Reblog and you might save someone’s life, especially with all our Black Girls going missing #ProtectBlackGirls #SaveLife

For those who don’t know what’s happening in the video, she untied her shoelaces, pulled one through the inside of the zip tie binding her hands, then tied the shoelaces together. Then, by pulling downward and back and forth on the shoelaces with her feet, she created enough friction to wear away part of the ziptie, making it weak enough to snap right off her hands.

SIGNAL BOOST

SIGNAL BOOST

SIGNAL BOOST

Will always reblog

Protect all the ladies and the dudes

Damn

For those who don’t have shoelaces and for those who do but don’t want to trip over their own feet in case something goes wrong, here’s another way:

It’s all about quick, determined movement of your arms. To see it in action, watch the video at https://youtu.be/0Gr6HX_IKpw?t=9m – the zip ties part starts around the 8:00 min mark. The video also shows how to escape handcuffs and duct tape. And if you’re wondering what to do when you’ve got your hands behind your back, go to approx. the 0:20 min mark of the following video: “Moving cuffs from behind back to front position” (taken from thrillwriting.blogspot.de/2013/05/credit-wikipedia-disclaimer-this-is-non.html, where you’ll also find additional information on how to escape handcuffs). 

For teach this to your kids….boys too. We don’t need to lose noone

this is so wholesome

Suicide Forest in Japan

This picture in McDonald’s was hung sideways

there is honestly nothing more gorgeously tacky than bowling alley carpet

Don’t even talk to me if all of your clothes aren’t made out of bowling alley carpet

no homo but that moment u step into a patch of sunlight and ur body had forgotten what it was like to feel warm.. im in love

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

I have been waiting for this post all my life.

They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.

Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.

So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?

My friend you’re not wrong About Homer’s wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;

Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.

The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.

By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree

Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved

For only the emperor!

The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century

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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long

Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.

The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue

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While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.

But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.

IT GOT SO MUCH BETTER.

My reaction, only with coffee.

Hang on, need to send this to my literature prof

No one could tame you. Except for one girl named, Me.

Bill Nye should just be the answer to all our problems

Me

“what’s your zodiac sign?”