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Future, Journey, and Life: Captured from a PaytationM Pro imagesreguire a 4K display FRA demifiendrsa: Death Stranding 鈥 Release Date Reveal Trailer. The game will launch for Playstation 4 worldwide on November 8, 2019.Extended Japanese version聽 Message from Hideo Kojima Game editionsPre-order the Standard Edition for $59.99 USD MSRP/ $79.99 CAD MSRP and immediately get a voucher to download a Chibi Ludens PSN Avatar 鈥 a stylized version of the iconic logo for Kojima Productions 鈥 plus, a Death Stranding PS4 Dynamic Theme at launch.Pre-orders also receive special gold versions of in-game items earned through gameplay:Gold 鈥淪am鈥 SunglassesGold HatGold Speed Skeleton: Increase the speed of Sam鈥檚 movement when equippedGold Armor Plate: Increase protection against any damage Sam takesThe Special Edition ($69.99 USD MSRP/ $89.99 CAD MSRP) includes a collectible Steelbook case. Pre-order and receive all incentives offered through the Standard Edition. The Special Edition also includes 鈥揂 special gold version of the Gold 鈥淟udens Mask鈥 Sunglasses earned through gameplay.As well as these digital bonuses:Music Album Digital DownloadBehind the Scenes Making Of Digital VideoPre-order the Digital Deluxe Edition for $79.99 USD / $99.99 CAD MSRP and receive all digital pre-order incentives offered via the Standard Edition. The Digital Deluxe also includes 鈥揝pecial gold versions of in-game items earned through gameplay:Gold 鈥淟udens Mask鈥 SunglassesGold Power Skeleton: Enhance Sam鈥檚 ability to handle heavy cargoGold All-Terrain Skeleton: Enhance Sam鈥檚 ability to balance himself on uneven terrainGold Armor Plate (Level 2): Stronger protection for Sam against falls, gunfire, and moreDeath Stranding Collector鈥檚 Edition ($199.99 USD MSRP / $249.99 CAD MSRP), which includes all Digital Deluxe Edition in-game items and bonus contents, the Special Edition Steelbook, plus:Life-sized BB Pod StatueBRIDGES Cargo CaseLudens KeychainScreenshotsOverviewAfter the collapse of civilization, Sam Bridges must journey across a ravaged landscape crawling with otherworldly threats to save mankind from the brink of extinction. From legendary game creator Hideo Kojima comes an all-new, genre-defying experience for the PlayStation 4 system.Starring Norman Reedus, Mads Mikkelsen, L茅a Seydoux, and Lindsay Wagner.A Journey to Reconnect a Fractured SocietyIn the near future, mysterious explosions have rocked the planet, setting off a series of supernatural events known as the Death Stranding. With spectral creatures plaguing the landscape, and the planet on the verge of a mass extinction, it鈥檚 up to Sam Bridges to journey across the ravaged wasteland and save mankind from impending annihilation.
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Death Stranding 鈥 Release Date Reveal Trailer. The game will launch for Playstation 4 worldwide on November 8, 2019.Extended Japanese version聽

Message from Hideo Kojima

Game editionsPre-order the Standard Edition for $59.99 USD MSRP/ $79.99 CAD MSRP and immediately get a voucher to download a Chibi Ludens PSN Avatar 鈥 a stylized version of the iconic logo for Kojima Productions 鈥 plus, a Death Stranding PS4 Dynamic Theme at launch.Pre-orders also receive special gold versions of in-game items earned through gameplay:Gold 鈥淪am鈥 SunglassesGold HatGold Speed Skeleton: Increase the speed of Sam鈥檚 movement when equippedGold Armor Plate: Increase protection against any damage Sam takesThe Special Edition ($69.99 USD MSRP/ $89.99 CAD MSRP) includes a collectible Steelbook case. Pre-order and receive all incentives offered through the Standard Edition. The Special Edition also includes 鈥揂 special gold version of the Gold 鈥淟udens Mask鈥 Sunglasses earned through gameplay.As well as these digital bonuses:Music Album Digital DownloadBehind the Scenes Making Of Digital VideoPre-order the Digital Deluxe Edition for $79.99 USD / $99.99 CAD MSRP and receive all digital pre-order incentives offered via the Standard Edition. The Digital Deluxe also includes 鈥揝pecial gold versions of in-game items earned through gameplay:Gold 鈥淟udens Mask鈥 SunglassesGold Power Skeleton: Enhance Sam鈥檚 ability to handle heavy cargoGold All-Terrain Skeleton: Enhance Sam鈥檚 ability to balance himself on uneven terrainGold Armor Plate (Level 2): Stronger protection for Sam against falls, gunfire, and moreDeath Stranding Collector鈥檚 Edition ($199.99 USD MSRP / $249.99 CAD MSRP), which includes all Digital Deluxe Edition in-game items and bonus contents, the Special Edition Steelbook, plus:Life-sized BB Pod StatueBRIDGES Cargo CaseLudens KeychainScreenshotsOverviewAfter the collapse of civilization, Sam Bridges must journey across a ravaged landscape crawling with otherworldly threats to save mankind from the brink of extinction. From legendary game creator Hideo Kojima comes an all-new, genre-defying experience for the PlayStation 4 system.Starring Norman Reedus, Mads Mikkelsen, L茅a Seydoux, and Lindsay Wagner.A Journey to Reconnect a Fractured SocietyIn the near future, mysterious explosions have rocked the planet, setting off a series of supernatural events known as the Death Stranding. With spectral creatures plaguing the landscape, and the planet on the verge of a mass extinction, it鈥檚 up to Sam Bridges to journey across the ravaged wasteland and save mankind from impending annihilation.

demifiendrsa: Death Stranding 鈥 Release Date Reveal Trailer. The game will launch for Playstation 4 worldwide on November 8, 2019.Extende...

Definitely, Fucking, and Lit: inside-us-only-stars: ojavenger: supernaturallysarcastic: edwardspoonhands: overtheunderpass: surprise-adoption: Bottle rocket under ice rad聽 I鈥檓 pretty sure that the reason the ice fractured into six slices is the same reason snowflakes are often six sided and it has to do with the shape of a molecule of water and I just think that鈥檚 so freaking cool. How would it even stay lit though? !!!!! it IS actually because of the structure of water molecules! Water molecules are fuckin weird, as are lots of other liquid substance molecules, because theyre shaped like fuckin HEXAGONS! hexagons are those weird, six-sided shapes that re very sturdy, but they dont tend to sit very well when stacked together. thats why, when you fill up a glass of water to its full capacity, it can go OVER the brim a little and not spill over. It鈥檚 also why water beads. anyway, so since water is essentially made up of a gazillion little hexagons, it tends to gather into larger hexagons as it shapes together. this is not visible unless the water is in a solid form, aka ice. when the water is split, it tends to crack around the established hexagons. that bottle rocket exploded in the PERFECT place to show this phenomenon and its geeking me out. ALSO! the bottle rocket stays lit because the fuse was definitely waterproof and made with magnesium and an oxidizer of some sort. this means that they will burn underwater because they dont need the oxygen from the air to stay lit. thats so fucking weird isnt it. im tipsy and its the 4th of july. sorry for the science haha Don鈥檛 you dare apologize for science
Definitely, Fucking, and Lit: inside-us-only-stars:

ojavenger:

supernaturallysarcastic:

edwardspoonhands:

overtheunderpass:

surprise-adoption:

Bottle rocket under ice

rad聽

I鈥檓 pretty sure that the reason the ice fractured into six slices is the same reason snowflakes are often six sided and it has to do with the shape of a molecule of water and I just think that鈥檚 so freaking cool.

How would it even stay lit though?

!!!!! it IS actually because of the structure of water molecules! Water molecules are fuckin weird, as are lots of other liquid substance molecules, because theyre shaped like fuckin HEXAGONS! hexagons are those weird, six-sided shapes that re very sturdy, but they dont tend to sit very well when stacked together. thats why, when you fill up a glass of water to its full capacity, it can go OVER the brim a little and not spill over. It鈥檚 also why water beads.
anyway, so since water is essentially made up of a gazillion little hexagons, it tends to gather into larger hexagons as it shapes together. this is not visible unless the water is in a solid form, aka ice. when the water is split, it tends to crack around the established hexagons. that bottle rocket exploded in the PERFECT place to show this phenomenon and its geeking me out.
ALSO! the bottle rocket stays lit because the fuse was definitely waterproof and made with magnesium and an oxidizer of some sort. this means that they will burn underwater because they dont need the oxygen from the air to stay lit. thats so fucking weird isnt it. im tipsy and its the 4th of july. sorry for the science haha

Don鈥檛 you dare apologize for science

inside-us-only-stars: ojavenger: supernaturallysarcastic: edwardspoonhands: overtheunderpass: surprise-adoption: Bottle rocket under i...

Alive, Crime, and Life: Neil Josten is the newest addition to the Palmetto State University Exy team. He's short, he's fast, he's got a ton of potential-and he's the runaway son of the murderous crime lord known as The Signing a contract with the PSU Foxes is the last thing a guy like Neil should do. The team is high profile and he doesn't need sports crews broadcasting pictures of his face around the nation. His lies will hold up only so long under this kind of scrutiny and the truth will get him But Neil's not the only one with secrets on the team. One of Neil's new teammates is a friend from his old life, and Neil can't walk away from him a second time. Neil has survived the last eight years by running. Maybe he's finally found someone and something worth fighting for. 9 NORA SAKAVIC BOOK 2 OF ALL FOR THE GAME THE RAVEN KING The Foxes are a fractured mess, but their latest disaster might be the miracle they've always needed to come together as a team. The one person standing in their way is Andrew, and the only one who can break through his personal barriers is Neil. Except Andrew doesn't give up anything for free and Neil is terrible at trusting anyone but himself. The two don't have much time to come to terms with their situation before outside forces start tearing them apart. Riko is intent on destroying Neil's fragile new life, and the Foxes have just become collateral damage. Neil's days are numbered, but he's learning the hard way to go down fighting for what he believes in, and Neil believes in Andrew even if Andrew won't believe in himself 5 RAVEN THE KING NORA SAKAVIC BOOK 3 OF ALL FOR THE GAME THE KING'S MEN Neil Josten is out of time. He knew when he came to PSU he wouldn't survive the year, but with his death right around the corner he's got more reasons than ever to live. Befriending the Foxes was inadvisable. Kissing one is unthinkable. Neil should know better than to get involved with anyone this close to the end but Andrew's never been the easiest person to walk away from. If they both say it doesn't mean anything, maybe Neil won't regret losing it, but the one person Neil can't lie to is himself. He's got promises to keep and a team to get to championships if he can just outrun Riko a little longer, but Riko's not the only monster in Neil's life. The truth might get them all killed-or be Neil's one shot at getting out of this alive. THE KING'S MEN miniyrds:Alternate Book Covers: All for the Game by Nora Sakavic
Alive, Crime, and Life: Neil Josten is the newest addition to the Palmetto
 State University Exy team. He's short, he's fast,
 he's got a ton of potential-and he's the runaway
 son of the murderous crime lord known as The
 Signing a contract with the PSU Foxes is the last
 thing a guy like Neil should do. The team is high
 profile and he doesn't need sports crews
 broadcasting pictures of his face around the
 nation. His lies will hold up only so long under
 this kind of scrutiny and the truth will get him
 But Neil's not the only one with secrets on the
 team. One of Neil's new teammates is a friend
 from his old life, and Neil can't walk away from
 him a second time. Neil has survived the last eight
 years by running. Maybe he's finally found
 someone and something worth fighting for.
 9

 NORA SAKAVIC
 BOOK 2 OF ALL FOR THE GAME
 THE RAVEN KING
 The Foxes are a fractured mess, but their latest
 disaster might be the miracle they've always
 needed to come together as a team. The one
 person standing in their way is Andrew, and the
 only one who can break through his personal
 barriers is Neil.
 Except Andrew doesn't give up anything for free
 and Neil is terrible at trusting anyone but himself.
 The two don't have much time to come to terms
 with their situation before outside forces start
 tearing them apart. Riko is intent on destroying
 Neil's fragile new life, and the Foxes have just
 become collateral damage.
 Neil's days are numbered, but he's learning the
 hard way to go down fighting for what he believes
 in, and Neil believes in Andrew even if Andrew
 won't believe in himself
 5 RAVEN
 THE
 KING

 NORA SAKAVIC
 BOOK 3 OF ALL FOR THE GAME
 THE KING'S MEN
 Neil Josten is out of time. He knew when he came
 to PSU he wouldn't survive the year, but with his
 death right around the corner he's got more
 reasons than ever to live.
 Befriending the Foxes was inadvisable. Kissing
 one is unthinkable. Neil should know better than
 to get involved with anyone this close to the end
 but Andrew's never been the easiest person to
 walk away from. If they both say it doesn't mean
 anything, maybe Neil won't regret losing it, but
 the one person Neil can't lie to is himself.
 He's got promises to keep and a team to get to
 championships if he can just outrun Riko a little
 longer, but Riko's not the only monster in Neil's
 life. The truth might get them all killed-or be
 Neil's one shot at getting out of this alive.
 THE
 KING'S
 MEN
miniyrds:Alternate Book Covers: All for the Game by Nora Sakavic

miniyrds:Alternate Book Covers: All for the Game by Nora Sakavic

Anaconda, Beautiful, and Community: tumblr ESTD 2007 david: 10 years ago this Sunday, with modest expectations and little fanfare, Marco and I launched a side-project called Tumblr鈥攁 place where anyone could 鈥減ost anything and customize everything.鈥 Why did the world need Tumblr? I wasn鈥檛 sure it did. But I did. 2006 The net is vast and infinite. The web browser has become a multimedia powerhouse. 鈥淪ocial media鈥 is upending news and entertainment. One-year-old YouTube has created a phenomenon of 鈥渧iral video.鈥 Google hits for 鈥減odcast鈥 have jumped from 100-thousand to 100-million聽in less than a year. Twitter has just launched. And the 鈥渂logosphere鈥 has become the voice of millions, with the total number of blogs now doubling every six months. Dope. But for all this progress, some of the internet鈥檚 brightest promise is fading. The wide-open and whimsical frontier of the World Wide Web is being reshaped by strict, narrow platforms. Our pictures, videos, music, journals, articles, links, status updates, are spread across a dozen different networks鈥攅ach specializing in a single medium. The infinitely expressive canvas of HTML has been eclipsed by directories of vanilla-white profile pages. Our digital identities are fractured and engineers make the rules. Enter Tumblehub Tumblespot Tumblr, a modest solution inspired by an avant-garde community of bloggers calling themselves 鈥渢umbleloggers.鈥 The premise, simply, to make space for each individual鈥檚 full range of expression. A median between the author鈥檚 unfiltered and editorial voice. With complete control over design and presentation, so anyone can create something that truly represents themselves and that is truly unique. 2007 After four months of running my own blog on Tumblr, making tweaks and improvements, we open to the public. Hundreds of thousands of people begin using Tumblr to share some of the most eclectic, clever, and beautiful things we鈥檝e ever seen on the internet. We are humbled and awestruck. Racing to keep up, every feature we add attempts to stretch the canvas a little bit more, pushed by this community鈥檚 constant and boundless creativity. Five months in, you have captured our hearts. We work up the courage to pursue Tumblr full time. With a new purpose and brave聽investors, we close down our web development business and reopen as Tumblr, Inc. 2017 336 million Tumblrs. 146 billion posts. And counting. A generation of artists, writers, creators, curators, and crusaders that have redefined our culture. I can鈥檛 say this enough: Thank you, thank you, thank you for making Tumblr everything that it is. For everything we鈥檝e built, and all its shortcomings, you have managed to make this one of the most creative, lively, thoughtful, supportive, and open-minded corners of the world. We have learned so much from you and been so moved by your voices. The Next Ten Years The internet is at a crossroads again. Internet culture has become the prevalent, global culture. These networks expose us to new ideas and information but鈥搕oo often鈥搕rap us in bubbles. The world has been compressed, and we are constantly challenged to reconcile our differences. With so many barriers to digital expression now lifted, and nearly all modes of media supported across all platforms, there is now an unprecedented opportunity to dedicate this space to freedom, truth, expanded perspective, and positive influence in the world. Tumblr鈥檚 focus over the next decade will shift accordingly. Expression has been and always will be a foundational part of Tumblr鈥攁nd our roadmap this year will not disappoint鈥攂ut it is now more urgent than ever to empower positive and productive connections across the communities that thrive here. To create an environment where people are truly safe to be themselves. To ensure positive discourse rises above toxicity. And to protect the free exchange of ideas, from which truth will emerge. We still have so much to prove and so much we鈥檝e promised you. With this renewed focus, we are determined to deliver. One Last Thing From the bottom of my heart, thank you聽to everyone working on, and who has ever worked on, Tumblr. I鈥檝e learned so much from all of you, and it is a privilege to come to work with so many brilliant and talented people. We couldn鈥檛 have done any of this without your maniacal devotion throughout this journey. Fuck yeah to 10 more聽馃挋
Anaconda, Beautiful, and Community: tumblr
 ESTD
 2007
david:
10 years ago this Sunday, with modest expectations and little fanfare, Marco and I launched a side-project called Tumblr鈥攁 place where anyone could 鈥減ost anything and customize everything.鈥
Why did the world need Tumblr? I wasn鈥檛 sure it did. But I did.
2006
The net is vast and infinite. The web browser has become a multimedia powerhouse. 鈥淪ocial media鈥 is upending news and entertainment. One-year-old YouTube has created a phenomenon of 鈥渧iral video.鈥 Google hits for 鈥減odcast鈥 have jumped from 100-thousand to 100-million聽in less than a year. Twitter has just launched. And the 鈥渂logosphere鈥 has become the voice of millions, with the total number of blogs now doubling every six months. Dope.
But for all this progress, some of the internet鈥檚 brightest promise is fading. The wide-open and whimsical frontier of the World Wide Web is being reshaped by strict, narrow platforms. Our pictures, videos, music, journals, articles, links, status updates, are spread across a dozen different networks鈥攅ach specializing in a single medium. The infinitely expressive canvas of HTML has been eclipsed by directories of vanilla-white profile pages. Our digital identities are fractured and engineers make the rules.
Enter Tumblehub Tumblespot Tumblr, a modest solution inspired by an avant-garde community of bloggers calling themselves 鈥渢umbleloggers.鈥 The premise, simply, to make space for each individual鈥檚 full range of expression. A median between the author鈥檚 unfiltered and editorial voice. With complete control over design and presentation, so anyone can create something that truly represents themselves and that is truly unique.
2007
After four months of running my own blog on Tumblr, making tweaks and improvements, we open to the public. Hundreds of thousands of people begin using Tumblr to share some of the most eclectic, clever, and beautiful things we鈥檝e ever seen on the internet.
We are humbled and awestruck.
Racing to keep up, every feature we add attempts to stretch the canvas a little bit more, pushed by this community鈥檚 constant and boundless creativity. Five months in, you have captured our hearts. We work up the courage to pursue Tumblr full time.
With a new purpose and brave聽investors, we close down our web development business and reopen as Tumblr, Inc.
2017
336 million Tumblrs. 146 billion posts. And counting.
A generation of artists, writers, creators, curators, and crusaders that have redefined our culture. 
I can鈥檛 say this enough: Thank you, thank you, thank you for making Tumblr everything that it is. For everything we鈥檝e built, and all its shortcomings, you have managed to make this one of the most creative, lively, thoughtful, supportive, and open-minded corners of the world.
We have learned so much from you and been so moved by your voices.
The Next Ten Years
The internet is at a crossroads again.
Internet culture has become the prevalent, global culture. These networks expose us to new ideas and information but鈥搕oo often鈥搕rap us in bubbles. The world has been compressed, and we are constantly challenged to reconcile our differences.
With so many barriers to digital expression now lifted, and nearly all modes of media supported across all platforms, there is now an unprecedented opportunity to dedicate this space to freedom, truth, expanded perspective, and positive influence in the world. Tumblr鈥檚 focus over the next decade will shift accordingly.
Expression has been and always will be a foundational part of Tumblr鈥攁nd our roadmap this year will not disappoint鈥攂ut it is now more urgent than ever to empower positive and productive connections across the communities that thrive here. To create an environment where people are truly safe to be themselves. To ensure positive discourse rises above toxicity. And to protect the free exchange of ideas, from which truth will emerge.
We still have so much to prove and so much we鈥檝e promised you. With this renewed focus, we are determined to deliver.
One Last Thing
From the bottom of my heart, thank you聽to everyone working on, and who has ever worked on, Tumblr. I鈥檝e learned so much from all of you, and it is a privilege to come to work with so many brilliant and talented people. We couldn鈥檛 have done any of this without your maniacal devotion throughout this journey.
Fuck yeah to 10 more聽馃挋

david: 10 years ago this Sunday, with modest expectations and little fanfare, Marco and I launched a side-project called Tumblr鈥攁 place wher...

Bones, Funny, and Tumblr: 13 December at 23:42 e Went to the phyiso this morning 2 find out i have torn a bone in my shouder LikeCommentShare nd 1 other how do you tear a bone do you mean broke.or torn a muscle or ligament? Like Reply-13 December at 23:44 torn a bone Like Reply-13 December at 23:47 how do you tear a bone surely that means its broke Like Reply-13 December at 23:47 Write a reply You sure you don't mean torn the muscle off a bone? Like Reply 1-14 December at 06:22 nope thats what the physio said torn my bone Like Reply-14 December at 07:13 Not being funny but you can not tear a bone it's either broken or fractured if you had done somthing to the bone you would be in hospital with a cast on it, sounds more like a muscle or ligament Like Reply 1-14 December at 07:59 Like Reply 14 December at 12:23 Like Reply-14 December at 12:35 Like Reply 1-14 December at 12:47 Like Reply 3-14 December at 12:51 a Ha Hal! What!? what do you recommend for torn bones? A year re-doing year 7 Biology is the best treatment for that! Reply-17-14 December at 12:56 Unlike Like Reply 2-14 December at 13:09 Write a reply Thats what i got told at the hospital physio Like Reply 14 December at 18:20 et a new physio mate Like Reply -14 December at 19:12 Edited You sure you weren't speaking to one of the porters lad? Like Reply 3-14 December at 18:50-Edited Write a reply have never been so lost for words Like Reply 2-14 December at 18:51 replied -1 Reply I think this deserves some kind of punishment at e next social Like Reply 14 December at 18:58 replied -1 Reply I the best on your speedy recovery, if a torn bone is anything like torn banjo, I feel your pain! Like Reply 3-14 December at 19:11 replied - 1 Reply I hope you didn't injure yourselves in the same way Like Reply 1-14 December at 19:14 Write a comment memehumor: Man suffers from torn bone
Bones, Funny, and Tumblr: 13 December at 23:42 e
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 have torn a bone in my shouder
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 how do you tear a bone do you mean broke.or torn a muscle
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 You sure you don't mean torn the muscle off a bone?
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 nope thats what the physio said torn my bone
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 Not being funny
 but you can not tear a bone it's either
 broken or fractured if you had done somthing to the bone you would be in hospital
 with a cast on it, sounds more like a muscle or ligament
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 a Ha Hal! What!?
 what do you recommend for torn bones?
 A year re-doing year 7 Biology is the best treatment for that!
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 Thats what i got told at the hospital physio
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Bitch, Bones, and Cheating: This campaign is trending! $5,662 of $20k goal Raised by 42 people in 23 hours Donate Now f Share on Facebook Created October 14, 2016 yung neva POMPANO BEACH, FL orbital surgery YN there's two fractures in my left eye socket due to an aggressive hit, along with nose and jaw fractures. since these bones are fractured they're piercing into the back of my eyeball causing damage to an optical nerve and my eye itself. the left side of my face has lost some sensation, i cannot feel my upper lip on the left side, and same for my upper teeth on the left side. and as for my left eye's vision, it's diminishing as the days go by. it's crucial iget the surgeryotherwise my eyeballwill die and the nerve connecting my lip/cheek and teeth will eventually die as well. i'd appreciate anything, this is a very strenuous obstacle that has been put into my hands. Help spread the word! ETALLIC @ 78% oo AT&T 4:59 PM Touch to resume FaceTime 00:49 neva sativa @yourlOnelystar So what if you don't get the surgery, will your eye heal? Bitch jahseh gon have to cough up something cause it's gonna fall on him anyway 4:48 PM My eyeball will die 4:58 PM Like you'll go blind? 4:58 PM And my nerve connecting my cheek/lip/teeth to my brain on the left side will die as well Like my left eye will turn white. Eventually And l'll only have one working eye 4:59 PM Girl I'm in tears rn Start a new message GIF Home Notifications Moments Messages 袦e nandithuglife: thenotoriousbre46: studentmadeofmelanin: mountainshigh-valleylow: 56blogsstillcrazy: please Reblog help spread the word https://www.gofundme.com/2ubv19w Jesus help her. What happened?? 馃槩 馃様馃檹馃従 馃様 HER BOYFRIEND DID THIS TO HER. She鈥檚 pregnant and he found out that she was cheating on him while he was in jail and he got out just to beat her and now he鈥檚 back in jail.
Bitch, Bones, and Cheating: This campaign is trending!
 $5,662 of $20k goal
 Raised by 42 people in 23 hours
 Donate Now
 f Share on Facebook
 Created October 14, 2016
 yung neva
 POMPANO BEACH, FL
 orbital surgery
 YN

 there's two fractures in my left eye socket due to an aggressive hit, along
 with nose and jaw fractures. since these bones are fractured they're
 piercing into the back of my eyeball causing damage to an optical nerve
 and my eye itself. the left side of my face has lost some sensation, i cannot
 feel my upper lip on the left side, and same for my upper teeth on the left
 side. and as for my left eye's vision, it's diminishing as the days go by. it's
 crucial iget the surgeryotherwise my eyeballwill die and the nerve
 connecting my lip/cheek and teeth will eventually die as well. i'd
 appreciate anything, this is a very strenuous obstacle that has been put
 into my hands.
 Help spread the word!

 ETALLIC

 @ 78%
 oo AT&T
 4:59 PM
 Touch to resume FaceTime 00:49
 neva sativa
 @yourlOnelystar
 So what if you don't get the
 surgery, will your eye heal?
 Bitch jahseh gon have to
 cough up something cause it's
 gonna fall on him anyway
 4:48 PM
 My eyeball will die
 4:58 PM
 Like you'll go blind?
 4:58 PM
 And my nerve connecting my
 cheek/lip/teeth to my brain on
 the left side will die as well
 Like my left eye will turn white.
 Eventually
 And l'll only have one working
 eye
 4:59 PM
 Girl I'm in tears rn
 Start a new message
 GIF
 Home
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Jesus help her. What happened?? 馃槩

馃様馃檹馃従

馃様

HER BOYFRIEND DID THIS TO HER. She鈥檚 pregnant and he found out that she was cheating on him while he was in jail and he got out just to beat her and now he鈥檚 back in jail.

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America, Black Lives Matter, and Butt: Molly Suzanna on Thursday When I was 19, I was driving home erratically, crying. I did a rolling stop through a red light. I was a mile away from my house. I got pulled over. There are wonderful police officers in the world. This wasn't one of them. He was of the psychotic variety, of which there are also quite a few. Demanded I sign the ticket. He was being scary. I didn't know, nor was I advised, that you can go to jail for not signing a ticket. Usually an officer just lets you go because you have to appear in court regardless of whether you sign it. When I said I didn't want to sign it (not understanding any of the aforementioned stuf), he demanded I get out of the car. My father died three days later; it's what l'd been crying about. I was 150 pounds soaking wet (at 6'2", that's pretty slight), halfway through a BA at a private school with a 4.0, and terrified to be on the side of the road in the dark with a very angry man whom I didn't know. Instead of getting out of the car, I locked the door. I was afraid. I didn't know better. He kept screaming at me to, "Stop f"ing crying! It would have been so easy to deescalate the entire situation He drug me out of the open car window and onto the ground. He kicked me in the ribs. He fractured my wrist cuffing me and picking me up by the link between the cuffs. He held his boot to the back of my head with my face on loose gravel, leaving what would later become scars. He bounced my head off the side of the car when he was putting me in, all while laughing. He called for backup and none of the other officers would touch me. One even said, on camera, "This is wrong, man. She ran a red light." I, understandably, was hysterical. Crying. Screaming. Huge bruises starting to form on my face and body. Clothing torn. High heel even broke off Do you know what I was arrested for and charged with that day? Resisting arrest. Can you imagine? Resisting arrest. Fast forward to the jail. I'd never been in trouble. Had no idea what to expect.I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't breathe. I told them he'd broken my wrist but they wouldn't believe me. They strapped me in a chair when I wouldn't calm down. Strap on your forehead. Strap on your chest. Strap on each arm and each leg. Like a beast. I remember begging for someone to scratch my nose, hysterically sobbing.I remember being in that chair for hours, topless, because l'd gotten "unruly" during the strip, cough, and squat procedure and refused to do it. So they ripped my shirt off and as I fought them, they put me in the chair. I tried to fight back against a female guard when she tried to rip my pants off. I didn't understand why I was there. I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't think I should have been arrested. I was livid. And loud Then they parked me. For five hours. In that chair. Strapped down. In front of a men's holding cell. I was literally losing my mind. It was a black man who, for five hours, while incarcerated himself, talked calmly and softly to me. Sang to me. Said every kind thing you could imagine. I finally stopped screaming and trying to head butt or kick anyone who passed. He said, "Stop, or they'll kill you. Just stop baby girl. It's ok. You'll be ok if you stop." He was an angel. Straight from God I didn't get to use the phone for a full 12 hours. No one on the planet knew where l was I was so crazy after being in that chair by the time they placed me in a holding cell that I began to bang my head off the cinderblock wall. They had to let me sit in the hall, on the ground, because l almost broke my own nose. I was muttering incoherently and rocking They mailed me a charge six months later saying they'd found a joint under the back seat of the bolted in police car and that it belonged to me. How do you hide a joint from an officer while cuffed with a broken wrist and get it underneath the bolted in backseat of a cop car? You don't. They offered me every plea in the book on the two charges, all the way down to a misdemeanor. I would not enter a plea. I went to trial on a felony. Because I knew my innocence. Because we had the money for a good attorney. Because the justice system wasn't already systemically stacked against me and my color and gender were in my favor, as my lawyer pointed out. During the trial they "lost" my videos. My attorney threatened the city with a lawsuit. The tapes magically appeared. My jury came back in four minutes with a not guilty verdict. They were crying after seeing the videos of my arrest and the videos from inside the jail, of me in that chair. My jurors all hugged me. They told me I should sue. My dad had just died. I was a college student. I was tired. The prosecutor dropped the resisting charge when I beat the possession rap; meaning I legally and literally should never have been arrested in the first place. How do you get arrested for resisting arrest? During my trial, my attorney asked him if he kicked me in the ribs repeatedly while I was already cuffed. He laughed and said, "Yes." My attorney asked, "Do you think this is funny?" He said, " do." A week later police in the same town shot an unarmed and senile very elderly black man in the face because he wouldn't come with them. There were no videos. There was no social media. You haven't heard about him. But he's dead. You won't hear his story. This arrest is still on my record. It doesn't prevent me from anything but I do have to explain felony charges when I get pulled over or apply for a job. I have never publicly told this story. tell it to you, today. And here's why: If I were a black man, I would be dead. Plain and simple. Pretty white girls don't get shot during wrongful arrests. Not any that I know of, and certainly not me. You can't deny white privilege and what it affords you. To deny it is to acknowledgeit exists, that you are privy to it. You don't see it because it exists for you. Something is very wrong in this country. There is a sickness. Black men (and sometimes women) are dying. They are being gunned down. For no discernible reason, and at an alarming rate, by white officers. blue-author: turakamu: lennybaby2: lanie-love09: micdotcom: This white woman鈥檚 shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movement Molly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black 鈥 and she ends the letter with an important call to action. The public needs to hear more stories like this as well. Wow. This is horrifying. Cops are drunk on power. Add any ism to that, you have a bunch of abusive, gun wielding, trained to kill, non empathetic, killers running around. This woman got hauled out of a window, beaten, stripped, tortured, and humiliated, and she still is able to understand how white privilege saved her life.
America, Black Lives Matter, and Butt: Molly Suzanna
 on Thursday
 When I was 19, I was driving home erratically, crying. I did a rolling stop through a
 red light. I was a mile away from my house. I got pulled over. There are wonderful
 police officers in the world. This wasn't one of them. He was of the psychotic variety,
 of which there are also quite a few. Demanded I sign the ticket. He was being scary. I
 didn't know, nor was I advised, that you can go to jail for not signing a ticket. Usually
 an officer just lets you go because you have to appear in court regardless of whether
 you sign it. When I said I didn't want to sign it (not understanding any of the
 aforementioned stuf), he demanded I get out of the car. My father died three days
 later; it's what l'd been crying about. I was 150 pounds soaking wet (at 6'2", that's
 pretty slight), halfway through a BA at a private school with a 4.0, and terrified to be
 on the side of the road in the dark with a very angry man whom I didn't know. Instead
 of getting out of the car, I locked the door. I was afraid. I didn't know better.
 He kept screaming at me to, "Stop f"ing crying! It would have been so easy to
 deescalate the entire situation

 He drug me out of the open car window and onto the ground. He kicked me in the
 ribs. He fractured my wrist cuffing me and picking me up by the link between the
 cuffs. He held his boot to the back of my head with my face on loose gravel, leaving
 what would later become scars. He bounced my head off the side of the car when he
 was putting me in, all while laughing. He called for backup and none of the other
 officers would touch me. One even said, on camera, "This is wrong, man. She ran a
 red light." I, understandably, was hysterical. Crying. Screaming. Huge bruises
 starting to form on my face and body. Clothing torn. High heel even broke off
 Do you know what I was arrested for and charged with that day? Resisting arrest.
 Can you imagine? Resisting arrest.
 Fast forward to the jail. I'd never been in trouble. Had no idea what to expect.I
 couldn't stop crying. I couldn't breathe. I told them he'd broken my wrist but they
 wouldn't believe me. They strapped me in a chair when I wouldn't calm down. Strap
 on your forehead. Strap on your chest. Strap on each arm and each leg. Like a
 beast. I remember begging for someone to scratch my nose, hysterically sobbing.I
 remember being in that chair for hours, topless, because l'd gotten "unruly" during
 the strip, cough, and squat procedure and refused to do it. So they ripped my shirt off
 and as I fought them, they put me in the chair. I tried to fight back against a female
 guard when she tried to rip my pants off. I didn't understand why I was there. I didn't
 understand what was happening. I didn't think I should have been arrested. I was
 livid. And loud

 Then they parked me. For five hours. In that chair. Strapped down. In front of a
 men's holding cell. I was literally losing my mind. It was a black man who, for five
 hours, while incarcerated himself, talked calmly and softly to me. Sang to me. Said
 every kind thing you could imagine. I finally stopped screaming and trying to head
 butt or kick anyone who passed. He said, "Stop, or they'll kill you. Just stop baby girl.
 It's ok. You'll be ok if you stop." He was an angel. Straight from God
 I didn't get to use the phone for a full 12 hours. No one on the planet knew where l
 was
 I was so crazy after being in that chair by the time they placed me in a holding cell
 that I began to bang my head off the cinderblock wall. They had to let me sit in the
 hall, on the ground, because l almost broke my own nose. I was muttering
 incoherently and rocking
 They mailed me a charge six months later saying they'd found a joint under the back
 seat of the bolted in police car and that it belonged to me. How do you hide a joint
 from an officer while cuffed with a broken wrist and get it underneath the bolted in
 backseat of a cop car? You don't. They offered me every plea in the book on the two
 charges, all the way down to a misdemeanor. I would not enter a plea. I went to trial
 on a felony. Because I knew my innocence. Because we had the money for a good
 attorney. Because the justice system wasn't already systemically stacked against me
 and my color and gender were in my favor, as my lawyer pointed out.

 During the trial they "lost" my videos. My attorney threatened the city with a lawsuit.
 The tapes magically appeared. My jury came back in four minutes with a not guilty
 verdict. They were crying after seeing the videos of my arrest and the videos from
 inside the jail, of me in that chair. My jurors all hugged me. They told me I should
 sue. My dad had just died. I was a college student. I was tired. The prosecutor
 dropped the resisting charge when I beat the possession rap; meaning I legally and
 literally should never have been arrested in the first place. How do you get arrested
 for resisting arrest?
 During my trial, my attorney asked him if he kicked me in the ribs repeatedly while I
 was already cuffed. He laughed and said, "Yes." My attorney asked, "Do you think
 this is funny?" He said, " do."
 A week later police in the same town shot an unarmed and senile very elderly black
 man in the face because he wouldn't come with them. There were no videos. There
 was no social media. You haven't heard about him. But he's dead. You won't hear his
 story.
 This arrest is still on my record. It doesn't prevent me from anything but I do have to
 explain felony charges when I get pulled over or apply for a job.
 I have never publicly told this story.
 tell it to you, today.
 And here's why:
 If I were a black man, I would be dead. Plain and simple. Pretty white girls don't get
 shot during wrongful arrests. Not any that I know of, and certainly not me.

 You can't deny white privilege and what it affords you. To deny it is to acknowledgeit
 exists, that you are privy to it. You don't see it because it exists for you.
 Something is very wrong in this country. There is a sickness. Black men (and
 sometimes women) are dying. They are being gunned down. For no discernible
 reason, and at an alarming rate, by white officers.
blue-author:

turakamu:

lennybaby2:

lanie-love09:

micdotcom:

This white woman鈥檚 shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movement
Molly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black 鈥 and she ends the letter with an important call to action.

The public needs to hear more stories like this as well.

Wow. This is horrifying.

Cops are drunk on power. Add any ism to that, you have a bunch of abusive, gun wielding, trained to kill, non empathetic, killers running around.  

This woman got hauled out of a window, beaten, stripped, tortured, and humiliated, and she still is able to understand how white privilege saved her life.

blue-author: turakamu: lennybaby2: lanie-love09: micdotcom: This white woman鈥檚 shocking account of police brutality reveals the importa...

America, Black Lives Matter, and Butt: Molly Suzanna on Thursday When I was 19, I was driving home erratically, crying. I did a rolling stop through a red light. I was a mile away from my house. I got pulled over. There are wonderful police officers in the world. This wasn't one of them. He was of the psychotic variety, of which there are also quite a few. Demanded I sign the ticket. He was being scary. I didn't know, nor was I advised, that you can go to jail for not signing a ticket. Usually an officer just lets you go because you have to appear in court regardless of whether you sign it. When I said I didn't want to sign it (not understanding any of the aforementioned stuf), he demanded I get out of the car. My father died three days later; it's what l'd been crying about. I was 150 pounds soaking wet (at 6'2", that's pretty slight), halfway through a BA at a private school with a 4.0, and terrified to be on the side of the road in the dark with a very angry man whom I didn't know. Instead of getting out of the car, I locked the door. I was afraid. I didn't know better. He kept screaming at me to, "Stop f"ing crying! It would have been so easy to deescalate the entire situation He drug me out of the open car window and onto the ground. He kicked me in the ribs. He fractured my wrist cuffing me and picking me up by the link between the cuffs. He held his boot to the back of my head with my face on loose gravel, leaving what would later become scars. He bounced my head off the side of the car when he was putting me in, all while laughing. He called for backup and none of the other officers would touch me. One even said, on camera, "This is wrong, man. She ran a red light." I, understandably, was hysterical. Crying. Screaming. Huge bruises starting to form on my face and body. Clothing torn. High heel even broke off Do you know what I was arrested for and charged with that day? Resisting arrest. Can you imagine? Resisting arrest. Fast forward to the jail. I'd never been in trouble. Had no idea what to expect.I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't breathe. I told them he'd broken my wrist but they wouldn't believe me. They strapped me in a chair when I wouldn't calm down. Strap on your forehead. Strap on your chest. Strap on each arm and each leg. Like a beast. I remember begging for someone to scratch my nose, hysterically sobbing.I remember being in that chair for hours, topless, because l'd gotten "unruly" during the strip, cough, and squat procedure and refused to do it. So they ripped my shirt off and as I fought them, they put me in the chair. I tried to fight back against a female guard when she tried to rip my pants off. I didn't understand why I was there. I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't think I should have been arrested. I was livid. And loud Then they parked me. For five hours. In that chair. Strapped down. In front of a men's holding cell. I was literally losing my mind. It was a black man who, for five hours, while incarcerated himself, talked calmly and softly to me. Sang to me. Said every kind thing you could imagine. I finally stopped screaming and trying to head butt or kick anyone who passed. He said, "Stop, or they'll kill you. Just stop baby girl. It's ok. You'll be ok if you stop." He was an angel. Straight from God I didn't get to use the phone for a full 12 hours. No one on the planet knew where l was I was so crazy after being in that chair by the time they placed me in a holding cell that I began to bang my head off the cinderblock wall. They had to let me sit in the hall, on the ground, because l almost broke my own nose. I was muttering incoherently and rocking They mailed me a charge six months later saying they'd found a joint under the back seat of the bolted in police car and that it belonged to me. How do you hide a joint from an officer while cuffed with a broken wrist and get it underneath the bolted in backseat of a cop car? You don't. They offered me every plea in the book on the two charges, all the way down to a misdemeanor. I would not enter a plea. I went to trial on a felony. Because I knew my innocence. Because we had the money for a good attorney. Because the justice system wasn't already systemically stacked against me and my color and gender were in my favor, as my lawyer pointed out. During the trial they "lost" my videos. My attorney threatened the city with a lawsuit. The tapes magically appeared. My jury came back in four minutes with a not guilty verdict. They were crying after seeing the videos of my arrest and the videos from inside the jail, of me in that chair. My jurors all hugged me. They told me I should sue. My dad had just died. I was a college student. I was tired. The prosecutor dropped the resisting charge when I beat the possession rap; meaning I legally and literally should never have been arrested in the first place. How do you get arrested for resisting arrest? During my trial, my attorney asked him if he kicked me in the ribs repeatedly while I was already cuffed. He laughed and said, "Yes." My attorney asked, "Do you think this is funny?" He said, " do." A week later police in the same town shot an unarmed and senile very elderly black man in the face because he wouldn't come with them. There were no videos. There was no social media. You haven't heard about him. But he's dead. You won't hear his story. This arrest is still on my record. It doesn't prevent me from anything but I do have to explain felony charges when I get pulled over or apply for a job. I have never publicly told this story. tell it to you, today. And here's why: If I were a black man, I would be dead. Plain and simple. Pretty white girls don't get shot during wrongful arrests. Not any that I know of, and certainly not me. You can't deny white privilege and what it affords you. To deny it is to acknowledgeit exists, that you are privy to it. You don't see it because it exists for you. Something is very wrong in this country. There is a sickness. Black men (and sometimes women) are dying. They are being gunned down. For no discernible reason, and at an alarming rate, by white officers. micdotcom: This white woman鈥檚 shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movementMolly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black 鈥 and she ends the letter with an important call to action.
America, Black Lives Matter, and Butt: Molly Suzanna
 on Thursday
 When I was 19, I was driving home erratically, crying. I did a rolling stop through a
 red light. I was a mile away from my house. I got pulled over. There are wonderful
 police officers in the world. This wasn't one of them. He was of the psychotic variety,
 of which there are also quite a few. Demanded I sign the ticket. He was being scary. I
 didn't know, nor was I advised, that you can go to jail for not signing a ticket. Usually
 an officer just lets you go because you have to appear in court regardless of whether
 you sign it. When I said I didn't want to sign it (not understanding any of the
 aforementioned stuf), he demanded I get out of the car. My father died three days
 later; it's what l'd been crying about. I was 150 pounds soaking wet (at 6'2", that's
 pretty slight), halfway through a BA at a private school with a 4.0, and terrified to be
 on the side of the road in the dark with a very angry man whom I didn't know. Instead
 of getting out of the car, I locked the door. I was afraid. I didn't know better.
 He kept screaming at me to, "Stop f"ing crying! It would have been so easy to
 deescalate the entire situation

 He drug me out of the open car window and onto the ground. He kicked me in the
 ribs. He fractured my wrist cuffing me and picking me up by the link between the
 cuffs. He held his boot to the back of my head with my face on loose gravel, leaving
 what would later become scars. He bounced my head off the side of the car when he
 was putting me in, all while laughing. He called for backup and none of the other
 officers would touch me. One even said, on camera, "This is wrong, man. She ran a
 red light." I, understandably, was hysterical. Crying. Screaming. Huge bruises
 starting to form on my face and body. Clothing torn. High heel even broke off
 Do you know what I was arrested for and charged with that day? Resisting arrest.
 Can you imagine? Resisting arrest.
 Fast forward to the jail. I'd never been in trouble. Had no idea what to expect.I
 couldn't stop crying. I couldn't breathe. I told them he'd broken my wrist but they
 wouldn't believe me. They strapped me in a chair when I wouldn't calm down. Strap
 on your forehead. Strap on your chest. Strap on each arm and each leg. Like a
 beast. I remember begging for someone to scratch my nose, hysterically sobbing.I
 remember being in that chair for hours, topless, because l'd gotten "unruly" during
 the strip, cough, and squat procedure and refused to do it. So they ripped my shirt off
 and as I fought them, they put me in the chair. I tried to fight back against a female
 guard when she tried to rip my pants off. I didn't understand why I was there. I didn't
 understand what was happening. I didn't think I should have been arrested. I was
 livid. And loud

 Then they parked me. For five hours. In that chair. Strapped down. In front of a
 men's holding cell. I was literally losing my mind. It was a black man who, for five
 hours, while incarcerated himself, talked calmly and softly to me. Sang to me. Said
 every kind thing you could imagine. I finally stopped screaming and trying to head
 butt or kick anyone who passed. He said, "Stop, or they'll kill you. Just stop baby girl.
 It's ok. You'll be ok if you stop." He was an angel. Straight from God
 I didn't get to use the phone for a full 12 hours. No one on the planet knew where l
 was
 I was so crazy after being in that chair by the time they placed me in a holding cell
 that I began to bang my head off the cinderblock wall. They had to let me sit in the
 hall, on the ground, because l almost broke my own nose. I was muttering
 incoherently and rocking
 They mailed me a charge six months later saying they'd found a joint under the back
 seat of the bolted in police car and that it belonged to me. How do you hide a joint
 from an officer while cuffed with a broken wrist and get it underneath the bolted in
 backseat of a cop car? You don't. They offered me every plea in the book on the two
 charges, all the way down to a misdemeanor. I would not enter a plea. I went to trial
 on a felony. Because I knew my innocence. Because we had the money for a good
 attorney. Because the justice system wasn't already systemically stacked against me
 and my color and gender were in my favor, as my lawyer pointed out.

 During the trial they "lost" my videos. My attorney threatened the city with a lawsuit.
 The tapes magically appeared. My jury came back in four minutes with a not guilty
 verdict. They were crying after seeing the videos of my arrest and the videos from
 inside the jail, of me in that chair. My jurors all hugged me. They told me I should
 sue. My dad had just died. I was a college student. I was tired. The prosecutor
 dropped the resisting charge when I beat the possession rap; meaning I legally and
 literally should never have been arrested in the first place. How do you get arrested
 for resisting arrest?
 During my trial, my attorney asked him if he kicked me in the ribs repeatedly while I
 was already cuffed. He laughed and said, "Yes." My attorney asked, "Do you think
 this is funny?" He said, " do."
 A week later police in the same town shot an unarmed and senile very elderly black
 man in the face because he wouldn't come with them. There were no videos. There
 was no social media. You haven't heard about him. But he's dead. You won't hear his
 story.
 This arrest is still on my record. It doesn't prevent me from anything but I do have to
 explain felony charges when I get pulled over or apply for a job.
 I have never publicly told this story.
 tell it to you, today.
 And here's why:
 If I were a black man, I would be dead. Plain and simple. Pretty white girls don't get
 shot during wrongful arrests. Not any that I know of, and certainly not me.

 You can't deny white privilege and what it affords you. To deny it is to acknowledgeit
 exists, that you are privy to it. You don't see it because it exists for you.
 Something is very wrong in this country. There is a sickness. Black men (and
 sometimes women) are dying. They are being gunned down. For no discernible
 reason, and at an alarming rate, by white officers.
micdotcom:

This white woman鈥檚 shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movementMolly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black 鈥 and she ends the letter with an important call to action.

micdotcom: This white woman鈥檚 shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movementMolly Suzanna sh...

Definitely, Fucking, and Lit: yousayyesmissalice: inside-us-only-stars: ojavenger: supernaturallysarcastic: edwardspoonhands: overtheunderpass: surprise-adoption: Bottle rocket under ice rad聽 I鈥檓 pretty sure that the reason the ice fractured into six slices is the same reason snowflakes are often six sided and it has to do with the shape of a molecule of water and I just think that鈥檚 so freaking cool. How would it even stay lit though? !!!!! it IS actually because of the structure of water molecules! Water molecules are fuckin weird, as are lots of other liquid substance molecules, because theyre shaped like fuckin HEXAGONS! hexagons are those weird, six-sided shapes that re very sturdy, but they dont tend to sit very well when stacked together. thats why, when you fill up a glass of water to its full capacity, it can go OVER the brim a little and not spill over. It鈥檚 also why water beads. anyway, so since water is essentially made up of a gazillion little hexagons, it tends to gather into larger hexagons as it shapes together. this is not visible unless the water is in a solid form, aka ice. when the water is split, it tends to crack around the established hexagons. that bottle rocket exploded in the PERFECT place to show this phenomenon and its geeking me out. ALSO! the bottle rocket stays lit because the fuse was definitely waterproof and made with magnesium and an oxidizer of some sort. this means that they will burn underwater because they dont need the oxygen from the air to stay lit. thats so fucking weird isnt it. im tipsy and its the 4th of july. sorry for the science haha Don鈥檛 you dare apologize for science Thank you for science
Definitely, Fucking, and Lit: yousayyesmissalice:

inside-us-only-stars:

ojavenger:

supernaturallysarcastic:

edwardspoonhands:

overtheunderpass:

surprise-adoption:

Bottle rocket under ice

rad聽

I鈥檓 pretty sure that the reason the ice fractured into six slices is the same reason snowflakes are often six sided and it has to do with the shape of a molecule of water and I just think that鈥檚 so freaking cool.

How would it even stay lit though?

!!!!! it IS actually because of the structure of water molecules! Water molecules are fuckin weird, as are lots of other liquid substance molecules, because theyre shaped like fuckin HEXAGONS! hexagons are those weird, six-sided shapes that re very sturdy, but they dont tend to sit very well when stacked together. thats why, when you fill up a glass of water to its full capacity, it can go OVER the brim a little and not spill over. It鈥檚 also why water beads.
anyway, so since water is essentially made up of a gazillion little hexagons, it tends to gather into larger hexagons as it shapes together. this is not visible unless the water is in a solid form, aka ice. when the water is split, it tends to crack around the established hexagons. that bottle rocket exploded in the PERFECT place to show this phenomenon and its geeking me out.
ALSO! the bottle rocket stays lit because the fuse was definitely waterproof and made with magnesium and an oxidizer of some sort. this means that they will burn underwater because they dont need the oxygen from the air to stay lit. thats so fucking weird isnt it. im tipsy and its the 4th of july. sorry for the science haha

Don鈥檛 you dare apologize for science

Thank you for science

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