After hours adventuring is what you want..
I guess… But I’m not very good at climbing and stuff.
Wow, authority people in this town must really hate street art. There’s nowhere to put up posters. Hm.
(via lifeisadrag)
“When the police are the ones dealing the blows” - what’s really going on during the riots in Stockholm
this text is translated from this swedish article on megafonen.com
Last night.I wake up from the noise of someone screaming and banging on my bedroom window.
I fumble drowsily towards the window, tear away the curtain and there see my friends outside screaming. I can’t hear what they are saying. I open the window..
- They smashed us to pieces!
- Who?
- The police.
- What?
I run to open the street door.
H has been my friend for 11 years, never have I seen her this upset. It’s not an exaggeration. N can barely get a word out.
H holds up her scraped up palms on the verge of tears and explains:
“Me and N are standing at the center of town. We were on our way home, but stop for a minute to talk with a couple of friends who are observing the events.
We are now a small group standing and talking.
Suddenly we see around ten police officers running towards us. All of them wearing shields and helmets, armed with batons. A few of us starts running, in different directions. Afraid. N is one of them.
She yells at me to run. But no I’m not going to run, I haven’t done anything. I’m on my way home. In my neighbourhood. I think ‘What are they going to do?’.
With the police running behind us I make a turn into a footpath by the centre, where I’m faced with twenty or so police officers. I’m still not running, I’m walking. Thinking I’m just going to pass them and keep walking.
All of a sudden three police officers grab me, throws me down and yells
- GET DOWN GET DOWN GET DOWN
They raise their batons and starts to beat me. BAM BAM BAM!
- What the fuck are you doing?! Stop! I’m just on my way home!
- GO, GET OUT OF HERE! a police officer yells.
- I can’t walk! Please don’t hit me! I yell.
BAM BAM BAM! They keep beating me. While I’m taking the blows they scream,
- WHORE! You whore, run!
N is running ahead.
- H run!
Finally I manage to run..
All of this happens in just a matter of seconds.N: At the same time as I’m running between the police officers, they are beating me with batons. I’m hit several times across my thighs and butt.”
I live just a stone’s throw from the centre so they end up at my place. They say that downtown Norsborg is chaos. The police are beating up people at random. Never have they felt this unsure in their own neighbourhood as tonight.
Now I am afraid.
Marathon watching Arrested Development before the 4th season premiere works better for my mood than any benzo.
(Source: nifri, via xvegan-or-dieex)
*Sees a scribble in a public toilet that says “str8 boys suck, men swallow”, draws the conclusion that heterosexuals are systematically oppressed*
(via vegananas)
So, in the middle of everything today, we ran across a hellaciously distressed momma mallard and a bunch of her baby ducks that had fallen down a sewer grate. Another guy was already trying to fish them out, so my friend and I called animal control before we tried to fish the rest of them out. When Animal Control got there, we had all of them out and the mother duck quacking very happily. I was surprised - none of us got snapped at or hurt. I was even holding onto a bag at one point that had all of them in it and she just watched me.
(via seitanpancake)
We have entered a world of hetero-phobia. This is not okay. Picture from SF state. #stophate
Heterophobia, really?
