Joy Sullivan, from “Almonds”, Instructions for Traveling West
Nobody is ever ready for anything you cant prepare yourself for a relationship its so stupidddd that we get told this like “girll focus on yourselffff”. If you were smart you wouldnt be focusing on anything at all actually cuz nothing matters. But if we r gonna be sold this like true love fantasy then i guess focus on THATTT, fall sooo deep into the fantasy, let it destroy and rebuild you thats whats so good about love. This bubble wrapping urself generation like sorry but i just do not subscribe to this version of love im not happy that the options for me are guys that are “aware of dating rules”. I read GOOD books and watcj GOOD movies cunnnn I see my mum and dad i know what GOOD relationships look like its not “healthy communication “ or like “learning a love language” or “taking space” its explosion explosion explosion bomb bomb bomb holding up a mirror to eachother and hating it and seeing yourself in the things you hate about them and choosing to instead love that about them and yourself cuz yoy cannot change a person. You jhst havr to love them and its always your choice. Love and relationships is literally just destruction and unavoidable change and crisis over and over and over again its meant to obliterate your ego and your partner should every day naturally unconsciously be teaching you something new about the world. Or am i being dramatic lol. Romance exists to explode you and my confusion is this: how do you not love that??
“This Afghan Hound gets a final brush-up before the start of the judging.”
09 February 1974.
Tropical Hibiscus
“It was 5 in the morning, and my wife and children were still sleeping when I saw three bulldozers coming from a distance on the village’s main road,” said Raed Srour, 45. “When they approached, I could see that they were accompanied by several military jeeps, and I understood that it was an occupation demolition mission on its way to the village. I wondered where they might be headed. It didn’t occur to me that they were coming for my house.”
A father of four, Raed Srour didn’t know that on Monday morning, he and his family had just spent their last night in their home in the village of Ni’lin, west of Ramallah. Srour’s family had been living in that house for seven years after almost ten years of hard work, building it stone by stone.
Elsewhere in the West Bank on that same day, Israeli forces moved to demolish several more Palestinian homes: in Beit Ummar, north of Hebron, a seven-floor residential building was demolished, and in Anata, north of Jerusalem, 14 Palestinian properties received demolition orders. Later in the week, Israeli forces demolished a three-floor residential building in the village of Za’tara east of Bethlehem, in addition to several water wells in Tarqumia, west of Hebron. ..."
"According to UN Data, in 2023, Israel demolished 1,178 Palestinian properties in the West Bank. That number skyrocketed to 1,768 in 2024, and since the beginning of 2025, Israel has already demolished 627 Palestinian properties."
https://mondoweiss.net/2025/05/israel-is-on-a-home-demolition-rampage-in-the-west-bank-its-aim-is-to-force-palestinians-to-leave/
leiko ikemura, "floating face," 2007, tempera on canvas
Sometimes I’m fine sometimes I’m like they slowly killed me and no one cares
When I like someone I want to do breathing exercises with them
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
“I don’t mind being killed, but I don’t want them to touch me.”
— excerpt from Antigone by Jean Anouilh (trans. Lewis Galantiere)