February 2012
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January 2012
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The sun hits the snow and it blinds me like bright lights in a dark club full of sweat and ecstacy. It’s day four of this trip and it already feels like we’ve forgotten ourselves in the rolling hills and curving roads. Never to return, never to remember all those desperate moments when we gave ourselves to the city streets and empty faces and hard concrete. I wish you would stand with...
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Montreal
I remember summer nights, laying on that concrete with you in my arms. Feeling like maybe, we had found a better world. And when it rained we’d hide away under that overhang, watching the city race by. I thought I had the secret to a better life. You’d look up at me and smile, your dog curled up between us, and nothing mattered but the sound of raindrops on the ground. I loved the way...
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December 2011
24 posts
underaged:
May your 2012 be filled with unprotected sex and rampant drug abuse.
One teachers approach to preventing gender...
togetherforjacksoncountykids:
“It’s Okay to be Neither,” By Melissa Bollow Tempel
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said:...
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“I still didn’t believe in god, but evidence was mounting to suggest some sort of...”
– Evasion Crimethinc (via centipedes)
My sweater is covered in puke
and now I get to ride the rush hour subway and gross out the world.
