Indoor Living, Mm.

i now live inside a building. one with a kitchen. my washer and dryer. all that ish. 

thing is? i’ve been here, indoors, for 18 months. 

truth: i was happier, living in my car.

seems insane; i know. but there, i was free. from interruption. unwilling contact with others. and i stayed on the beach. my pacific ocean.

i dream of going back to that life. my family has fits, at the mention. also, i no longer have my beloved car — sold it, to transfer my belongings out of storage, all the way to this place where i make no sense, south carolina. mm.

so, i’m here. with you. 

at least, for the moment. i’m still living that life: moment by moment.

c/s

~canela

todaysdocument:
“  “San Francisco, California. High School boys look over Buchanan Street scene, prior to evacuation of residents of Japanese ancestry. Evacuees will be housed in War Relocation Authority centers for the duration.” 4/4/1942 “Lange,... Alta resolución

todaysdocument:

“San Francisco, California. High School boys look over Buchanan Street scene, prior to evacuation of residents of Japanese ancestry. Evacuees will be housed in War Relocation Authority centers for the duration.” 4/4/1942

Lange, Dorothea, 1895-1965, Photographer. Series: Central Photographic File of the War Relocation Authority, 1942 - 1945. Record Group 210: Records of the War Relocation Authority, 1941 - 1989

Professional photographers such as Dorothea Lange were commissioned by the War Relocation Authority to document the daily life and treatment of Japanese-Americans interned during World War II.  More War Relocation Authority photos by Dorothea Lange.

Explore more resources from @usnatarchives​ on Japanese American Internment and Executive Order 9066:

(Fuente: catalog.archives.gov)

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tumblr user, drinking a bottle of uncontaminated water in post apocalyptic america: i love this?? this is so pure omg

tumblr user, finding a miraculously untouched packet of frozen pastries in post-apocalyptic america: beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure

tumblr user, succumbing to dehydration in the wilderness of post-apocalyptic america: my hands are literally shaking as I type this

tumblr edgelord, to a booby-trap in post-apocalyptic america, an arrow embedded deep in their chest: i’m sorry, are you triggered? 

tumblr user, attempting to reestablish a pony express mail service across the shattered remnants of post-apocalyptic america: this post is important

tumblr user, standing behind thousands of other refugees from post-apocalyptic america, straining to hear the instructions of the volunteer who is giving them their floor space assignments: say it louder for the people in the back

tumblr user, handing out vials —filled with a cure for the plague which has devastated the world— to the remaining people of post-apocalyptic america: spread this like wildfire

tumblr user, checking the post-apocalyptic town’s notice board for information important to rebuilding: why doesn’t this have more notes??

tumblr user, about to venture out into a dangerous part of the post-apocalyptic world with a small group of volunteers for whom they care for dearly and are concerned about the mental wellbeing of and the impact the adventure could have on them: if you don’t like this unfollow me right now

tumblr user, watching a boy be dragged into the stocks of a post-apocalyptic settlement for the crime of stealing a crust of bread: FREE HIM

Post post modernism

tumblr user, trekking on foot across the burned out plains of post-apocalyptic america in search of refuge for what seems like forever: Is Canada even real?

tumblr user, being offered bark tea to fend off against scurvy in post-apocalyptic america: This tea is HOT!

tumblr user, alone and searching for the warmth and comfort of other humans and being jumped by a group of post-apocalyptic american vigilantes: I came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

tumblr user, caring for a nursery of small children, the last children born into this broken, dying world, gently feeding them watery broth: take a fuckin’ sip babes

tumblr user, watching a suspicious figure approach the gates of their ramshackle settlement in post-apocalyptic america: who is she

tumblr user, looking helplessly at their shattered pole weapon before perishing in the battle circle of post-apocalyptic america: wtf staff

Some things never change *s

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