:

Smoke rises from Tuffah neighbourhood after Israeli air strikes in the east of Gaza City on July 29, 2014. (Mohammed Saber/EPA)

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

—Sylvia Plath (via sweetlimesoda)

mistergoodlife:

A photo worth a thousand words...

mistergoodlife:

A photo worth a thousand words...

standwithpalestine:

Do you remember how big a deal it was in the media when Israel accused Hamas of this? 
Do you see how the information that Hamas weren’t behind it is not being covered by the media?
Over 1,000 dead in Gaza. This was another genocidal Zionist lie.

standwithpalestine:

Do you remember how big a deal it was in the media when Israel accused Hamas of this? 

Do you see how the information that Hamas weren’t behind it is not being covered by the media?

Over 1,000 dead in Gaza. This was another genocidal Zionist lie.

junyiwu:

Tiny plants.

junyiwu:

Tiny plants.

White people get so angry at the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people.”

I will never understand why.

Why are you so angry that you are being treated as actual human beings? You are not reduced to caricatures, but portrayed as characters. You are treated fairly, judged not by your skin tone, but by the ways that you carry yourselves, by your actions.

Why do you want to experience racism so badly? It is not fun to be mocked, dehumanized, attacked, killed, incarcerated simply for daring to exist. It is not fun to know nothing of your history or family because it was torn apart, whether through distance or death. It is not fun to hear, at every turn, comments reminding you of your lesser status as humans.

Do you really want to turn on the tv, open a magazine, watch a movie, play a video game, and not see yourself? Or, even better, to only see yourself as a criminal, as a drunk, a mocking stereotype, or as someone to be killed off? Or would you rather see fleshed out, well-written characters with lives and personalities and feelings? I know which I’d rather pick.

If I were a white person, the phrase, “You cannot be racist towards white people,” would be the best thing I could ever hear.

—i finally put some thoughts into words // thedeathcats  (via christinebaranskis)

staceythinx:

Hanging gardens by Rebecca Louise Law

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.

Virginia Woolf, From a diary entry dated 5 November 1931 (via mirroir)

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