Rafah-born author and poet Khaled Juma wrote a heartbreaking tribute to the children of the Gaza Strip amidst the missiles striking his hometown. At least 506 Palestinian children have been killed since Israel commenced its latest invasion of Gaza on July 8, 2014
Photograph #1: A Palestinian boy, who fled with his family from their home during Israeli air strikes, bathes his brother at a United Nations-run school in the Jabalya Refugee Camp in the northern Gaza Strip on July 31, 2014. The school is a designated shelter for Palestinians who were displaced by Israel’s offensive. Photo credit: Mohammed Salem
Photograph #2: A Palestinian girl reacts at the scene of an explosion carried out by the Israeli military that killed at least eight children and wounded 40 more in a public garden in Gaza City on July 28, 2014. Photo credit: Finbarr O’Reilly
Photograph #3: A traumatized Palestinian child is comforted by a man arranging care for him in a hospital in Gaza City following an Israeli air strike on July 9, 2014. Photo credit: Momen Faiz
Photograph #4: A Palestinian child pulls out toys from a box at a local market in Gaza City during a temporary ceasefire on August 6, 2014. Palestinian and Israeli delegations met in Cairo with Hamas demanding an end to the siege on Gaza and Israel demanding a demilitarization of the territory. Photo credit: Lefteris Pitarakis
Photograph #5: A Palestinian boy sleeps at a United Nations-run school in Gaza City on July 14, 2014, after fleeing with his family from their home in Beit Lahya. Photo credit: Mohammed Salem
Photograph #6: Doctors tend to injured children while a young girl sitting on her mother’s lap cries at a hospital in Rafah in the southern Gaza Strip on August 4, 2014. Photo credit: Eyad El Baba
Photograph #7: A Palestinian girl cries while being treated at a hospital in Beit Lahya following after sustaining injuries from an Israeli air strike on a United Nations school in the Jabalya Refugee Camp on July 30, 2014. Photo credit: Khalil Hamra
Photograph #8: Two Palestinians girls celebrate the first day of Eid Al-Fitr on the grounds of a United Nations school in the Jabalya Refugee Camp in the northern Gaza Strip on July 28, 2014. Their families are among the dozens that have fled their homes and sought refuge in the school. Normally, Muslim families in Palestine celebrate Eid Al-Fitr by visiting one another and gifting children with new clothes and shoes. Photo credit: Khalil Hamra
Photograph #9: One-and-a-half year old Razel Netzlream was killed after she was fatally hit by shrapnel from an Israeli air strike on an adjacent home the previous day. Her father carries her body to the funeral in Khan Younis on July 18, 2014. Photo credit: Alessio Romenzi
Photograph #10: A portrait of Shahed Quishta, 8, is fixed to a pillar in her home in Beit Lahya on August 16, 2014, after an Israeli tank fired a shell into the living room. She was killed on July 22, 2014. Photo credit: Khalil Hamra
for god knows what reason, i JUST saw this episode. it was amazing. so good. soo gooood. i kept on freaking out at everything that was happening. my sister just kept looking at me as if she had just found me eating 30 pounds of marshmallow fluff… no one in this house understands my love for parks and rec. at every moment, bam! michelle obama, cones of dunshire, the redwoods, andy in charge, tammy’s back, duke silver, li’l sebastian hologram!!!
image donna going “WHAAAATTT!” that was me, at e-v-e-r-y moment!
"you’re 5,000 candles in the wind."
JUSTICE is what LOVE looks like in public!
Call + Response - Dr. Cornel West (via an-echo)
Heavily armed police fired teargas and rubber bullets to force hundreds of protesters out of the centre of Ferguson, Missouri, on the fourth night of protests over the shooting of unarmed black teenager Michael Brown.
Demonstrators, who for hours had sniper rifles trained on them while they protested with their hands up as an emblem of peaceful protest, complained that they were subjected to military-style tactics as they fled through gas-filled residential side-streets.
i still meet people who tell me racism is dead. its not dead. people now know its wrong and so they disguise it… but it is still very much alive. we have yet come to a time when people truly see each other as equals.
in an instant: it breaks and only tears spill out.
i once heard a great filmmaker, one i admire very much, say that films are just entertainment. i fucking disagree. films can be magical. sure they entertain, help you escape, blah blah blah… they also brake your heart in a beautiful way when it’s telling something all too real for you. this is why i love movies.
sometimes its not the whole story, not the whole movie (or book, song, poem) - sometimes its just a moment, just a phrase: where you’re there hearing, watching and feeling something that only reminds you of yourself. at times its something you’ve never ever shared out loud… its an idea swimming in your mind, a feeling that has been hibernating in your heart or a truth about yourself that you know will one day run you over, but when? and there it is, and you’re moved. its the stuff that if someone cared enough, they could look at and find a piece of you. and it’s scary.
- my own private idaho
- dog day afternoon
- my so called life
- sleepless in seattle
- american beauty
- prelude to a kiss
- the constant gardener
- the hours
- paper man
- i’m not there
- the big c
- cloud atlas
- one day
- blue valentine
- the disappearance of eleanor ridgy
i have lived for 25 years, most of it watching movies… i can go on, but thats enough.
Do not fear death. Death is always at your side. When we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light. If you do not show fear, it cast its eye upon us gently and then guides us to infinity…
Bull to Running Rock (Jet) - Cowboy Bebop (via an-echo)
"cause you’re only given a little spark of madness, and if you lose that… you’re nothing.”
— Robin Williams on our magnificent madness
unreal. all i feel is that this is unreal. much respect for him, he was one of a kind and truly an incredible artist. i hope his soul knows how loved he was and admired.
you said that you didn’t need comrades, but i’m attached to that word- to the point of tears… ♡
i hope the day never comes when i choose to define myself by: my intimate believes, my private life, the illness i suffer from, the demons in my closet, the jobs that help me pay my rent. the way i live my life is not a title.
Q: what are you??
A: an artist.
a human being working on being happy by making those around me happy. i just want to be better than i was yesterday so i create.
i think specifics only isolate us… i believe in ________ - i suffer from ________ - i consider myself a proud ________ - i make a living by ________ - like you last night i slept with a ________….
we’ve come to a time when all we do is discuss the artist; as a person, rather than their work, their professional technique, creative experience, vision, tools, execution! people only wanna know; who are they dating? what are their morals? religious? sinner? famous? selling out?
i know people think that getting person brings us together, that the powder is in the numbers. i’m not so convinced. strangers cant ever really know each other and that leads to assumptions. i HATE assumptions, i dont throw that word around but i mean it here. thats all people do, judge, assume, criticize. formal assumption instead of formal analysis. oscar wilde would be ashamed.
if asked what he was i’m sure he’d just say: an artist.
i recommended this amazing doc back in winter of 2013 as a must see. it has been on netflix for a while now- and truly you MUST see. watch it. watch it. watch it. it will break you. touch you, shame you, inspire you, CHANGE you. you’ll see what love makes. you’ll see that there are people who are made of pure BEAUTY and how magical they can be.
i fell in love with this doc, not because its so sad - but fucking brave! i needed it at the time, i needed to know that under, around and within all of the injustice, suffering and brutality of our world… somehow we are not forgotten, because god blesses us with souls who teach us how to love (we tend to forget). how to love the right way. souls who look at the world and treat it as jesus would. embracing it, despite all its ugliness- with compassion, caring for it with complete honesty and dangerous love. healing with happiness. i feared we were out of those souls.
i only hated one thing; when rocky says “my family’s not here today” - i hate that, because his family was there, the family god intended for him.