oh you put your salad in a mason jar?? you think youre better than me???? you cant put a salad in a mason jar unless you have a really long fork to eat it with, which you dont you dumb bitch. you’re not better than me. you’re dirt!! *stabs you in the neck with my plastic non-biodegradable knife* *you bleed out on the floor* your blood is the same color as mine idiot. you’re not superior to anyone. you’re dead. you’re roadkill
It is December 6th, and I remember.
I was 13 years old when Marc Lépine opened fire and murdered 14 women for being at engineering school when he wasn’t. He blamed feminism for the situation he was in, and murdered these women for being in non-traditional jobs, for being there.
Every year, the memorials I go to are different. Some are quiet - I remember several winters in the snow, holding candles and reciting names like a talisman against violence.
Geneviève Bergeron, 21 years old. Hélène Colgan, 24 years old. Nathalie Croteau, 24 years old.
When I was younger, they seemed impossibly mature and sophisticated. I used to imagine them laughing and enjoying university, cut down without warning. Now that I’m 35, they seem so young, and I wonder if they were afraid.
Self reblog from last year. Still worth reading. Still remembering.
Today is the anniversary of the Montreal Massacre.
I will not forget.
she wearing pleather socks?
almost look like a single pleather sock that she got both feet inCan y’all stfu about the socks, even ironically, and focus on the fact that she’s fucking hula hooping with her butt??? My hero
who cant hula hoop w/their ass?
really, you guys, let’s focus on the important thing here: her stupid american apparel dress and how i hate it
- Classmate: How can you celebrate Christmas if you don't believe in God?
- Me: How can you celebrate Valentine's Day if no one likes you?
From Colored Amazons: Crime, Violence, and Black Women in the City of Brotherly Love, 1880-1910 by Dr. Kali N. Gross
Wow and yes