God I hate receiving bad news
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God I hate receiving bad news
its a damn cold night, tryna figure out this life.
i am doing better
i am struggling
why do me heart hurt for someone I only spent a day with, confusion
a dude came into the library stoned out of his mind and was like, âdo I need a library card to look at books?â And I said, âto take books home, yes. To look at them, noâ and he looked so relieved. bro was staring at a fish encyclopedia for like an hour and then just left.
 And so I woke up the next morning. Hungover. Ashamed of myself and not realizing it was the day that would change my life forever.
ABOUT TIME (2013) dir. Richard Curtis
i am returning to tumblr because I got a twitter ban for calling Elon Musk a loser lmao, time for my chillest phase yet
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Iâm going to be sooooo insufferable when the interview with the vampire show drops. i will be absolutely unbearable, intolerable, overall too much
Unmute !
holy shit
omg
itâs back
wat
I have yet to witness something as fucked up as this
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST READ
Holy shit
This is an ace attorney trial
âNow comes the exquisite twistâ
Hereâs a transcription, as the text in the image is way too small:
Murder or Suicide?
At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS President Dr Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the story.
On March 23, 1993 the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. Mr. Opus had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide.
He left a note to the effect indicating his despondency.
As he fell past the ninth floor his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had been installed just below the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.
âOrdinarily,â Dr Mills continued, âA person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended, is still defined as committing suicide.â That Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death, but probably would not have been successful because of the safety net, caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands.
In the room on the ninth floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window striking Mr. Opus. When one intends to kill subject âA: but kills subject âBâ in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject âB.â
When confronted with the murder charge the old man and his wife were both adamant and both said that they thought the shotgun was unloaded. The old man said it was a long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident; that is, if the gun had been accidentally loaded.
The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old coupleâs son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her sonâs financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother.
Since the loader of the gun was aware of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didnât actually pull the trigger. The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.
Now comes the exquisite twist.
Further investigation revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his motherâs murder. This led him to jump off the ten story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth story window. The son had actually murdered himself so the medical examiner closed the case as suicide.
A true story from Associated Press, Reported by Kurt Westervelt.
Bizarre or what?
Dude holy HECK
I mean, talk about karmaâŚ
Id seen this before but i couldnât read the picture so thank you for the transcript but also THE FUCK??
That is one hell of a convoluted way to die
So if he had lived⌠would he be convicted for attempted murder?
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so very sad all the time
Just a reminder that Vincent van Gogh did not eat yellow paint to make himself feel happy, he ate paint, and drank different chemicals because he was suicidal and this is why he was not allowed in his studio while having breakdowns. He also did not paint starry night and his other great works because he was depressed, he painted most of them while he was in recovery and demonstrated his hopefulness and love of the world through this. Most of his great works were painted from his room at a hospital. Van Goghâs depression should not be glorified. His hope and effort toward a better life, as well as his recovery from depression should be glorified.
If I may add, he did not cut off his own ear, he went into a manic depressive state and got into a fight with a friend who cut off part of his ear by accident. Itâs unsure if he actually did commit suicide (he was shot in the stomach, and he was seen getting into a fight with some boys earlier that day), but nonetheless, he lived a sad and painful life, not one to admire. He only sold one piece when he was alive, his mother destroyed every painting of his that she had and constantly reminded him he couldnât replace his older brother Vincent, a baby who died a year before our Vincent came to the world. He admitted himself into asylums on multiple occasions. He traded paintings people considered garbage just for a sandwich or a single beer, paintings that are now worth millions were once traded for a goddamn sandwich. He was disrespected, called weird and insane. He would have had painted 6-7 paintings a week when he was feeling good before going into depressive states and not painting for weeks or even months. He worked hard, trying to get better. His pain shouldnât be glorified, but his recovery, his desire to keep going should.
fucking hell the cloud in my head sucks right now, just want to feel wanted
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