New Drinking Game: Take A Shot Whenever Henry Bites His Lip In TSH

The weight of my unknown ancestors burns in my mind-a rocky burden. I try to remember anything yet only ghosts spill out of my mouth. Where did they go? Whatever happened to them? Are they proud of me? Are they proud of what I've done? What I've done to get here? When they watch they are witness to their own memories crammed into a modern body. I am simply a young girl. Not the fragments of my family. I exist watching every little move for an answer, they are waiting to give me it all, waiting for me to come back home. I am struggling with the door.

-ANCESTRAL CRISIS 12.08.2021

Epiphanies at Parties:

think that everyone has their own personal theme in life

a rambling excerpt from my docs; a hopeful reminder to me that there is so much more of the world to consume, films to watch and music to listen to while walking, stories to read on the train. it also serves as a reminder to appreciate the small things in life, however much mundane because in reality, that is what i seem to be living for.

New York Movie-how I feel when I look at Edward Hopper paintings

Dinner Party-for dinner parties with friends (this one is collaborative so feel free to add some of your songs as well)

painting-self explanatory; for when I’m painting

dumb luck-a soundtrack to a sapphic art heist movie idea

More of my playlists :)

To Live Forever- a TSH playlist (songs I think fit) 

 matchbox cars- for driving all around Tokyo with friends (futuristic and retro at the same time) 

coming of age- if I made a teen show, this would be the soundtrack

House Arrest- for cleaning the house with a robot version of you

summer- for wasting your days with your small group of friends

mockingbirds- songs I’d listen to when I fake my death

clementines- for laying on your bed, feeling full and complete 

sunflowers- based on that Holly Warburton painting  

the asian american writers’ workshop just published 16 love poems by poets of palestinian heritage that were featured in the anthology we call to the eye & the night edited by hala alyan & zeina hashem beck

what is one line of poetry/writing that lives in ur head rent free please share i would like to know 

currently reading:

except for palestine: the limits of progressive politics by marc lamont hill & mitchell plitnick

palestine: a socialist introduction, ed. by sumaya awad & brian bean

on my non-fiction reading list:

the question of palestine, edward said

the hundred years’ war on palestine, rashid khalidi

palestinian identity, rashid khalidi

ten myths about israel, ilan pappé

the ethnic cleansing of palestine, ilan pappé

on palestine, noam chomsky & ilan pappé

blaming the victims: spurious scholarship and the palestinian question, ed. by edward said & christopher hitchens

the case for sanctions against israel, ed. by audrea lim

justice for some: law and the question of palestine, noura erakat

freedom is a constant struggle, angela davis

the butterfly's burden, mahmoud darwish

on my fiction reading list:

minor detail, adania shibli

enter ghost, isabella hammad

salt houses, hala alyan

men in the sun, ghassan kanafani

“nobody is making you do this” i am driven by unnatural forces you will never even begin to comprehend

“Hindi, like Gaelic, is a colonised space. It is a language complete in itself, with its own history, literature, poetry and tradition. But more than sixty-five years after Indian independence, it has been surrounded and absorbed by English, so among the Indian middle classes it is no longer a prestige language. It is the vernacular, the language one speaks at home; one does not use it to write to the tax office, nor take one’s degree. So if it doesn’t matter if it’s not perfect – if it doesn’t matter if a noun is masculine or feminine; if a verb falls to be transitive in the past perfect; if you just use the English word, because who can remember the Hindi for mathematics or apartment or transubstantiation – then for all I wage my small battle, we’re losing the war. To speak our language perfectly – to choose to do so, despite decades of colonial influence – is another political act.”

— “A’ghailleann”, Iona Sharma. (via a-witches-brew)