affirmations for when you have to send emails
Abbie Hoffman, an American political and civic activist, describing the guerilla tactics of the Yippies, a radically youth-orientated counter-culture party known for their politically themed hi-jinks.
Abbie Hoffman was a member of the Chicago 8, the group held responsible in court for the riot held during the 1968 Democratic National Convention.
Some of the Yippies other pranks include levitating the Pentagon, throwing fistfuls of cash into the New York Stock Exchange, hosting marijuana ‘smoke-ins’, and nominating a pig dubbed ‘Pigasus’ for U.S. president.
Sharon Tate photographed by Virgil Apger, 1967 ❤️
somehow knowing that tumblr is being kept around mostly as a testing ground for advertisers and corporations doesn’t even make me feel that exploited, because every social media site is exploitive. but being basically lab rats to test shit on before it’s refined for use in polite society is by far the funniest possible way to be exploited.
#yeah maybe i’m a marketing lab rat but at least my dash is in fucking chronological order
this ad appeared right after i read this post.
so yeah, they’re testing something, but in true lab rat fashion we have no fucking clue what
God gives his hardest lemonades to his toughest Mikes
I can’t stop thinking about this.
I wonder if he was running on instinct… I watched a man die on the subway a few years ago. It’s more common than you think - NYC subways carry millions and millions in the course of a day. People die and there is never a good time for it to happen to anyone.
There was an older gentleman sitting across from me on the M train. It was about 6:30am, so I didn’t think much of it when he started leaning over. It was when he kept going when most people would jerk awake that about 5 of us took action. We asked if anyone knew CPR in our car, and when we pulled into the next station, we held the doors open and shouted for a doctor (there was a firefighter on the train with us who knew CPR, because that’s how things are in NYC). No response during CPR. The older gentleman’s lips were turning blue.
When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics took over and after 2 minutes of no reaction, I watched something that will always haunt my soul existentially, the way this pic does: The paramedic yelled at this man that he had to get up because he’d be late for work. And he got a response. I don’t know if the older man made it, but he had a pulse when they took up the stairs to the ambulance.
We all got back on the train and heading off to work. And I sat there completely traumatized by the fact that this man was such a slave to his job that the threat of being late to work restarted his heart. It’s been over 10 years and I’m still not sure how or to what degree it affected me. Only that it did. I’m not bothered by not knowing. Sometimes you have to let the heavy sit to understand the weight before you can put it down.
This is a fascinating story. Thank you for sharing it. That’s definitely something to think about.
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- Last word of the british surgeon and anatomist Joseph Henry Green (1791-1863) while feeling his own pulse.”
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By deleting osha-official Tumblr has become the first social media platform to ban SFW content.
but they also banned nsfw content.... they're the first webbed site to ban content.... all together.....
i wanna be a reverse tooth fairy where i rob people and then scatter human teeth on their bed
a dentist
i dont know what your dentist is doing to you but i think you need to go to the police
wow millennials are glued to their i-phones and laptops so much they cant even be bothered robbing in person anymore!!! maybe these trust fund babies should stop phishing credit cards while sitting on their butts and go out there and put some elbow grease into their thievery!
I know exactly what happened. Because it happened to me.
I trained for years to be a con artist. I told my friends and family that I wanted to be a magician, but that was just a cover for why I was constantly practicing sleight of hand.
In junior high and high school, I would shop lift a bunch of candy on my way to school, sell it to kids at the morning break, and use that money to run a crooked poker game at lunch.
Finally, when I was 19 or 20, I felt I was ready, and I picked my first pocket. I was on the bus, bumped a guy as I passed down the aisle, got his wallet, super clean.
In the wallet was several hundred dollars. A huge first score, I had been hoping for a couple twenties. I sat there looking at the, like, 400 bucks, thinking.
That was my rent at the time. We were both on the bus. It was likely his rent too. Lord knows the only reason to carry that much cash on the bus is you’re on your way to pay a bill. We were both on the bus, you know? That’s not someone I was comfortable stealing from.
I tapped him on the shoulder and told him “hey i think you dropped this” and gave it back to him with all the money still in it. It was the first and last time I ever picked a pocket.
Picking a rich person’s pocket is a loosing game. They probably have credit cards and not cash, those credit cards probably have the best anti-theft measures their bank can provide, and you probably can’t get close enough to those people to pick their pockets unless you’re already rich yourself.
The people who’s pockets you can reliably pick are the people around you. The people who are also on the bus, who are in this same shitty situation with you.
As wealth inequality becomes more drastic picking pockets has very clearly become “stealing from other poor people” and it’s not satisfying. I want to steal from Google and Apple and Fox and Facebook and General Mills and Hershey and Tesla. Not the person next to me.
Robert Pattinson in Good Time (2017) dir. Safdie Brothers
i think i was a dog in a previous life. in fact, i know i was. it’s why they love me so much. ROBERT PATTINSON as connie nikas in GOOD TIME (2017)
New BTS pictures of Robert Pattinson in the set of Good Time - (Tim Barber)
🍋🌶 A Sour Jar to Hex a Bitch 🌶🍋
You can bet your ass I’m about to use this on a bitch.
- A jar, whatever size you wish
- Vinegar
- Lemon juice
- Their name on a piece of paper
- Dog or cat poop
- Spit
- Sriracha
- Your urine
- Three rusty pennies
- A candle, black if you have it but white works too
- Put the piece poop in the jar first
- Next put their name on the piece of paper
- Add the sriracha and the lemon juice
- Fill the jar halfway with vinegar
- Top it off with your urine
- Add the three pennies
- Spit in it
- Seal the jar
- Burn the candle over the lid to seal it
- Stick that shit in your freezer
Sour Jar to teach a lesson to cheating ex
A step by step of how I created this sour jar
- On a scrap of paper, write the cheater's name. For the creation of my jar, I lit a dragon's blood incense as an offering to Sekhmet, as I am asking her to seek justice on my behalf.
- Light a red candle. You will use the wax to seal the paper with the cheater's name.
- Fill a jar about 1/4 to 1/3 of the way with pickle juice.
- Add onion powder to break the cheater of their cheating habit.
- Add cayenne, chili powder, and paprika. Add your preferred hot sauce. In this case I added both Chipotle Chocolate hot sauce and Green Wasabi hot sauce. Then add 9 whole black peppercorns.
- I added catnip to invoke Sekhmet. This is optional and based on which deity you're invoking.
- Add the sealed paper with the cheater's name.
- For mine, I drew my personal sigil on the underside of the jar lid. This is optional and you can use any sigil you feel appropriate for the spell.
Seal the lid with the red candle wax. Then you are done. Congrats. You have a sour jar that will teach a cheater a lesson. This one is dedicated to my cheating ex-boyfriend who gave me relationship trauma. I believe Sekhmet will see to it that he learns his lesson.







