A Fundraiser I Trust! The Person Organizing It Apparently Adds People To A Close Friends Story Where

my problem with slb's filmography is that he romanticizes events so much that his movies/shows don't have the desired impact on the people. in padmavaat he glorified jauhar to the point that people started defending it and even sati. in gangubai, he made everything so grand that people forgot that the lady herself wasn't an all around good person. now, he's done the same thing with heeramandi. like i genuinely saw someone say that they wanted to live a life like in the show where they have 5 attendants to lift their skirt for them and whatnot. the people are so enchanted with the clothes/sets/etc that they have failed to grasp the main premise of the show. they fail to realise that the women he has shown had to go through innumerable brutalities and were just glorified mistresses with no power of their own. and living their life isn't gonna be fun and aesthetic.

While America is distracted with who Taylor Swift is sitting next to and watching zionist paid commercials, Israel is busy bombing 1.6 million people in Rafah.

Just so everyone understands: these are displaced civilians with absolutely NO WHERE to go.

And Israel has given them 2 options: Be ethnically cleansed or die.

The last line...

you will get up & you will make that to do list & you will be realistic about your limits & you will take it easy but steady & you will eat good food & you will get things done & you will move your body & you will do things that make you happy & you will limit your screen time & you will be the thing that saves you

Colonialism

On my way to get Saleebein Meray Dareechay Mein 🏃

15 August 1952:

Your letter came today. I feel happy today after a mild attack of a blue period lasting over a few days. It must be the weather. It is more like spring than summer. The mornings are vaguely cool and disturbing like the first breath of love and the sun in the early hours brings more colour than heat. In the evenings the breeze seems to bring the breath of the seas and the skies seem to close not on drab prison walls but on distant palm- fringed beaches. And it is sad like all beauty that is within your sight and beyond your grasp—like all beauty that you know to be an illusion.

An excerpt from Faiz’s Letters to Alys (Saleebein Meray Dareechay Mein)

Listen, if my friend took a quart of ice cream out of my freezer to eat, but he couldn’t bother to get a bowl of it, so he just had an entire quart, and then fell asleep and it melted all over my chair and a nice little Oriental rug that came back from the dry cleaners in shreds. I too would push him off a cliff, just saying

literally though if you feel like your life is slipping through your fingers and every day goes too fast… try doing hard things, not just taking the easy route, like reading and making art and exercising and cooking a meal from scratch and journaling, doing these things without distraction, without being absorbed on a screen… the time will stretch and you’ll be reminded that life is long and beautiful if you make it so.

the problem is that I want to know everything in the world but also I can't seem to do my laundry when I'm supposed to, rendering me absolutely useless

— pov: this is your "aesthetic"