Issue #3 Of Hellblazer (1988) Is Fucking Amazing

This shit is incredibile. Like if you just looked at one video from one of the multiple Gazans living in tents who know english and are documenting their lives on tiktok and instagram you'd know.

I know how they get water, how they change their phones (literally one of the first photos ive seen after the genocide started full force), how they cook, how they wash their clothes, how they get money transfer to buy food throught the incredibly simple act of caring and listening.

You are too busy reading The Times of Israel and dehumanizing arabs to the point that even if you were teleported in Gaza right now you'd simply turn the other way and pretend you didn't see.

I wish nothing but harm your way.

But on a more positive note please donate to Medo Halimy's gofundme! And if you want to know how they "get wifi" go check out his tiktok and instagram account

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Medo and his Family Rebuild their Life., organized by Xavier Vergin

Hello there, My name is Mohammad, I go by Medo and I am 19 … Xavier Vergin needs your support for Help Medo and his Family R

bro is leaking

björk walking for betsey johnson while lip-syncing a sugarcubes song to a potato microphone, 1992

hermes + paloma picasso gloves in the art of fashion accessories - joanne dubbs ball + dorothy hehl torem (1993)

organic 

OBIT [My mother’s teeth] by Victoria Chang

february confession

sin: lust once lost its luster, but I'm folding fingers down to you

maybe may will save you, and maybe it did

More writing!

If Jesus Christ saw the state of the world right now, he’d puke his guts out. I keep hearing people talk about the second coming as if we haven’t had so many messiahs already. Our messiahs are our activists and leaders of movements. Anyone willing to help people and sacrifice so much. Honestly, I wish I could die and magically fix everything. I’d vaporize and become the clouds. I’d pour over the dried blood and salty tears that stains everything, like a mother introducing water to a babies face. I wish I could have everyone retrace their steps, babies be unborn, suns unset, and fix whatever snowballed into everything. I wish I could give new life. I wish I could be the bullet that misses by a hair. I wish I could be the reckless driver that sets off the airbag.

“The world has no visible order, and I have only the order of my breathing. I let myself happen.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

August 11

I miss you like I'm missing my hands

Like I'm missing a word in my sentence and I'm strapped in like a dog in an oven

I miss you like I'm banging on the door