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I didn't know how to communicate that I was overstimulated and my life was already shitty alhamdulillah my mom always there for me though. Even she didn't understand me but at least we both take care of each other in a way
Those many times that I disappeared may cause of me wanting to go uwekkkkkk in front of people that just didn't get it I mean I didn't get it either so we both didn't get it
All this time me being whiny basically throwing tantrum and never feeling adult enough is cause of undiagnosed autism
Queen of life queen of livinggg
Astronaut earrings holding a star in one hand.
Thank you @oneyaokuwobi.bsky.social for these fabulous earrings! I love space π and I love these!!
the slower you dance the heavier your body feels it felt like I was wearing gokus clothes
bestie needs to stop playing and just confess to me that she actually lives nextdoor, speaks fluent malay and has 1 million dollars to give me as a birthday present
might fuck around and learn Tagalog who knows
my poosei stan account
I love my POOSEI yeyyyy the only thing that keeps me going is my poosei she's a miracle she gives life she gives me life I'm livinggg
all the girls are POOSEI POOSEI all the girls are POOSEI POOSEI all the girly POOSEI
A photograph of My First and Only Love: A Novel, by Sahar Khalifeh, translated by Aida Bamia. The cover is green with the image of two Palestinian women in traditional embroidered dresses and headscarves in white, red, green, and black. They are picking olives and gathering the branches. A keffiyeh and several embroidery flowers surround them. Al Aqsa Mosque can be seen on the background.
"All that is left for me is this house, and that is why I returned. I want to make of this houseββthe family home, my first home and my last homeββa gallery with pictures, paintings, and frames. In short, a museum.β
- Sahar Khalifeh: "My First and Only Love" #BookologyThursday
POOSEI
I might be crazy but I'm..
It's important to know that, traditionally, Minangkabau is a matrilineal society, so making a bride wearing such elaborate, radiant crown has an extra cultural emphasis. The flower, leaf, and animal motifs on her crown literally show that she makes the world turning.
Palestinian children celebrate the announcement of a ceasefire deal.
(The IRC reports that around 20,000 children have been orphaned or separated from their parents since the start of the genocide, but IRC warned the actual number in conflicts can be three times as high.)
A photograph of batik pagi sore, which consists of two different motifs, split in the middle with diagonal line. The left one is brown with jagged strips, the second one has s-like curved lines. There are large colorful flowers and butterflies as the main motifs.
A photograph of batik pagi sore, which consists of two different motifs, split in the middle with diagonal line. The top one has s-like curved lines. The bottom one is brown with little motifs of leaves and flower petals. There are large colorful flowers and butterflies as the main motifs.
A photograph of batik pagi sore, which consists of two different motifs, split in the middle with diagonal line. The top one has s-like curved lines. The bottom one has fern-like plants. All motifs are dominated by various shades of brown and dark blue. There are large colorful flowers as the main motifs.
A photograph of batik pagi sore, which consists of two different motifs, split in the middle with diagonal line. The left one is purple and the right one is blue, and both are adorned with large, detailed flowers in different arrangements.
Batik pagi-sore ("morning-evening") of Pekalongan, Central Java. A product of wartime scarcity, this unisex batik combines two distinctive motifs that meet in the middle. People can just flip the fabric to wear for different occasions.
I photographed the first at Museum Tekstil Jakarta.
#Art #batik
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A Rose Shoulders Up Don't ever be surprised To see a rose shoulder up Among the ruins of the house: This is how we survived.
Ceasefire is a break, but it's not the end. The work shall continue π π΅πΈ
π·: the last poem in "Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza," by Mosab Abu Toha.
Bosan
you're the reason I don't have irl social media you creepy stalker bitch
Im not your mom bitch I'll never be your mommy
I wanna cry so bad enough with these homosocials I'm tired
butch woman is woman
I don't even want soft butch or wtv let alone a fem I'm not attracted to you leave me alone you're being disgusting and predatory. my dating pool is stone butch
I don't want fem I want butch leave me alone
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