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(taken from @/sarahofmagdalene on instagram.)
A NOTE TO THOSE WHO MAY BE PARTICIPATING IN PRO PALESTINE ACTIONS IN VANCOUVER.
Please, even if you don’t live in Vancouver, reblog to spread awareness. The canadian media isn’t covering the protests, let alone the hostility protesters face, so we can only rely on each other to get news like this around!
It's crazy that the usa is constantly threatening it's allys like does it know that mexico is its ally like?? How the media and politicians treat mexico is so crazy when you keep in mind that mexico and us are allies. Like I know that us politicians are racist assholes with racist bigot bases that they are trying to cater to, but fuck man.
And recently now Canada is now getting hate by us politicians (trump mainly). It's so disrespectful to treat allies like constant potential enemies.
They want us to have no peace, only perma-war.
I know most people don't care about anything unless it has to do with the U.S. but can we please start talking about the Canadian election.
Please don't vote for Poilievre. He's basically the Canadian Trump and plans to put in place laws that harm trans youth, and lots of other shit.
Please vote istg this is the only way anything will get better. Poilievre has been kissing millionaires and billionaires asses. He'll make life even harder, and he loves Trump.
Reblogs are appreciated, especially if you aren't Canadian.
Green ribbons of light danced across the darkened rural sky to the song of stringed instruments coming from my phone. The gentle melodies punctuated every sudden arch and smoothed each long stretch. Somewhere off in the distance, the sound of my friends spinning, running, and laughing on the dirt road and through the overgrown ditches. Even further off, the howl of coyotes gives warning to some unfortunate creature.
The song changed.
I lean back on my elbows in the truck box so I'm not craning my neck as much. I watch the sky light and darken as the green strips stretch and compress, appear and dissappear.
I found a place among the souls who offered me a rope, thankful for the day my journey came across the boat
I glance over at the friend next to me, their breath fogging from the cold night air as they try to take a picture of the sight in front of them. A picture can hold a thousand words, and will always far outlast our memories. The last time we watched the sky like this, we were laying on rocks beside a bridge, both being lulled to sleep by the song of a foolish man, enchanted by a forest spirit. I had never known rocks to be so comfortable until that night.
The song changed.
I went back to watching the sky, the ribbons of light greatly diminished from when I last looked. Now, they seemed to be painting a picture of a snowy tundra, briefly illuminated by pine trees, putting emphasis instead on the stars above the green light. I traced the constellations I knew, recalling the stories and different names I knew for each one; wishing I knew more of their names, shapes, and histories.
I know you'd break your neck just to see the stars
I chucked and rubbed the back of my sore neck. If nothing else, the song got that right. The two friends seemed to tire of their galavanting and ran back over to join us at the truck again, watching the stars and northern lights. The ribbons seemed to take that as their cue to take center stage, once again filling the night sky. The lines between each fold and spike grew and shrank, boldened and blurred. We watched the spectacle in awe, music having returned to the familiar, calming strings.
A flash of orange, red, and yellow streaked through the performance, there and gone in an instant. For a moment, all that could be heard was the stringed instruments. My friends began exclaiming their shock, estonishment, and excitement, one regretfully saying they didn't make a wish. I sat there, stunned, replaying the sudden flash of light - a meteor, we agreed - desperately trying to commit it to memory. I didn't want to forget it or that night. The friend next to me suggested I make a note of it on my phone, so I did.
The night drew on, and songs continued to change. Eventually, we moved the truck around so we could watch from inside the cab, as most of us did not dress warmly enough. The friend and I talked about the last time we stargazed like that and of bringing blankets next time. We talked about the people we liked and of people we wished to love.
After what might have been hours, the show did end, and the four of us left our little spot in the country so we could all sleep before work the next day.
(the original note from that night: Fucking commet while watching Northern lights with buds)
Songs referenced are (in order): Journey to Wherever We May Go by Grand Commander, The Willow Maid by Eurtan, Archer by Novo Amor. The referenced string music is from Astronomy, Vol. 1 by Sleeping at Last.
Pictures by @/alyssamoggy on Instagram
I know most people don't care about anything unless it has to do with the U.S. but can we please start talking about the Canadian election.
Please don't vote for Poilievre. He's basically the Canadian Trump and plans to put in place laws that harm trans youth, and lots of other shit.
Please vote istg this is the only way anything will get better. Poilievre has been kissing millionaires and billionaires asses. He'll make life even harder, and he loves Trump.
Reblogs are appreciated, especially if you aren't Canadian.
The Canadian year cycle
January: Too cold
February: Still cold but getting better
March: Spring is coming; I can feel it!
April: Ok, better than January
May: Nice and warm. I love it.
June: Ok a little too warm
July: Cool down a little please
August: Way to hot
September: Not bad, not bad at all.
October: Getting cooler
November: I don’t like this
December: Too cold
A day at the beach. Sergeant Bay, Sunshine Coast, British Columbia. July 2022.
Sunshine Coast, BC, Canada. March 2023.
Porteau Cove, BC, Canada. March 2023.
Sunset on the hill part 3. Vancouver, BC, Canada. July 2022.
Sunset on the hill, part 2. Vancouver, BC, Canada. July 2022.
Sunset on the hill, part 1. Vancouver, BC, Canada. July 2022.
So it's snowing rn in my city, and a bunch of the younger kids are like 'why don't we get a snow day but the rest of the city does?' (because the East Side is still open because there's less snow and stuff)
And it's like, I'm sorry, but the rest of the city is more spread out and has more snow so it doesn't make sense for school to be open and the North End is literally a mountain.
Deep Cove In The Snow. Deep Cove, North Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. December 2022.
Deep Cove, North Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. December 2022.
Vancouver Skyline. Vancouver, Canada. December 2022.
Beach at night with a full moon. Sunshine Coast, British Columbia, Canada. July 2022.
Porteau Cove, BC, Canada. June 2017
