“True Love”, illustration from the late 1950s (USA). 

hey not to be absolutely fucking morbid on main or anything but if we do reach a point where the rich try to escape extinction by fleeing earth to live on their secret mars colony or whatever my dying moments will be taking solace in the fact that a society comprised solely of the 1% of the richest people on the planet will tear itself apart in under a year

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indie movie about a woman directed by a man

woman: *sitting on toilet, is peeing. you can hear her peeing* 

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At 10 a.m. on Sept. 22, Granville Street in Vancouver turned into a river. Brightly colored cardboard salmon, bicycle floats and hundreds of people dressed in costumes flowed down the street, carrying huge silkscreen banners and flags as big as sails printed with the words “Wild Salmon Forever.” People sang, beat drums and called the wild salmon home.

It was Day One of the weeklong Wild Salmon Caravan: the fourth annual 250-mile pilgrimage which follows the yearly migration of sockeye salmon up the Fraser River, from the Salish Sea near the U.S.-Canadian border to the mouth of Adams Lake in interior British Columbia. It’s known as one of the country’s most important salmon spawning grounds.

“The Wild Salmon Caravan is a celebration of the spirit of wild salmon through arts and culture,” says Dawn Morrison, one of the caravan’s founders. Morrison is a member of Secwepemc Nation from the south-central part of British Columbia. Salmon is a staple food, integral to the culture and identity of many different indigenous peoples here. It’s used in traditional ceremonies and in community feasts. It is baked, roasted over an open fire, canned, smoked or dried to be eaten over the winter.

Canada’s Wild Salmon Caravan Connects Future Of Fish And Indigenous People

Photos: Murray Bush/Wild Salmon Caravan 2018

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watch the whole thing, i’m begging you

once i reinvent my entire personality and body to the point that im unrecognizable to anyone who once knew me, its over for you hoes

this is like how a dream feels

Catch me in the bottom of a well eating moss and forgetting language

i’m losing my mind at the video of that pro choice protester roundhouse kicking that pro life girl trying to be a nusance i have watched it 285 times now

you’re right i’m so sorry

This guy lost his job......

Pierre Huyghe, Untilled (Liegender Frauenakt), 2012. Concrete, beehive and bees.

theres a lot to take in here

“Dad, why can’t we afford college again?”

“Well son, it’s because of the Immigrants.”