cosykitteninanengine

[cosykitteninanengine]

“thou believest that there is one god; thou doest well: the devils also believe, and tremble.“ - james 2:19

[artist: veroslawa on etsy — yes, you can buy this masterpiece]

#there exists only one god #and they call him andrew hozier-byrne #unreal unearth #unheard #unhealthy parasocial relationship #this is just a joke ok? #in reality i’m in love with his art not him #because that would be weird i don’t know the man #and by man i mean our lord and savior

[cosykitteninanengine]

dear millennials who are posting tiktoks shit talking gen z,

WE SWORE. we made an oath, with ourselves and with/for gen z, that we wouldn’t put them through the insanely goofy shit gen x and boomers put us through. have you forgotten that we supposedly killed the market for diamonds, for paper napkins, for CEREAL? do you refuse to recall that we are unable to own homes because of lattes and instagram and avocado toast?? we PROMISED we would never be so ridiculous to the next generation.

YOU HAVE BECOME THE VERY THING YOU SOUGHT TO DESTROY

and i distinctly remember when we all collectively realized how unbelievably embarrassing we were being with the whole “only 90s kids remember” nonsense. but you fools just had to go and do it all again by posting tiktok after tiktok about how old gen z looks for their age, as opposed to us millennials who are hot as shit and never ever get carded and fuck all the time cuz we’re all just so sexy and also we’re, like, definitely empaths.

please, please can we just do our weird little zoom ins and our weird little voices in our tiktoks and stop involving an entire generation of people in our midlife crises??

with love,

an embarrassed (mostly for you) millennial

#and do you not have better things to do?? #like maam you are 40 get off tiktok #or just post about your weird flavored water and leave the kids alone #talking ad nauseam about how young you look ages you #generation war #gen z vs millennials #gen z #millennials #it’s ok to post cringe just not THIS cringe

[cosykitteninanengine]

hozier: i guess i’ll release an ep with four rejects of unreal unearth, why not

also hozier: *drops 𝓁𝒾𝓉ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 the four best songs of 2024*

#hozier’s existence is actually not fair to other artists #hozier could have a coughing fit and it would be a masterpiece #if you don’t like hozier you objectively have bad taste #hozier #unheard #too sweet #wildflower and barley #empire now #fare well #we’re not worthy

[cosykitteninanengine]

OH MY FUCKING GOD i’m dyslexic and swear to god i read this like three times as “insane racist”

Hozier is a very normal, not-at-all insane lyrcist

so normal

Very average

Not at all talented

[cosykitteninanengine]

I am sooooo normal about andrew hozier byrne if you must know. If you even care

#it’s like not even funny how completely normal i am about hozier #i definitely don’t have a prayer candle of him haha who would have that

[cosykitteninanengine]

what am i?

i am soft;

soft as butterfly kisses brushing the cheek, or as whispered sweet nothings tickling the ear.

soft as the gentle caress you do so naturally, with your body next to mine and your mind miles away.

soft as the melted wax of the candle by whose light you told me you loved me.

and i am hot as the flame atop it.

or as the inferno you played with, not grasping the consequence.

hot as the fevers my small body once burned, lifetimes ago, in the days i had a mother to disregard my agony.

and i am unsteady as the delirium that crept inside with it.

or as my gait on those days i disrespect the narrow boundaries my bones have placed upon me.

unsteady as the past on which our present and future are stacked upon.

and i am as ever changing as the stretches of time,

the unexpected days, the fleeting moments, that renew our hope for something different.

or as the addresses on our shipping labels.

ever changing as the wax and wane of my depressing lows and manic highs.

but i love and am loved, in spite and because of it.

#i’m a pretty shit poet #but it’s poetry to me #poem #poets on tumblr #poetry

[cosykitteninanengine]

After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.

Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.

Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.

By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.

When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.

Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.

Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue sky—she hasn't seen the clouds for a while.

Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be alive—I'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.

For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.

Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.

That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 years—get used to it!

So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.

People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.

Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."

They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.

Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.

#free palestine #palestinian genocide #this is ethnic cleansing #yes it’s hard to read do it anyway #if you’re not angry you’re not paying attention

[cosykitteninanengine]

dear ethel cain,

not sure if i should pay you for the therapy you give me with every listen to preacher’s daughter, or sue you for not requiring me to sign a consent form before changing my life.

with love,

a different me. than the me. before PD.

#preachers daughter #ethel cain #who gave her the right #newly acquired special interest UNLOCKED