Back to the Future map, “Paths of the Future” - prints for sale at g1988!
Today I took another look at a schoolmate’s online memorial, which I hadn’t looked at for a while. He was struck while crossing the street in our university town back in December, and died from brain injuries a couple weeks later. He was 20.
I really didn’t know him very well at all, so I feel funny saying that I still feel grief. I talk to his girlfriend-at-the-time everyday now, and I can’t even begin to fathom what she was and is still going through.
I have very few shared memories with him. One that sticks out the most is a couple weeks before his accident, a bunch of school friends were going on a pub crawl around the town, so my boyfriend and I stopped in to a bar near my apartment. We ended up sitting across the table from him. Again, I never knew him well but he was always pleasant and funny, and he said something really nice about me and Tristan, but I can’t remember exactly how he phrased it. I wish I could remember.
I subscribe to his father on facebook, and it was heartbreaking to see his updates when he was in the hospital, but it’s even more so seeing him trying to move on.
It’s just so fucking weird that there is this 20 year old’s life, frozen in time now. He had just finished his first semester of his second year, and was about to leave for his first co-op. It was taken away so quickly, and honestly, that’s the thing that’s been killing me for the past few months being in Boston. I’m so far away from my loved ones - we don’t know how long any of us have, and to waste the days that could have been spent strengthening existing and establishing new meaningful connections seems … pointless.
I want to make a difference in the world with my work in architecture, I want to create change. I want to be proud of the things I design and feel like I am affecting my neighbour. Sometimes when I am so frustrated, or feel like I am the invisible intern, I try and think of Chris’ time cut short, and it helps me keep on.
I just want to fuck and eat rhubarb pies in bed. That day is so close, I can see it in my weather app’s 10 day forecast.
Social justice is not that implausible or outrageous. America wants to act like it is.
hello, this doesn’t really work out in reality. please don’t talk about random countries when you don’t know and use it as an example.
"The procedure to take menstrual leave in Nike’s subcontracted factories is plagued with a degree of fear and humiliation that is so severe; most women would rather suffer than take the days off. The reality of the situation is as follows. First, the worker approaches her line chief. If the line chief gives permission, she can approach the foreman. If the foreman gives permission, she can approach the management. After making her way through this management hierarchy, the worker must go to the factory clinic and prove that she is menstruating. She must do this by pulling down her pants and showing blood to the clinic staff. She cannot take the menstrual leave that she is entitled to by law without going through this degrading process. As you can imagine, not many workers ask for the days off. With workers not taking days off, the assembly line is fully staffed, quotas are reached more quickly, and the factory provides for its contractor most efficiently."
ddrid turned 4 today!
well that’s super nice! i’ve had this since I was 17.
Swallowing words while giving head
I know that I can’t expect you to stay in the same place forever, but I feel like I fought against everything to get back to Toronto for the summer. The prospect of being in different cities again after 8 months together hurts way too much. I’m not trying to hold you down, I’m just scared I’m becoming too dependent.
"Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too."
Lemony Snicket (via coffeekaling)