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nitanahkohe:

Tina Fontaine, 15, was reported missing on Aug. 9. Her body was found in the Red River near the Alexander Docks at about 1:30 p.m., more than a week after she was reported missing. Fontaine, of Sagkeeng First Nation, had only been in Winnipeg for a month before her disappearance. “She’s a petite little thing — just turned 15, barely in the city for a little over a month,” O’Donovan said. “And she’s definitely been exploited and taken advantage of and murdered.” 

Fontaine was in the care of a Child and Family Services agency when she went missing, according to police. She had run away from her foster home before, including once in July of this year. Police said she was found wrapped in a bag, in “a condition she couldn’t have put herself in.”

“She’s a child. This is a child that has been murdered … Society should be horrified,” O’Donovan said. “That’s why we’re asking for people to come forward. And that’s why we’re asking for people to help us and to come forward with anything they know about this child.” Anyone with information can contact police at 204-986-6508 or Crime Stoppers at 204-786-8477.

THIS SHOULD ENRAGE YOU
THIS SHOULD PISS YOU THE FUCK OFF
OUR WOMEN ARE GOING MISSING AMD MURDERED LEFT AND RIGHT AND I DON’T HEAR ANY OF YOU

Y’ALL CRACKERS WANT TO CLAIM DREAMCATCHERS AND HEADDRESSES AS YOUR OWN BUT THE SECOND SHIT LIKE THIS HAPPENS Y’ALL ARE FUCKING SILENT
YOU CAN’T CLAIM ONE PART OF A CULTURE AND LEAVE OUT THE OPPRESSIVE SHIT

CANADA IS NOT ALL SUNSHINE AND FUCKING RAINBOWS

pinmeupagainstthesky:

These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

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