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..i don’t need you but i love coming home knowing that you’re behind the door..

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Matt Van der Velde’s Abandoned American Asylums

As Hallow’s Eve approaches, photographer Matt Van der Velde takes us to an unnerving journey inside America’s abandoned mental health institutions, hospitals and asylums, full of stories and dramas with each location.

From the private hospital that treated Marilyn Monroe and other celebrities to the place in which the first lobotomy proceeded, Matt’s travel series is surely to keep us in our toes.

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Your words touch me like a firm hand between my legs.

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Let’s talk about the murdered and kidnapped aboriginal woman in Canada and how nobody is doing anything.

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Vice recently did a video on The Highway of Tears, Highway 16 between Prince George and Prince Rupert, British Columbia, Canada, where there have been many unsolved murders and disappearance, most being young Indigenous women.

You can’t help but shudder at the sinister nickname for British Columbia’s Provincial AutoRoute 16, known as “The Highway of Tears,” which is both a trucking passage and the winding graveyard of up to 42 aboriginal women—most of which assumed murdered by a series of active serial killers. In fact, the RCMP, Canada’s famous Mounties and the chief police force investigating the murders—believes there are active serial killers currently operating along the highway. The RCMP puts the official number of women who have been murdered along the highway at 18. Running west to east through some of the most remote terrain in North America, passing by desolate First Nations reserves and logging towns, the highway has become synonymous with the endemic violence towards Native women in Canada: They’re five times more likely than any other ethnicity in the country to be raped or murdered. It really wasn’t until a white tree planter was murdered and discovered on the highway in 2002, that the RCMP finally launched a full-scale investigation. The taskforce, called EPANA, has had its funding cut several times in the last few years and no one is sure what they are doing now. Ray Michalko, a former RCMP detective who quit the force, is now one of the only men on the job as a private investigator. He works directly with the families of missing or murdered indigenous women on his own dime. He takes VICE on a tour of, basically, Canada’s Valley of Death and connects us with the families who have turned to him after sometimes decades of stalled police investigations.

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why don’t you try a few complete sentences? This sounds like a fucking E.E. Cummings poem.

2015 in review

With 2015 coming to a close we tend to reflect on this past year and everything that has happened to us; for me I found my reflections quite sad. This year was the first full year without my perfect Grandma; there was a lot of time spent missing things. Things like: Walking in to her house and hearing “How’s Chelser Dawn doing today?” Grandma being the only person to ever call me “Chelser” I can’t really find comfort in hearing it from anyone else. I can’t get used to going to her house and there being none of her baking, sure the wonderful friends my Grandparents have drop stuff off on a regular basis but it lacks that special Grandmother’s touch. I miss giving that tiny woman hugs and kisses. The worst of all is not remembering things, feeling like I am losing my connection with her when it’s only been just over a year since we lost her. That sense of utter panic when you realize the little things seem to be slipping away, then there are the moments where you remember little memories out of no where and your heart feels like its been stabbed and your stomach sinks and you are full of sorrow. This year has been full of adjusting and accepting, something I have always struggled with but this has been the worst. This year we also lost my Grandma’s best friend of over 50 years, whom was just as much family to me as my real family is. She went in to the doctor for what was supposed to be something small but ended up finding out she had stage 4 lung cancer and within the month, like that, she was also gone. On the same day we lost her I also found out my younger sister got diagnosed with MS, it was a lot to take in. I was thinking about all these awful things that happened to me this past year and then I started thinking about the positive things. I hadn’t talked to my Dad, Step Mom, or siblings in over two years and yes it took something awful to put things into perspective for me but it worked. I have been working towards having healthy positive relationships with all of them and I was introduced to my sister’s boyfriend, Thomas. He has so much love for Alexa and when faced with struggle he faces it without fear. They compliment each other so well and he is there for her 100% with so much love behind him. I catch him just starting at her sometimes with a smile on his face and it makes my heart so warm. And when I am missing my Grandma calling me “Chelser” I can hear the way Thomas says my name “Chelsey” with almost an angry undertone to it that its comical and I get a little less sad. I am so happy to have this amazing man truly be a part of our family.

This year I also moved back to Edmonton, which I struggled with because I felt like I was leaving my Grandma behind, and truly beginning my life without her. It has been tough but I love my little home and really am happy with my decision.

I have grown closer with my two best friends Crystal and Melanie, whom without I would be so lost. Mel had a perfect baby boy who lights up my life with every gummy smile, pouting lip quiver, and squawk he makes. I am proud to call these two crafty, funny, kind hearted women my rocks.

My Mom, my Papa and my older sister continue to my emotional supports, like they always have been. I often find it hard that they are 12 and 16 hours away but know that if I ever need to I can call them they are a phone call away and full of comforting love.

2015 has been full of loss and sorrow but also was filled with just as much joy. I am excited to see what 2016 holds for me and will greet it with open arms.

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