Fall

this is so haunting to me i think about it weekly

i get signs from god saying: stay the ____ down

A Heizou a day keeps the art block at bay~ (Aka. Doodled him without thinking and now I'm screaming bc i saw my own brainrot reflected back at me)

falling stars ☆

just gaming x freminet doodles

God is something passed on by word of mouth, like fire from wick to wood. If I wasn’t given Him, would I find Him in a lightning strike? A stray spark, struck by steel? Would I overhear the word for Him in a conversation between the wind and the woods? Or the sparrow and the sun? A word is shared and a spark grows - what lies at the root of it? Silence, heavy loam, the thing shared by everything before we share it.

arsonists

bisan has just posted a video that israel has lit up the sky, signalling they will bomb tonight, and that she has nowhere to go. she is in khan yunis--the south, where she was told to go to.

you can hear planes overhead as she speaks.

she wants israel to finally admit the truth--they do not want palestinians to go to "safe" parts of gaza, they want people to leave entirely and recreate the 1948 nakba.

please spread the word, please keep bisan in your thoughts, and do not let this happen in silence.

not a lot, just forever intertwined, sewn together based on a fic i wrote: Nothing and Nowhere

a cinematic loneliness / my heart is an edge