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The first plane of Syrian refugees headed for Canada touched down in the country late Thursday, and Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was on hand to welcome the arrivals. Just a few hundred had landed, but Canada is on track to accept many, many more.

me after the trailer dropped:

I can’t believe we live in a world where the idea of helping people fleeing from war and famine is a controversial issue.

a concept: i’m in a warm bed with lots of blankets and i have no obligations to be anywhere. i’m calm and safe and happy and you are here with me

no offense but fuck adults who are like ‘you kids never just go outside and play anymore’ where the hell in my schedule of going to school for 7 hours, coming home and doing 3ish hours of homework, going to extracurriculars, and finding time to sleep do i have time to go outside and fucking frolick in the streets

Not to mention that teens who do spend time outside are seen as trouble-making or deviant for doing something as simple as using the fucking swings at a park.

I grew up as a “gifted” kid and exceeded in every subject. Now, when I’m stuck on something, I have no idea how to study because I never learned when I was younger. I never developed study habits either and this screwed me up so much in high school and college.  

I think I’m not the only one feeling this weird trapped feeling today, feeling sick and overwhelmed but unable to stop reading, reblogging. Trying to understand when there is nothing to understand.

I live in the middle of it. 19 people died in front of the bar I go drinking twice a week, and my friend the barmaid was hidden behind the bar for two hours. One of my best friend lives rue Bichat and heard the gunfire from his window. I know a family trapped in stade de France. I should have been drinking in Republique at 8PM yesterday, where they started shooting.

Yeah I get it. We are freaking out.

But please, stop spreading only the bad stuff. Stop the pictures and videos of bodies in the street, of yelling and blood. Stop talking about refugee’s hate, and islamophobia.

Talk more about the people that yelled in the street the number of the code to their flat when victims where running everywhere to bring them to safety. The man that opened the window of his flat to victims of the Bataclan stranded on the roof.

Talk about the man that went back to help a stranger pregnant woman, and the kid that was carried to safety by a total stranger worried he could be trampled by the crowd.

Talk about the social media, the hashtag #porteouverte to get people out of the street and #voyageavecmoi to help people afraid to travel alone because of their religion/skin color.

Talk about the taxis that stayed in the street, bringing people home for free all night, and the bus drivers that helped evacuate the Bataclan.

The people crowding the blood centers, so much that Paris now has to send them back home.

The people in their home, terrified and in shock, and only waiting for the possibility to crowd the street and show them that we are afraid but not broken, and together.

There are handfuls of people that will take out of this tragedy all the bad lessons, the wrong evidences.

But please don’t talk about them. Talk about the fraternity and the love of the scared, scarred, ones in Paris. Because we are so many, and we won’t give up

me every time there is a dog regardless of the situation (via spockular)

When 😊 you’re 😊 trying 😊 really 😊 hard 😊 not 😊 to 😊 let 😊 your 😊insecurities 😊 ruin 😊 things

will never understand why the smell of girls perfume lasts 8 secs meanwhile boys can go through an apocalypse and still smell like cologne??

For a second I thought these jerks were doing some The Outsiders cosplay or something.

(x)

Good Lord.

::Swoooon::

Draco: *draws picture of Harry and sends it to him through a blown kiss*

Draco: I’m so good at bullying