STIBium & ARSENic
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On a chilly night in February, Jessica Ojeda, 23, sat shivering in her car while police arrested her fiancé for drunken driving.
It was shortly after 1:30 a.m. and they were still a couple of miles from their Salem home. Her cellphone was dead; she didn’t have money for a taxi. Police put her fiancé, William Helle, in the back of a police car and told Ojeda they were impounding the vehicle.
"I don’t have any way to get home," Ojeda said to the deputy. "Wait a minute, you can’t just pull me over and leave me here."
But a Marion County police report confirms that Ojeda was, indeed, left there — alone at 2 a.m., walking along Hawthorne Avenue NE to a nearby hotel to call for a ride.
Most law enforcement agencies don’t have policies in place requiring officers to go out of their way to help people who wind up in situations like Ojeda’s.
im afraid my online friends are gonna meet me in person and be like “oh”
The 1000 SQUAT CHALLENGE. Do 100 reps of each. Time how long it took you. Took me 40 minutes. Legs and butt were DYING!
Do the full length video with me here: http://youtu.be/fF71IJUXGOk
Reblog if you plan on doing this!
Remember to be careful. This workout is NOT EASY. So take breaks when you need it and only push yourself to a level of slight discomfort but not to the point where you’re going to hurt yourself.
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Yeah, Sam would LOVE that…
roommates and i rewatched a shitload of zim recently
during downtime at work i alternated between drawing invader zadrs and jamming my thumb up my ass
I don’t broadcast every high & I don’t hide every low. I’m trying to live. I’m not trying to convince the world I have life.
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Holy Crosses are the verses where poets bleed in silence blinded by a flock of vultures fluttering round in spectral swarms.
In thier bodies swords have feasted, glorying in their robes of black.
Dead! The head, its matted tresses. Far and Faint the rabbles cry. Slowly sinks the sun in splendour, like a crimson kingly crown.
At gruesome grim communion by blinding rays of gold, by flickering candelight, comes to the alter the Pierrot!
His hand, to God devoted, rends wide the priest's vestments. He makes the sign of the cross, blessing the trembling, trembling people, with trickeling crimson wafer of the Host, his heart in bloody fingers, at the gruesome grim communion.