Those stories don’t attract anywhere near the attention that murders receive. But I often think about them (drive-by shootings, robbery woundings, innocent bystanders catching a stray round, children witnessing shootings) when there’s a mass shooting somewhere like Newtown, Conn., or Aurora, Colo., or Oak Creek, Wis., towns previously relatively untouched by gun violence. These unspeakable bursts of evil shred lives, families and communities, and the nation rightfully fixates on their grief and healing.

But for every one of those victimized towns, there are dozens of American cities where, every year, many more people are shot than in any single gun rampage. In those places — Newark, or New Orleans, where around 20 people were wounded last weekend when a gunman opened fire on a Mother’s Day parade — there is no definable healing process, because the violence never really stops…
Jonathan Schuppe, NBC reporter & former staff crime reporter @ The Newark Star-Ledger, “Gunshots on Warm Spring Evenings”, New York Times, May 17, 2013 (via auntieimperial)

oddtitties:

noteverysmileisrealxo:

feistily:

I’m scared to grow up. what if I end up alone. what if my career choice plummets. what if all my friends are happily employed and in relationships. what if no one wants me.
I don’t want to grow up.

i think about this almost everyday.

I think about this every single day

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