π©΅π©·ππ€Twitch Vtuberπ³οΈβπ Digital Artist (He/Him) β£οΈ Suffering the Alectopauseπ©΅π©·ππ€
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i tripped and fell into this ship and now im SAD so THANKS A LOT!!!
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reading gideon the ninth and like at least 100 pages of it feels like real housewives of atlanta.. what do you mean we're all in this one house together oh my goodness the SCANDAL the DRAMA why are the 8th and 9th houses beefing? why is the 7th necro trying to steal harrows wife?? what is going ON lesbians and palamedes???
the strange cool and sad thing about art is that most of the time thereβs a want of an exchange and understanding. I am showing you this thing I made and you will understand me. in my experience it never works like that; every person will have a different meaning and interpretation of our work.
This is cool because personal interpretation is cool. but also there is an impossible void between the feelings and yearnings of the artist and the audience. An invisible call to be seen that will be ignored forever. The intrinsic horror of the unexplained, the un-belabored. This is, itself, art. An underbelly maybe. Can you hear me?
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"READ MY DNI" no. use your block button like an adult. i'm not scrolling through the many-paragraphs-long pinned posts of every blog i reblog something from. if you insist certain types of people aren't welcome in the notes of your posts then it's your responsibility to curate that. or choose a closed social media platform like facebook or instagram. or go and live in a barn away from humanity if you really don't like sharing the world with people who are different from you
~Experimental Utena Doodles~
Here are families who have reached out to me for support this week; please share and donate! (all converted to USD for simplicity)
Mohamed, Diana, and their children - $662 out of $20k goal
Mahmoud Ayyad and family - $10,136 out of $58,167 goal
Sami Hamad and family - $9,200 out of $15K goal
Mahmoud Jehad and family - $10,330 out of $25k goal
The Safaa Family - $2713.77 out of $52,879 goal
Osama Basil - $5,125.07 out of $15,863 goal
Rima and family - $610.23 out of $52,879 goal
Alaa Alseer and family - $948.79 out of $38,206 goal
Jaber AlHaj and family - $3,443 out of $29k goal
Anas Basil and family - $11,896.11 out of $30,670 goal
Ola and family - $66,908 out of $85k goal
Kawthar Ramadan and family - $5,679 out of $52,881 goal
Basma and daughters - $6,670 out of $25k goal
Heba and family - $3,973 out of $30k goal
Eslam and family - $45,455 out of $100k goal
Mariam and family - $957 out of $30k goal
Hussam Al-Qazzaz and family - $615.21 out of $70,055.26 goal
Maram Rafat and family - $6,375.03 out of $57.317 goal
Mohanad and Farah - $5,340 out of $35k goal
Ghazal Naseer and family - $20,364 out of $31,843 goal
Zain and Lana - $3,175.95 out of $105,760 goal
Ahlam - $1,994 out of $50k goal
Ashraf and family - $12,384 out of $21,151.84 goal
Shadi Issa and family - $3,460.35 out of $18,360 goal
Aya and family - $1,534.06 out of $37,030 goal
β Ryan La Sala,Β The Honeys
Yβallβs tags on this tlt WIP are killing me guys Iβ
Memes time β¨
The sixth house is here and owns my entire soul.
Rebuilding Live: A Mother's Plea for Hope and Safety in Gaza
A year has passed since the war began, and we are still aliveβliving bodies, but without hope, without passion. Our bodies are exhausted by constant fear and displacement. I am Noor Al-Anqar, 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail (33 years old) and a mother of three children: Hussein (7 years old), Rajaa (5 years old), and Youssef, our infant (1 year old).
At the start of the war, our home was bombed and completely destroyed. We fled from the north to the south in search of safety, only to realize that there is no safe place.
β’This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.
Iβm writing to you from my tent, which neither shields us from the cold of winter nor the heat of summer. After suffering through the harsh summer heat, we now await the winter with dread, living in torn tents and wearing tattered clothes, amidst severe shortages of basic necessities like food, water, clothing, and most importantly, safety.
β’This is our tent, which does not represent any meaning of the word 'home'.
β’My children are the heartbeat of my heart.
Hussein, who should have started his education by now, has lost his right to learn.
Rajaa, my precious little princess, has contracted hepatitis due to the lack of proper healthcare.
And Youssef, who was just one month old when the war began, is now taking his first steps, but they are steps into an uncertain future.
My children are the most valuable thing I have in this life, and I promise you, I will defy the impossible to ensure they are alright. The war has forced me to start a fundraising campaign to help myself and my family during these harsh times. To my friends on Tumblr, if you cannot donate, you can still help by sharing our story. Every bit of support or help could be the light that guides our path.
Thank you in advance.
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i'll do it for sam
Detail ofΒ Saint Catherine of Alexandria by Caravaggio (1598-99).Β
Thread and bone by Choro Choi
I finished reading Frankenstein
another one for melvikville
happy au i don't know her
Happy Holidays! I hope you all get to eat an endless amount of good food like your stomach is a blackhole!
Have another TLT WIP.
What if Alecto adored her reflection as the descendent of Anastasia?
βWhen she had been earlier born, and less self-conscious, sometimes she would rest her face against the mirror's face, and try to reach her reflec-tion. Camilla had caught her kissing it once, and had written about six pages of notes on that, which was humiliating.β βNona the Ninth
You know the problem with reading a book? You get hooked and then it ends and you feel sad