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izzy's playlists!
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@peasinthep0d
I’m proud of him
He is just fucking great.
Fat pets who are obviously unhealthy: Bad
Wild animals who are fat because of humans: Bad
Wild animals who are supposed to be fat: Good
Wild animals who have gotten super fat because they’re just that good at survival: Very Good
BTS x what I think their MBTI types are (requested by anon)
I love this <3 All correct except Kookie and Namjoon. Here are my thoughts. Sorry if it comes across as rude, but I like things coherent.
The latter is an ISTP. Joon is basically glued to his phone, doing research in some remote corner all the time. He is by far the most contemplative member, followed by Yoongi, whom he works with in a secluded room 24/7 when they don´t promote. An ESTP would go insane in there. Yoongi is a Ni dom, that would complement the ESTP inferior function well indeed. But consider Joon´s maturity in interviews. If that was Se at work, he would resemble Jimin a lot more, wouldn´t he? Joon wants to be left alone to write his lyrics, etc. Also, he has a Ti-like college career & very awkward inferior Fe. I´m sure he´s an ISTP.
Jungkook - That guy is an ISFP for sure. Entering a stage to openly flirt with the audience/ hip-thrust and sing them into oblivion is not very INTP-like. INTPs like the thought of art, but they won´t execute it, at least not as perfect as Kookie does, who works tirelessly instead of lazing around like an NTP would. He´s naturally charming and also shy, an INTP on the other hand would be reserved and critical. Se is an active exterior function, Ti-Ne is all about theories in your head. There is so much Fi-cuteness that Jungkook exudes, it´s no surprise Jimin obsesses over him so much. He is extremely popular and readily admits all of his emotions and weaknesses. There is zero Ti, zero. No sarcastic remarks, no spaced-out look. (Compare him to Yoongi if you like, who is NT all over the place)
Let me know (pun intended) what you think. - Love, your Admin Ti (Who is No-Jams-biased). <3
stop telling girls with thick thighs that they shouldn’t wear light wash jeans because they’re “unflattering.” stop telling short girls that they shouldn’t wear high-waisted jeans because they make them look shorter. stop telling girls with big thighs to stay away from baggy clothes and boyfriend jeans. stop telling petite girls they can’t wear capris. stop telling telling tall girls to avoid wearing heels so they won’t “intimidate” people. stop telling skinny girls to only wear tops that give them the illusion of having hips. stop telling girls with big boobs to avoid shirts and dresses without a waist. stop telling chubby girls to stay away from patterns and horizontal stripes. stop telling girls with cellulite to wear long shorts. stop telling short girls to wear heels and vertical stripes to make themselves look taller. stop telling pale girls they can’t wear warm colors and stop telling dark girls they can’t wear cool colors. stop telling girls to be ashamed of their body type.
Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
I am risking nothing
I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
sorry followers :(
omg im so glad to se so many people love their mummy
Why’re you being mean to my mum?
goddamn it
Nope. Googled it. 15 minuets. Nope. Not taking any chances
This has 1.2 million reblogs … Ps not riskin it
1.4 almost ps not risking it
Fuck this post
2.5 million notes I hate myself
I reblogged this twice now
I’m so sorry this isn’t b99 related and this isn’t real but I can’t not skip this I’m sorry
Not taking a fucking chance
Sorry, guys, but Im not taking a chance
No chances… She’s out… And she must be protected.
How dare you
Whatcha doin to me Farkle!
i can’t risk it
sorry babes my moms just my favorite person ever
Sorry I can’t risk it
Fuck sorry guys I love my mom
Omg I hate these things but I am paranoid. So sorry guys.
2.8 million notes
CANT RISK IT
Sorry guys
sorry 😩
vibrates intensely
God fucking dammit.
Cant risk this shit omg
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
this need to be on everyone’s blog
this makes me think..
God bless whoever wrote this.
im crying
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
please please PLEASE reblog this
Never forget that there’s a lot of people loves you
!!!!!!!
No matter who you are please take the time to read this ALL.
I wish all people were this inspirational.
READ ALL OF IT. h/t KatakaMaka
So it turns out @jessehimself also posted this, and so did I….. I see his reblogged onto my dash this morning.
REBLOG THE HELL OUTTA THIS
The last messages sent from Eddie Justice, an accountant, to his mother. Eddie was hiding in the bathroom of Pulse nightclub in Orlando when he sent these terrified text messages to his mother. Omar Mateen barricaded himself inside the nightclub in the early morning hours of 12 June, 2016. Once inside, he senselessly murdered 50 people and injured another 50+. Not long after these texts were sent by Eddie, Mateen stormed into the bathroom where he was hiding and shot him dead.
Living in the digital age makes death a little more hallowed than in previous times.
You see living ghosts on peoples phones.
The timestamps. Imagine waiting to die for 33 minutes. The thought of having that much time to realize your doom is absolutely terrifying and heartbreaking. I just…. :’(
The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via larmoyante)
Addiction is tricky. For example: A man who quit smoking for 11 years stood in an elevator with another man smoking a cigarette. He gave in. What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again.
(via nakedly)
One day you’ll wake up at 11:30 AM on a Sunday with the love of your life and you’ll make some coffee and pancakes and it’ll all be alright.
just a friendly reminder to keep going ( via megan-hansenn)
stephen hawking
8tracks: are you, are you, coming to the tree? by isab3lla.
story of you and your boyfriend?
I think I’ve posted it somewhere but I’ll give you the lowdown!
Once upon a time I first started working at Spencer’s in a mall in a town called Holyoke a few towns away. I used to go through Easthampton to get to Holyoke but a bridge closed down for repair so I had to start going through Southampton instead. So I started stopping by the Cumby’s where he worked to get a bottle of water. Anyhoo fastforward to when I went to a Panic! at the Disco concert and I was telling the other worker (my friend Savannah) about it and he popped in and was like oh I used to love Panic! and that was the first time I ever talked to him. And I was like, oh, hi, haven’t noticed you before. So we began to talk a little bit every time I went in and we became friends and then I started to like him because I began to think he was cute and he was really funny. So he used to work until midnight and I’d get out at 10 from Spencer’s and I’d stop back again and he’d be alone so I’d talk and sometimes end up staying with him until close just chatting and then we began to stay even after he closed up until like 1am, 2am, etc. Even if it was 0 degrees out. But yeah so it went on like that for awhile I had a massive crush on him but he’s a bit older than me so I was always like there’s no way. But then eventually I began to try to get him to hang out with me and it was always a yeah, thatd be cool sometimes reply but nothing really ever happened. Then one Christmas he said he needed to do some Christmas shopping and I offered for him to go with me and my friends (which he already knew because they were with me sometimes when I’d stop in and talk to him) and he said yes. And it was fun. Then I think he knew I liked him because the friends I went with ditched us as soon as we got there and made it obvious.
Anyway so I ended up buying him a christmas gift he really wanted and then I moved into my own apartment which ended up being down the street from his (literally lol). And finally, a year after this began, on his birthday I asked him to hang out because he said he had no plans (so I think he was expecting me to ask) and then I went over his house and ended up sleeping over and the next day he kissed me and there you go.
It’s also funny because I guessed his age and birthday right on the first try. Soulmates.
A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one
I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard.
FEMALE HEART ATTACKS
I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack:
"I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.
After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. ‘AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.
I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like ‘Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.
I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.
1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a ‘false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be! 2. Note that I said ‘Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later. 3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“
Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life! I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with “my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.
snopes.com says this one’s true.
Save a life–Reblog.
Female heart attacks are much different, and most people don’t know it!
This is so much more helpful than the fucking lists that basically describe everything that happens during a really nasty panic attack and then tell you to go seek help as if you don’t have an anxiety disorder that does this to you on a regular basis and can afford to go to the emergency room.
I will reblog this every time.
Literally this.
Day 11 of #BlackHistoryYouDidntLearnInSchool - Ruby Bridges
I recognize that some of y’all learned about Ruby Bridges in school, so did I. But in school, I didn’t realize how difficult and harsh the conditions were for Ruby Bridges. I wasn’t taught that there were crowds each day threatening her, that her family was ostracized and lost their land and jobs, that she received death threats while in school. Some of the black history we learn in school is downplayed. The fact that Ruby Bridges attended an all-white school is radical and important. I want people to know that. We went over it in history class as if it was nothing and that to me is inexcusable. That is how much of my education about black history in school has gone and I’m not for that.
My twitter
She’s still alive today and did a TEDtalk recently. And she’s not 6 years old anymore
