I know the carwash scares the dog, but tough shit. It scares me, too.
The mechanism drags our vehicle in and I scream, “We’re going to die!”
The dog whimpers and barks.
"I’ve changed my mind!" I yell. "Oh god, let me out!" I use my fingers to pry at the closed windows, but it’s no use. We’re trapped in a tornado of escalating panic. My loss of control makes it worse for the dog and vice versa.
I know that in this space, the relationship between the dog and I is toxic, but he’s my friend and we’re supposed to see a movie later.
I vomit and beg the dog to kill me. I even take his little paws and manually place them on my throat, but either he’s not smart enough to understand strangulation or he fears that my death will force him to surrender a lifestyle he’s grown accustomed to.
At long last, daylight. The nightmare is over. The dog and I bolt out of the car and race over to a patch of grass next to the vending machines.
We embrace. There are some things we need to work on, but not today.
I went through all of my photos today and found some from my 2013 road trip that I never posted
The young lady that was shot in the head by a police officer is still waiting to be interviewed by the police department
(they’ve edited the articles to take out the white part and that she was killed hehehe)
Residents knew it was BS.
Turns out Mya was shot by a police officer. The department forced surgeons to take the bullet out and took the bullet for “Ballistics”
Over a week later, she still has yet to be contacted by the department
Do not let her story go ignored
this is so fucked
Frida Kahlo (1907.07.06-1954.07.13)
As an art student, you’re hit over the head repeatedly with Renaissance art, so I’ve gotten a little tired of it, but something I’m not tired of is the seemingly impossible naturalistic detail attained from stone and a chisel back then.