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Frida and Diego at the Park, 1932 well shit

You know one time I fell asleep with my dogs paw in my hand and I woke up with my dogs paw in my hand and that’s a really good story huh

fishingboatproceeds: kimyadawson: Me, Karen, Mike, Dori, Kristine, Jody, Troy, Tina, and Richie. 1990 I swear, I pretty much exclusively wore Sting t-shirts for the majority of my teen years. I am glad a picture finally surfaced on the interwebs of me wearing one (and a red, yellow, and green wooden bead choker).  I wonder who kissed who….because there must’ve been a reason for me to look so pissed. And that was almost always the reason.  I was totally freaked out by the idea of physical contact (unless it was for trust falls or something) but I would still get so angry and jealous when my friends would have someone to get all smoochy with.  I didn’t kiss anyone until the year after this pic was taken. When I was 18, in college. And even then it was just once and he was some big drug dealer in Harvard Square. He had no legs. He carried a meat cleaver under his wheelchair cushion. It was another year before the next time. I was 19. Other side of the country. Me and some dude were making out. He took off his shirt. He had the Rolling Stones lips and tongue tattooed on his chest. I freaked out, jumped out the window (first floor), and ran.  I was a late bloomer, to say the least. Sure did love Sting though.  And I would totally rock Jody’s pants right now.  My posse was crazy and amazing.  I wish you could tell better in this pic that I had Milli Vanilli/Lisa Bonet hair past my butt.  I loved Milli Vanilli and Lisa Bonet.  And did I mention that I loved Sting? I like LOVE LOVED Sting.  Like wrote poems about him loved him.  Teenagers are so weird.  Weird good. Do your thing.
High School dance, 1967

This is the largest mass shooting in the United States where the shooters were still at large after the crime was committed. Think about that for a minute. From Columbine to Virginia Tech to Fort Hill to Aurora, all the shooters were either killed or apprehended on site. But the person or people responsible for shooting 19 Americans are still free.

So why am I allowed to go outside? Where’s the city quarantine or FBI and Homeland Security presence for this act of “terrorism”?

Because this is an act of domestic terrorism right? Just because the alleged shooter was wearing a white tee and jeans does that suddenly make the shooting a gang-related affair? And we all know how irrelevant gang-related shootings are in America. The Mother’s Day shooting is so irrelevant that politicians haven’t even bothered to mention it to further their anti-gun agendas. If the shootings aren’t even important enough for politicians to spin, then it’s truly reached a black hole of irrelevance.

Did I mention the shooter is still on the loose? I have? Just checking. Police have released photos and video of one of the suspects, but he is still at large.

Now take a moment and imagine a Mother’s Day Parade in the suburbs of Denver, a neighborhood in Edina or a plaza in Austin where bullets rain down on civilians and even hit children. I can’t help but imagine the around-the-clock news coverage. And I can’t help but think it’s because most of America can identify with the fear of being bombarded with gunfire while just enjoying a parade in the middle of town. But America can’t identify with being at a parade in the “inner city” where “gang violence” erupts. The “oh my God, that could happen to me” factor isn’t present with a story about New Orleans or the Chicago southside.


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Why isn’t New Orleans Mother’s Day parade shooting a ‘national tragedy’?

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Nobody thinks its cute that I want to vote, what do I do.

fucksakewhatever: Foetal Sloth. Hunterian Museum of Anatomy, London.
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One time my friend LuLu said that if she had to kill me she’d do it via drowning because she remembered that I said that’s how I’d go out if I had my choice. If that’s not friendship I don’t know what is. 

eros is bullshit: a poem

the theory that people

are always searching for

their other half is 

              bullshit. 

don’t let anyone, not

even a god, tell you 

you are anything less 

than whole.

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