#In Canada

[dovewingkinnie]

maybe i did draw self ship art of me and the walmart canada gaming twitter account what about it

[bryan-cranston-is-hot]

hi

[kiss-this]

[shellxrls]

so tired of this life when will hayden christensen do a dna test and realise i’m his biological daughter and take me far far away to his ranch In Canada

[sunbitternb]

and i post neitzsche for world cat day (for us canadians)

@meemoop your child ran away from draco to greet hazel pathetic

[flock-of-cassowaries]

My friend calls the guy from Dune “Timothy Swiss Chalet”, and I think that is great.

[bisonaari]

I'm too hyped to properly translate but is this a dream am i really talking to a coworker about him listening to fantastista and menestynyt yksilo and liking rock rock and paidaton riehuja

[chii-chan-ashikaga]

[fenandfield]

I am 21 years old and I am the product of cultural genocide.

Or the attempt of, so to speak.

My fathers mother was one of thousands who were taught to relearn who they were. Made to be right handed. Made to speak English alone. Made to hate where they came from. Made to hide who they were.

And the teachings of our grandfathers were never passed down.

I have never had to suffer the transition of assimilation. I was born into a line of trees with notches in their trunks. Doomed from the start to slant away from my elders. My culture. The life I should have led.

And it feels strange. To know that there was a life you were supposed to have, but never got, because of the violent actions of those who believe themselves to be better.

Stranger, perhaps, to have grown up blissfully unaware of your own heritage. My own father never acknowledging that he was any different apart from the shade of his skin, teaching me, and my siblings, that there was nothing special about being Anishnaabe.

It is special.

I am special.

I carry the scars of the past. I am the voice of those who were forced to stay quiet. I am relearning what was lost and reigniting the flame of a culture nearly destroyed by those who oppress.

Today, we mourn for those lost in the fight that should have never happened. The babies who never got to go home, laid to rest in unfamiliar dirt. The children shunned from their families because their hair had been cut. Unrecognizable. The families stripped of their names. The people without an identity.

Take up your cedar and your tobacco. Offer your thoughts to those still suffering. Listen to the teachings of those who still remember, and give your thanks to the ones standing above all the noise.

And of course, if you can, wear orange on this day of truth and reconciliation.

[iikurakoen]

【おでかけVlog】カナダのAfternoon teaで最高な休日を過ごした！

[soulfulinvention]

[midmorning-bomb]

Neighbours really pulling it out for the Boo Tour 👻 this year.

[he-who-needs-to-be-silenced]

Why is it so cold

[kiss-this]

[narumi-gimmick-blog]

Do we trust the homophobic green chile??

[august--and-everything-after]

WHY IS IT 28 STUPID DEGREES IN MY TINY STUPID APARTMENT