Cute Dylan listening to Flowers on the wall with his friend in a car, I love it.
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Cute Dylan listening to Flowers on the wall with his friend in a car, I love it.
My brother’s murder and its aftermath.
A story originally published by Gawker in 2013, re-issued by The Atavist as part of our Revived series, which breathes new life into old stories.
Issue no. 175, “A Hollywood Ending,” is now available:
No longer would I be the younger sibling, squirming under his rule. Never again would he take an offhand remark about spilled water and turn it into an hour-long battle of wills that I was sure to lose. No more would I have to endure his dorky jokes. His too-loud squawk of a public laugh. His OCD-like finger-sniffing habit. His Grateful Dead bootlegs. His cajoling. His hectoring. His preternaturally stinky feet. His awkward and uncool way with girls. His insistence on making and then standing by claims I knew—I knew so hard—were not true. Impossible. The way he drew out my name, annoyingly, when he wanted something: “C’mon, Maaa-uhhhh-cccccc.” His never failing to upbraid me because he believed I ordered terribly in restaurants and should look the waiter in the eye and speak louder. His related feeling that he’d always ordered the best thing on the menu, far superior to what I’d gotten. His stoner friends. His egg breath. His egg farts. His tie-dyed T-shirts. His mirrored shades. His fondness for wizards. Fairies. Led Zeppelin tropes. His confidence in his own coolness. His unstoppable loyalty to me. His belief in me. His belief I could do better, try harder. His pushing me. To move, move, move to Los Angeles. Take acting lessons. Buy a motorcycle. Ride around in the endless summer.
I dont know why you girls are so repulsed by me
Who is this chud😂
Clmbn memorial photos | plans, blueprints and old photos
I was bored so i was searching trough web archive, when I found this site (clmbnmemorial.org) I personally never seen these pictures before, despite that I'm into the whole case for a quite some time now
Building of the memorial:
Opening the memorial, 2007:
volunteers at the memorial:
In case I covered their faces lol. In later years, the admins added the tab where they were describing that they need volunteers because of some small things like pruning shrubs, but also with removing graffiti More photos:
On other site, someone wrote a song about Columbine and he sold the CD with it, in order to gain money for victim's parents
lil edit: plan boards
TCC DON'T SUPPORT THIS CHEATER..
She cheated on me and her ex before me!!!
These are her socials and her number + what she looks like!
The person who is blurred out in the picture is her sick aunt that's dying from cancer
She threatened me w sh and suicide and made me relapse after being 6 months clean!
TCC PLEASE DO YOUR JOB AND HARASS THIS MF