Cynda Moore

Aug 20

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Aug 20

Part 2: Celebrities react to the Ferguson protests

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Jul 21


***NSFL**** Album of genocide in Gaza

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Jun 29

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Jun 26

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Jun 26


WOW, the Paris Metro mural of Joe Sacco’s Battle of the Somme

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Such a good and heartfelt business. This needs as much support as possible.

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Jun 14
Vegan, cruelty-free fashion straight out of Sydney!!
Jun 11



Licia Ronzulli, member of the European Parliament, has been taking her daughter Vittoria to the Parliament sessions for two years now.

Every time this is on my dash, it’s an automatic reblog.

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I got demons : the kind that smoke cigars in lingerie
I got angels : the kind that set fire to curtains and watch the world out of burning windows

May 28
I got demons
May 25


In the Presence of the Holy See

The Palestinian Museum is launching a new project in honor of Pope Francis’s trip to Palestine. Banners combining recent media photographs of the Palestinian landscape and its people with Western baroque paintings of biblical scenes will decorate Manger Square in Bethlehem, highlighting the tension between the popular image of the Holy Land and Palestine’s ongoing history of suffering under occupation and oppression. ( see source for details : The Palestinian museum page)

see : Bethlehem walls transformed in the presence of the Holy 

May 14


The President of France Getting Left Hanging [x]

Previously: The King of Sweden Wearing Silly Hats

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May 14


Palestinian boys rally next to Israel’s Apartheid Wall near the Palestinian town of Bethlehem ahead of the 66th anniversary of Al-Nakba, May 14, 2014. Palestinians will commemorate Nakba Day on May 15 which marks the beginning of the ethnic cleansing of Palestine when over 700,000 Palestinians were expelled from their homes in the build up to the founding of Israel in 1948.

(Photos: Ammar Awad / Reuters)

"Dear Gaza, I’m sorry Dear Beirut, I still love you like an arsonist Dear Venice, When that glassblower put his lips to the glowing pipe and I followed his breath into an ornament I understood grace Dear New Orleans, You gave me swelter and melody and staircase after the longest winter of my life You are where I forgave myself Dear Boston, I found the bird already dead Crooked nest scattering the pavement and for days all I saw was that constellation of bones Dear Aya Nappa, I cannot hear your name without thinking war and ship and two moons before coastline Dear Tripoli, It was whiplash It was awful month It was season of flinching I won’t be coming back Dear Rome, When I think of my future self She is walking your piazza wearing something yellow Dear Wichita, I remember the summer songs on the radio The car rides through the backbone of your highways I remember corn fields and pregnant sky and always a thunderstorm Dear Gaza, I’m sorry Dear Ramallah, Thank you for the applause Thank you for the seltzer water the tableh player the 3am tomato and bread Thank you for the balcony Dear Dubai, I forgot a scarf a silver ring a tube of lipstick and courage to make a mistake I found the ring The rest you may keep Dear Aleppo, Forgive me my litter my uneaten rice my abundance of light bulbs Forgive me my bed soft and warm even in January Dear Baghdad, Twenty six years and you still make me cry Dear Doha, With you I am always dreaming of starlit eels and honey water and swans bathing in fluorescent sky I miss those colors Dear Istanbul, Marry me Dear Dallas, I bought polished pebbles from your mall kiosks and pretended I was Aladdin turning the soil over and gasping Dear Gaza, I’m sorry Dear Beirut, You are cherry end of cigarette You are pulse and tunnel Freckles and siren How can you fit so much? Dear Norman, Oklahoma, No one calls me Holly anymore I blink slept woke wanting fairytale hair for breakfast loving boys with quarterback hands and suburban smiles Dear Las Vegas, I’d rather not Dear Brooklyn, I came to you tumbled and spun I came to you with 62 books and the mistakes I’d gathered like splinters You showed me where to sit Dear Dublin, Someday Dear Damascus, Nothing is as dangerous as an unlit match You taught us that Dear Paris, By beauty I meant that bridge Those clouds and the legs my brother and I dangled over the water Dear Jerusalem, Only you know what I am capable of Dear London, When I didn’t speak it wasn’t because I was ungrateful I was trying not to cry Dear Gaza, I’m sorry Dear Manhattan, I left a part of myself in that nightclub like some paper crane with a beating heart She is crumpled and sleeping Do not wake her Dear Bangkok, I ate your fruit salted Bare fingers peeling back skin for shrines of gold and sugar Dear Beirut, I bruise as easily as you do We are both anemic veins and unbrushed hair and survivor’s guilt Dear Gaza, When I come to you it will be summer Scorching sun and a music to the shoreline You’ll ask me ‘what took so long’ and I’ll tell you where I’ve been"

- Dear Gaza by Hala Alyan [x] (via justanotherpalestinian)

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May 3