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it's been like 40 days now right? oil just spilling out into our ocean, so much at a time, and it never stops, we can't stop it. thinking about it is so damn scary. it honestly feels strange, almost criminal, when images like this come up, and i remember its going on...it feels criminal to think about anything else. buying summer dresses, picnics by the water*, drawing in a sketchbook, reading a book, warm kisses, cuddling my kitten...all the wonderful things that happen lately seem dull and pointless when i think of all this gushing into my ocean, and the sea animals that are dying, and the blue blue blue water, all black and thick and sticky, like some filthy, lethal mud-milkshake.

fuck you bp!