— Fortesa Latifi; Everything There Is

If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?

sculpture by Helena Hauss

who up pushing their boulder

"From Palestine to the Philippines, Smash the US war Machine"

Seen in Zürich, Switzerland

Absolutely despicable kaomoji thanks for that deonis 👍

bitches r like “i can suture the wound that drains you of life. i can close the gash through which your days leak away hour by hour” uhm the wound is endlessly extending 😂 like the tracks of a snake through desert sand

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.