Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.
Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.
They were CHILDREN.
They were murdered in cold blood.
Iād like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldnāt have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how āgreatā they were.
Hereās another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didnāt get a picture
People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.
neil hilborn // miranda july // @orpheuslament // aaron oāhanlon // georges bataille // georges bataille āmy mother/madame edwarda/the dead manā // @khariyaha // natalie wee āleast of allā // @fridayiminlovemp3 // maria petrovykh ālove me. i am pitch blackā // āthe seven husbands of evelyn hugoā // sylvia plath ājohnny panic & the bible of dreamsā // mary oliver āwild geeseā // sue zhao // virginia woolf from a letter to katherine mansfield // trista mateer
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..saying goodbye. yes, there is a place where someone loves you both before and after they learn what you are.ā
āfinally, in a low whisper, he said, āi think i might be a terrible person.ā for a split second i believed him - i thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. then iĀ realized that we all think we might be terrible people. but we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.ā
screaming take me as I am or kill me /Ā screaming peel my skin off like a blindfold /Ā screaming love me despite the horror /Ā screaming please, God, love me because of it.
āshow me your thorns and iāll show you hands ready to bleed.ā
āi donāt want your love unless you know iām repulsive and love me as you know itā
People always think we look for love at our lowest to distract us. I am convinced we do it because we want someone to look us in the eye, to look our ugly in the eye and still choose us. I didnāt want a distraction, (highlighted) I wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love, to tell me that you could still love me anyway. (end highlight)
āi kneel into a dream where i / am good & loved. i am good. / i am loved. my hands have made / some good mistakes. they can always / make better ones.
Ā capitalized letters that look like theyāve been cut and pasted on top of overhead pictures of fields. it reads: ātell me every terrible thing you ever did / and let me love you anyway.ā
love me. i am pitch black, / sinful, blind, confused. / but if not you, then who else / is going to love me?
āif you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you,ā i said, and then i kissed her and tasted the lemon juice on her lips.
āyou have seen the rotten streak in me and you have come back, no matter how bad it was. you have always come back. canāt you see? you have taken me always as I am, no matter what.ā
āi wish you wouldnāt look at me like that.ā ālike what?ā āi donāt know,ā she hesitated. ālike you could love me.ā
āi love you, and i am conscious of you all the time.ā
in this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and i will not abandon you. unwrap the worst things you have done. watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.Ā
In book six (which I read in like fifth grade) thereās a whole page thatās just spent describing a Clan Leader (who has nine lives) losing all of them one at a time due to being absolutely fucking eviscerated (he got cut open from his throat all the way down to his tail). This is the same character that is the cat equivalent of Hitler down to carrying out cat genocide so his death is very cathartic but also extremely unsettling.
The series also goes on long enough to kill off every single character by old age if necessary (though usually violence or disease), some of them more than once (their spirits get obliterated)
Later cat Hitlerās ghost returns from the dead so they snap his ghostās neck and kill him once and for all
THEY WHAT
They had a warriors-sona, whoās name I canāt remember for the life of me, who they shipped with pretty much every cat in the book. They were actually shockingly good at drawing hentai imo. I havenāt talked to them in years.
“You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy. You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like. If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.”
