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I miss my best friend dearly. I would give anything in the world to be able to see her again. Testosterone made it so hard for me to cry, but I haven't had a day since they were killed that I haven't teared up or wept.
There are hundreds of things I want to draw for her, of her, in memory of her. It feels like I may never have the time, or the energy. Would it be healing? Is healing listening to the same song on repeat and thinking of them? I've realized in the weeks after they died that love seems endlessly entwined with sorrow. I cannot love without feeling a grief in my heart that she is gone, that one day the people around me may be gone too. It's terrifying, and I try not to let myself dwell on it.
It's okay that grieving is a part of love. Grief isn't a bad thing. I'm learning to live with it, to open my ribs to it and nestle it close and careful next to my heart. I'd rather feel this in my chest for the rest of my life than forget even half of how much she meant to me.
It terrifies me how close to death we all are. People in my life get into accidents all the time. My siblings, my friends. I'm petrified that the world will lose another. Sometimes it freezes me, genuinely pulls me to a halt with a clenched jaw. Unlike grief, I do hope this sensation goes away. I hope the people I love live forever.
https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/theyre-not-human-how-19th-century-inuit-coped-with-a-real-life-invasion-of-the-walking-dead
Indigenous groups across the Americas had all encountered Europeans differently. But where other coastal groups such as the Haida or the Mi’kmaq had met white men who were well-fed and well-dressed, the Inuit frequently encountered their future colonizers as small parties on the edge of death.
“I’m sure it terrified people,” said Eber, 91, speaking to the National Post by phone from her Toronto home.
And it’s why, as many as six generations after the events of the Franklin Expedition, Eber was meeting Inuit still raised on stories of the two giant ships that came to the Arctic and discharged columns of death onto the ice.
Inuit nomads had come across streams of men that “didn’t seem to be right.” Maddened by scurvy, botulism or desperation, they were raving in a language the Inuit couldn’t understand. In one case, hunters came across two Franklin Expedition survivors who had been sleeping for days in the hollowed-out corpses of seals.
“They were unrecognizable they were so dirty,” Lena Kingmiatook, a resident of Taloyoak, told Eber.
Mark Tootiak, a stepson of Nicholas Qayutinuaq, related a story to Eber of a group of Inuit who had an early encounter with a small and “hairy” group of Franklin Expedition men evacuating south.
“Later … these Inuit heard that people had seen more white people, a lot more white people, dying,” he said. “They were seen carrying human meat.”
Even Eber’s translator, the late Tommy Anguttitauruq, recounted a goose hunting trip in which he had stumbled upon a Franklin Expedition skeleton still carrying a clay pipe.
By 1850, coves and beaches around King William Island were littered with the disturbing remnants of their advance: Scraps of clothing and camps still littered with their dead occupants. Decades later, researchers would confirm the Inuit accounts of cannibalism when they found bleached human bones with their flesh hacked clean.
“I’ve never in all my life seen any kind of spirit — I’ve heard the sounds they make, but I’ve never seen them with my own eyes,” said the old man who had gone out to investigate the Franklin survivors who had straggled into his camp that day on King William Island.
The figures’ skin was cold but it was not “cold as a fish,” concluded the man. Therefore, he reasoned, they were probably alive.
“They were beings but not Inuit,” he said, according to the account by shaman Nicholas Qayutinuaq.
The figures were too weak to be dangerous, so Inuit women tried to comfort the strangers by inviting them into their igloo.
But close contact only increased their alienness: The men were timid, untalkative and — despite their obvious starvation — they refused to eat.
The men spit out pieces of cooked seal offered to them. They rejected offers of soup. They grabbed jealous hold of their belongings when the Inuit offered to trade.
When the Inuit men returned to the camp from their hunt, they constructed an igloo for the strangers, built them a fire and even outfitted the shelter with three whole seals.
Then, after the white men had gone to sleep, the Inuit quickly packed up their belongings and fled by moonlight.
Whether the pale-skinned visitors were qallunaat or “Indians” — the group determined that staying too long around these “strange people” with iron knives could get them all killed.
“That night they got all their belongings together and took off towards the southwest,” Qayutinuaq told Dorothy Eber.
But the true horror of the encounter wouldn’t be revealed until several months later.
The Inuit had left in such a hurry that they had abandoned several belongings. When a small party went back to the camp to retrieve them, they found an igloo filled with corpses.
The seals were untouched. Instead, the men had eaten each other.
i feel like pearl would have a true crime makeup channel, like in the middle of talking about a deadly train crash it suddenly cuts to her in a completely different outfit and she's like "if casey jones ever survived that crash though, he could've used today's sponsor to help him seek proper legal representation and financial compensation for the accident: jorgan&jorgan! use codeword "brandnewgirl1983" for 50% off your first claim, now let's get back to the video!
Casey Jones's body was found still clutching his engine's whistle and brake handle, his watch stopped at 3:52 am, the exact moment the collision occurred-"
Travelling tomorrow to visit my grandfather in the hospital. He’s over 90 and has had a great life, but it seems like now his body is just shutting down naturally because it’s his time. If these are his last days, he’s living them peacefully, surrounded by people who love him.
That said, it looks like I won’t be getting much writing done this month, considering that I was visiting family last weekend, too. But obviously some things are more important. Guenevere will always be there, but my grandfather won’t.
He’s the best kind of grandfather, by the way. He was a radio operator in WWII and he knows all the coolest stuff about nature and always kept a huge vegetable garden, and he spent his retirement oil-painting and selling weird junk on eBay, mostly by commission for all the other old people in his small town who were too afraid of computers to understand eBay. He has always loved his grandchildren unconditionally. Whether he leaves us tomorrow or far in the future, the world won’t be the same without him.
UPDATE: He did pass away yesterday. It was peaceful and quiet. He’ll be missed, but I don’t think anyone could ask for a better life or a better end.
I'm a black trans man that's gnc and I never see anyone represent me or anyone even acknowledge people like me exist(unless we're fucking dead) so I kinda just take matters into my own hands and base my art around that because it's the only way I can truly express myself.
I'm a black trans man that's gnc and I never see anyone represent me or anyone even acknowledge people like me exist(unless we're fucking dead) so I kinda just take matters into my own hands and base my art around that because it's the only way I can truly express myself.
Cannibal Feast
Even hunger can make the most innocent crazy.
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Obituary - Mother of SEVENTEEN Member WONWOO
Hello.
This is PLEDIS Entertainment.
SEVENTEEN member WONWOO’s mother passed away this morning from an illness.
WONWOO is currently at the funeral hall, and the funeral will be held with family and close friends.
We ask for your kind consideration and support so that WONWOO can have a period of mourning with his family.
May she rest in peace.
Made Shane and Una in BitLife, made them get married, have kids. Una passed away of a heart attack, so I continued the legacy with one of their sons. Shane moved on and remarried, and one of the sons quickly killed her. That is the ride or die energy I expected from my OTP. ✊🏻🤠
me, dying in a hospital bed: omg this is just like house md
Not crazy about people writing off the Titan submersible incident as some schadenfreudic buzzstory they can rag on for a handful of internet funny points. I get the frustration, I really do. At least three of the passengers had to shell out $250,000 a ticket for a glorified deep sea Disney ride. The CEO of OceanGate is a capitalist wackjob who has been complaining about and bypassing safety regulations for years, despite multiple warnings, and now the retrieval is taking up time and resources from multiple countries that could have been put to better use. But one of the crew members on board was also the nineteen year old son of another passenger. I doubt his involvement extended much beyond “I’m going on a fun trip with my dad.” Another was an unaffiliated researcher who joined the expedition to collect environmental samples for DNA analysis. Not everyone on board was a high-rolling corporate yuppie. (And even if they were, it’s still a pretty objectively horrific way to die.) Instead of memes, I’d rather see this prompt a discussion on the ethics and potential regulation of scientific tourism.
The above also doesn’t change the fact that this is dragging media attention away from more pressing issues, such as the sinking of the Andriana. I guess “THE TITANIC CLAIMS ANOTHER FIVE VICTIMS” is a more colorful headline than “the EU’s xenophobic migration policies have led to the deaths of hundreds of migrants seeking asylum in Italy, and an active cover up is now taking place, headed by Greek authorities.” Seeing all this energy be funneled towards dragging this tiny capsule out of the Atlantic when up to five hundred refugees - mostly women and children - were locked in the hull of a ship and left to suffer the exact same fate, while Coast Guard vessels looked on and did nothing (or even had an active role in the capsize after a botched attempt to tow it, according to some testimonies), illustrates the sway money and race have in what we pay attention to. It’s a gruesome example of inequity in action.
I had compared what happened to the Titan to the Kursk incident, but the Andriana doesn’t have the luxury of being a freak accident. Over 25,000 migrants have disappeared or drowned trying to cross the Mediterranean since 2014, with over 2,000 deaths taking place in 2022 alone. Those are staggering numbers. Protests have broken out across Greece over the past week in the wake of the tragedy, advocating for migration reform.
While these sorts of mass casualty events tend to leave us feeling disheartened and helpless, there are ways to help. Below is a link to SOS Humanity’s donation page. Reputable search and rescue organizations such as SOS Humanity or SOS Mediterranée built their mission statements around helping migrants like the ones on board the Andriana. Donate if you can, spread the word if you can’t.
update: so unfortunately one of the kittens has died and I don't think momma cat is handling it too well because I think she's getting stressed out with the kitten's meowing that are too loud. I really hope Tiggy doesn't murk her litter because this is her first😢
She keeps trying to bite them. They are only 5 days old.
sorry for being mia but i had to suffice with no internet for a week and half. Also my cat had her kittens(4) this week so I've been preoccupied with getting her space ready and making her comfortable.
I'll return on Tues so until then, ciao.
Romeo: you'll be ok it can't hurt that much
Mercutio: well I mean it's not super deep and it's not crazy wide
Mercutio: but yeah dude I'm probably gonna die
Tybalt: *stabs Mercutio and leaves*
Mercutio: rude
Benvolio: bro are you ok did he hurt you
Mercutio: nah man it's just a little scratch anyways can we get a doctor here
"I don’t claim to know a dead man’s thoughts, but I do know his words" that is a pretty good mindset to have actually