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o-pal:

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aidashakur:

maneth985:

ed-nygma-variations:

i have a friend who is colorblind.

i have another friend with synesthesia where she sees colors when she listens to music

my colorbind friend has always wanted to see color and because my friend with synesthesia and my colorblind friend have the same taste in music, she describes color to my colorblind friend by relating it back to music

like “the sky is duke ellington’s satin doll”

and it is the purest thing this is what pure friendship is

that’s so weirdly amazing

burningmine:

When people tell me, “Trust your gut! Follow your intuition!” Like, bitch, I have anxiety. My “gut” is usually telling me that everyone hates me and that I’m going to die. I can’t trust what that motherfucker tells me.

baku:

kaijuno:

The Computer Room is such a weird concept nowadays but growing up in the 90s/00s we really had a whole ass room dedicated to our computer. Anthropologists 1000 years from now are gonna think we worshiped computers so much we had shrine rooms for them

we renamed it an office to try and pretend but we all know its a computer shrine still

delicatepoetry:

tonight my heart is longing for autumn. i just want pumpkin scented candles lit, rainy skies, fuzzy blankets, crunchy leaves and sugary spiced sweets. i want to feel warm and cozy on the inside again.

daisylongmile:

“Call her by her first name. Her full name. Don’t make it sound like her mother’s leather belt tongue, but instead, say it so gently she begins to fall in love with every letter all over again, for the first time.”

— Schuyler Peck, Her First Name (via schuylerpeck)

delicatepoetry:

“I can feel the sadness again. It is slowly creeping up my rib cage, dangling on my bones, taunting with every breath I take. Soon I will feel it in my throat, wrapped around like a choke chain, tighter, and tighter. I can’t speak now, I can’t breathe now. A build up inside me, a storm of hurt that will not fade tonight. It rains, it pours, drowning every part of me. In the pools my demons are swimming, laughing with pride. I watch, a body floating in the chaos, my head hardly above water. I keep wading, I keep kicking. I will not lose tonight. I wait for the sun, I wait for the light to soak up the dark. My soul is exhausted, these battles are wearing me down, these battles are ruining me, these battles I face every night. I fear that there will be a day I can no longer muster up the strength to hold up my fists, the day I let go of the thread I’m hanging onto… Tonight, I made it. But there’s always tomorrow.”

— i.c. / /  4.17.18

wykyd-jade:

savage-gentleman-wolf:

instructor144:

asubmissiveview:

skelatal-remains:

torios:

anotherdayforchaosfay:

mamalizmas:

dreamlightasafeather:

IF YOU NEED TO CALL 911 BUT ARE SCARED TO BECAUSE OF SOMEONE IN THE ROOM, dial and ask for a pepperoni pizza. They will ask if you know you’re calling 911. Say yes, and continue pretending you’re making an order. They’ll ask if there’s someone in the room.

You can ask how long it will take for the pizza to get to you, and they will tell you how far away a dispatcher is.

Here is an example video

Reblog to literally save a life

I’ve done this.  I’m alive because of this. 

My flat-mate’s date for the night was almost as drunk as her.  She had passed out in her room and locked the door.  He refused to leave because he wanted to have sex.  He also demanded food because he was dealing with “whiskey dick”.  He didn’t like the lack of food in the fridge.  I called 911, did the stuff stated above, and he was getting PISSED about how long the “order” was taking.  He took my phone, demanded they “hurry the fuck up”.  Police arrived two minutes later, arrested him, and helped me file a police report.  Pressing charges wasn’t necessary because he had warrants on him from THREE different states for the very thing he planned to do to me.  Several months after this happened one of the officers informed me he was charged with two felonies because he crossed stay lines, and will be serving no less than 35 years in prison.  The officer ripped into my flat-mate about her bringing home complete strangers, while drunk, knowing full well this shit could happen. 

This was 14 years ago.  

Do the pizza order, do it as calmly as you can.  The dispatcher I spoke to said things like this:

“If he’s drunk say you want mushrooms.”  I said I want extra mushrooms.

“If he’s threatening you with sexual assault say you want onions.”  I said I want onions.

She went like this with different toppings and sauces for a description of him, like pineapple if he’s blonde, black olives if he’s tall, extra large if he’s tall, etc.

They’ve heard this sort of coded call before.  They’re trained for it.  They will understand what you’re saying.  Order the pizza.

Really though. I’m in training for dispatch and this was one of the first things they taught us. Pretend you’re talking to a friend or relative, pretend you’re ordering pizza, we’ll figure it out. We’ll word questions so you can answer in an easy, casual way. Please, just make the call and we will do everything we can to help you.

Reblog to save a life

Listening to this video brought tears to my eyes, but what an incredible way to let 911 know you need help in a situation like this.

BOOST. If my kid sister had known this, she’d be alive today.

Boost!! Stay Safe. Stay Alive

Will always reblog this.