alina-sai
she/her. bi. 20. poetry is l o v e ❤️
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Latest Posts by alina-sai
SEPTEMBER
song of the simple truth: the complete poems - julia de burgos / a september day - george henry / excerpt from a letter to aurelia plath - sylvia plath / french autumn - artem tolstukhin / earthquake weather - janice gould / blue shutters - kim english / a girl ago - lucie brock-broido / little women (2019) dir. greta gerwig / september garden party - jane kenyon / constanze saemann and charlotte foubert photographed by ryan brabazon / september 1st - dante émile
Woman King
King, Florence + the Machine // Circe Offering the Cup to Ulysses (1891), John William Waterhouse // Woman King, Iron & Wine // Macbeth, William Shakespeare // Medusa with the Head of Perseus (2008), Luciano Garbati // Show Your Fangs, The Crane Wives // Gold Dust Woman, Fleetwood Mac // La Belle Dame sans Merci (1901), Frank Bernard Dicksee // Brutus, The Buttress
So, India is dying.
Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.
If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.
A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.
There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.
There is no plan.
Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.
We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.
This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.
We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.
People are dying.
People are dying.
People are dying and there is no plan.
More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.
My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.
Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.
But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.
She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.
So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.
If you can, donate.
Or spread the word.
Help. Please.
not a dream
As most of you know, Croatia has been hit by a pretty big earthquake today, another big one this year (what you should know is that before 2020 we never had huge earthquakes like that and now we had a few pretty big ones in the midst of a pandemic so people including myself really don’t know how to react and it’s stressful and horrible to live through it and I know many people can relate because they’ve went through similar traumatic experiences themselves), there’s been casualties, some villages are completely gone, two towns are basically falling apart, there’s damage in the town where I live (Zagreb), too and my whole house shook like a leaf for a good moment when it was happening, and I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that I thought I was going to die in that moment (my mom shared with me that she basically feared the same) because it felt like the house was going to fall on us because of how bad the earthquake was, thank the Heavens that we’re fine physically and our home is undamaged, but a lot of people were not so lucky and now there’s just so much destruction and sadness and fear left in place where there used to be happy families, peaceful family homes, and victims are still being found/saved and it’s just a lot so I’ll be sharing some posts and resources which people from my country and other countries as well can use if they can help monetarily in any way (if not, even sharing is a huge way to help so please don’t feel bad about yourself if you can’t donate, I understand how rough this year has been and want you all to take care of yourselves).
The first way to help has been shared by Croatia’s Red Cross:
This is the account of the Red Cross from the town hit by the earthquake the most.
take this quiz and i’ll give you a poetry rec 💌
7 possible results, each result is a theme (i.e. love poems, poems of hope, etc) + a list of 5 poems fitting that theme
everytime I remember that lesbian couple that have a marble statue of the two of them embracing and sleeping on a bed together over where their graves will be because the artists didn’t believe they would be able to be married before they died, so what they couldn’t have in life they could have in death, I fucking breakdown
Chess isn’t always competitive. Chess can also be… beautiful. It was the board I noticed first. It’s an entire world of just 64 squares. I feel safe in it. I can control it. I can dominate it. And it’s predictable, so if I get hurt, I only have myself to blame. Anya Taylor-Joy as Beth Harmon in THE QUEEN’S GAMBIT (2020)
Listen up!
You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled
Hit that.
Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern
Yes.
Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in
Tumblr will follow up and help them.
Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!
This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.
YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.
And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.
You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.
This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.
Persephone in a Motel Room is out now!
There are only 3 rules:
I. Feed yourself first.
II. Wear red.
III. You still have plenty left to celebrate.
Persephone in a Motel Room is the modern retelling of the myth of Persephone through poems about transformation, family, love, and reclaiming your freedom.
Described as “snuggling up under a blanket with your favorite vices,” Persephone in a Motel Room is the right book if you want enjoy every step of the journey of becoming who you truly are.
Are you ready to go feral?
Get your copy of Persephone in a Motel Room
P.S. If you’re not in the US, please check your local Amazon site. For example, if you’re from Canada, check and order from Amazon.ca. If you’re from Spain, order from Amazon.es.