ADTO... W

I survived from death yesterday al hamdulliallah people died front of me.they launch missiles away from me and family and my relatives 10m away from us.

Translation: What a shitshow. This years Eurovision has gone to hell. And it's first and foremost the EBU's fault.

Also, excerpt from the same article:

Throughout the course of the Eurovision Song Contest, the EBU has acted as if they live in a parallel universe. Eurovision is one thing, the world outside something else. The EBU has stuck its head in the sand. Shoved the problem under the rug. Held their hands over their ears and shouted LALALALALA. They appear to have done everything they can to pretend it's possible to hold an apolitical event in a world that's on fire. We have come together to be "united by music", they say, but the sharpshooters on Malmö's rooftops have nothing to do with us! In its struggle to remain apolitical, the EBU has become like a small fascist state in itself, where the artists' space for expression and action has been reduced as much as the undergarments of the Spanish dancers. It is reprehensible.

Reminder again to BOYCOTT EUROVISION 🇵🇸

Don't watch, don't vote.

OKAY CAN SOMEBODY EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THE FUCK YOU SHIP A PACKAGE OF COOKIES TO A FRIEND WHO LIVES IN NEW JERSEY, ONLY TO HAVE IT NOT GET THERE ON TIME BECAUSE IT SOMEHOW ENDED UP IN GUAM?

I JUST

GUAM?

The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1914-1923

Hori might have done Dabi and Hawks dirty but I have to say I love the switcheroo he pulled with their general personalities: the way Hawks’ hero persona is a bold, charismatic optimist and Dabi is initially presented as more of the edgy loner type… only to do a full 180 and reveal that Dabi is an unhinged theater gay while Hawks isn’t very outwardly emotive when he’s not playing a role.

Light answers a tough question

text ID: DESPERATE EMPIRES STRIVE TO CONVINCE YOU THAT YOUR FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION IS MERELY A BAUBLE SIGNIFYING THEIR MIGHT AND RIGHTEOUSNESS /end text ID remix of the iconic photograph "the cock (kiss)" by wolfgang tillmans. expressing my disdain for pinkwashing as a nonsensical pretext for colonial violence.

the reluctant bride, august toulmouche / lila cerullo, my brilliant friend

i don’t have the heart to finish the rest of this poem in my journal…come back. steal all the flowers. come back, just come back…

words: khaled juma / photograph: sidra and suzan hassouna (inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajiun)