My room is a mess 😩 I had to leave in a hurry and changed my clothes like a million times before leaving. I also did laundry before that so there are clothes everywhere. My desk is also a big mess. I usually clean and tidy my room before I leave so I can come home to a calm environment, but this time it’s a pain 🥲

Ay hadi ordan be

Lo sigo pensando.

"Dans quoi mets-tu ta belle énergie  ?" En cette fin du monde, j’m’en pose des questions & des plus philosophiques encore : qu’est-ce que je fous, qu’est-ce que je devrais foutre, qu’est-ce qu’il reste à foutre, où, quand, comment, pourquoi, pourquoi pas… what the fuck ?!? "Les questions, elles sont pas vite répondues"… Heureusement que je me cause souvent de moi à moi dans mes rêves… Je me propose vraiment des pistes convaincantes. En effet, je fais souvent ce rêve étrange et pénétrant, non pas d’un homme inconnu, et que j’aime, et qui m’aime (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) mais de trains ou d’avions que je ne parviens pas à prendre, pour des raisons stupides : embouteillage, itinéraire bis hasardeux, billet introuvable ou obsolète, multiplication de portes d’accès, valises qui s’ouvrent au pied de l’escalator de l’aéroport, hésitation dans la précipitation… Ce qui est bien en revanche c’est que dans mes rêves, les trains repassent plus de deux fois & les avions font des rotations permanentes… pour New York. Parce qu’invariablement c’est là que je suis censée partir. Je ne sais pas pourquoi j’en fais un Eldorado si symbolique, j’ai la chance d’y être allée plusieurs fois, aucun mystère, aucun fantasme à creuser par là. Bon. Yallah quand même. Cette fois-ci, c’est le coup de la diversion qui a été fatale : je suis une pote qui vaque à ses affaires, avant de réaliser que c’est pas le tout, j’ai un avion à prendre. Alors je reviens sur mes pas, mais par flemme je ne remonte pas jusqu’à l’embranchement pour reprendre ma route & hop, me voilà perdue. J’escalade alors une rue pavée & pentue très glissante qui s’avère être l’entrée d’un… temple… Quand je demande à une dame passant près de moi comment vite contourner ce bordel, cette dernière se met à rire en me disant que je ne risque pas de pouvoir gagner du temps ici car cet endroit s’appelle "PATIENCE". Ah. Bon. J’ai encore loupé mon avion, suis pas sortie de l’auberge-temple de la mère de toutes les vertus chiantes. "Un jooouuurrr J'irai là-bas" https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aWROzt7kudk #patience #vertulututu #sortezmoidelà #yallah #partirunjour #commeditsibienverlaine #téléphone #newyorkavectoi https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck5xArgtedm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

I finally saw the franco-palestinian documentary Yallah Gaza, which came out in France in November but has not been screened widely due to cancellations as the movie was seen as too "militant" and critical of Israel. A long-planned screening at the French Parliament on October 9th caused outrage because Palestinian activist and PFLP fighter Maryam Abu Daqqa, who is interviewed in the movie, was invited to speak there. She was forbidden to enter the building and was deported a month later. The film was also criticized for featuring interviews of Palestinian artists and Dabke dancers instead of only interviews of Western academics and journalists. Another absurd argument was that the french director did not film the images himself and therefore couldn't present an objective movie, when the reason for this was obviously because Israeli authorities didn't allow the French team to enter Gaza. The film was therefore made in collaboration with a Palestinian team led by director Iyad Alasttal. The film was finished at the beginning of 2023, and director Roland Nurier has said in November that he's deeply worried as he has lost contact with part of the team.

Despite all of this, this documentary is a rare and necessary testimony. Armed resistance is presented as a valid and logical solution to the zionist occupation, a Hamas minister is interviewed not as a terrorist but as a politician, and parallels are drawn between the Palestinian resistance and other fights against colonialism and occupation in the past. I don't think I've seen any Western media assuming this stance, the only acceptable one in this situation, aside from my own social media bubble. The documentary seems to only be available in French cinemas for now but I encourage everyone to watch the trailer at least, and watch the movie if it ever becomes available where you live.

Here is a picture of the Palestinian filming team:

Biri bana askom diyince 43 yerimden bıçaklanıyorum sanki

💗 🧙‍♂️ توقيع حكيم زياش

hakim scoring against tanzania!!

Thinks about kid Haruno and kid Mary tryna teach each other their mother tongues. Haruno knows a bit of Japanese and of course is better in Italian, while Mary is fluent in Arabic and English. Haruno tries to copy some of her Arabic words (mostly just silly expressions she adds in between her Italian) and finds them funny. I think he’d also like how she writes his name in Arabic.

good news: was doing some morning invasive removal (woman vs. porcelainberry part 12759) in my gay little Parks Department hat and when I was leaving the park, the entire like....upper management of said Parks Department for the borough was there doing a "site visit" featuring J.S. #3, J.(L).S., and White Guy Named Chris #3, all of whom gave me a fist bump/hug/high five. promises to text each other were exchanged and as they were walking away someone said something about "beach plum planting sites". we're so fucking back.

bad news: the area where I was doing said invasive removal is, like some many other spots in this park, ENTIRELY invasive species. on the tree side, we have two big ass white mulberries (invasive; although I think I spotted a groundsel tree [native] on the side which would be a huge plus); the dreaded porcelainberry; on the ground is bedstraw, mugwort, burdock, deadnettle, and speedwells (all invasive); and then in the water there's fucking phragmites!!!!

can a bitch get some goldenrod or swamp azaleas? some fucking marsh mallow (non-native sorry) or bloodroot or some poverty grass (yes, those are real plant names)?

the cashier at the boba place i usually get waffles at is really sweet... it's pretty far from my house so everytime i drive there i always think man do i even want waffles that much. but then i see him at the front and think oh yeah this is worth it actually

ate absolute shit alhamdulillah

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