my favorite thing about the painting Saturn Devouring His Son is that Goya didn’t name any of his Black Paintings and died before their discovery so we just assumed that’s what the painting was depicting. like we’re just hoping that this painting we found in Goya’s dining room of a terrible giant eating a beheaded corpse is a depiction of Saturn eating his kid. praying, even.
i can't wait until hilary or kamala or whoever wins and this comic absolutely explodes on here
Andrew Wyeth, The Carry, 2003, Tempera on panel
El muchacho de los ojos tristes
I say this as a black immigrant from a third world dictatorial country that has faced genocide and is actively facing ethnic cleansing, stop tokenizing people’s traumas and oppression.
these are actual people facing traumas that you cannot begin to conceptualize, stop using their existence and/or deaths as morality tokens on the internet. it’s becoming less about the literal genocides taking place in various countries and more about morality competition.
posting/using people’s deaths as a talking point is disingenuous. stop weaponizing the traumas of the oppressed to feel morally superior than strangers on the internet, these are actual human beings, are not talking points.
anyways, here’s is a master list on how you can educate yourselves and provide resources to people in Palestine. Additionally you can follow @LetsTalkPalestine on instagram and join their broadcast channel to stay informed and updated.
this is a link to assist in humanitarian efforts in Haiti
link to assist with humanitarian efforts in the Democratic of Congo
link to assist with humanitarian in Sudan
The story began suddenly; we woke up to the sound of deafening rockets and violent explosions shaking the ground. These loud screams haven't stopped until now, and fear ran deep within us with every new roar.
Then came the shocking news: we had to leave our homes immediately and evacuate south towards Rafah. The orders were clear; everything in the north was vulnerable to bombing and invasion. We ventured out amidst growing tension, carrying a faint hope that we would return to our homes within two or three days, but reality was harsher than we imagined.
On our way, civilian evacuees were subjected to targeted attacks, and innocent victims fell everywhere. We reached Rafah, a city where we knew no one. We began to build our tents amidst the sand and stones, in a desperate attempt to create a temporary shelter that would protect us from the flames of conflict and its fierce winds.
We are today on day 215 of the war, and the attacks do not stop, the situation is heading towards genocide, dispersal, and displacement. We have no shelter, and everything we had has been bombed, and there are no words to describe the magnitude of the collapse we are suffering and the suffering we are going through. We are in danger, and at any moment we may lose our lives.
But the tent, despite its simplicity, was not enough to protect us from the cold nights and the heat of the day.
The conditions were harsh, and the suffering was immense, as we had only a few resources and equipment to sustain us.
All the people ask?
Where is the next hell? There is no interface and no clear way.
Please help me evacuate from G@za before they enter Rafah.
I do not want to die here
Unrestrained summer fun
* crazy tire-screeching noises*
love this image bc what did the princess do to make the crowd shout and throw tomatoes at her. i know it wasnt nothing
believe women
Rio Grande do Sul is currently going through extreme flooding and the government is basically doing nothing about it.
i miss when someone would post an image and then another person would reblog from them with seemingly the same image but there was a lucky luciano hidden in there somewhere. and you spent 5 minutes looking for it. do you remember how we used to play
I noticed you haven’t been online in 10 hours, is therapy finally working?
this websites hate mail game is ruthless
is therapy not working anon?
I’m cocked in for my tumblr shift boss
It’s illegal to bully people with dickslexia so have fun in jail
don't meet your idols, kiddos
