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9 Out Of 10 Americans Are Completely Wrong About This Mind-Blowing Fact
WOW. Okay. All the more reason to move out of this country when I can. Well, from looking at this, if I ever can.
Well, fuck.
I’m making $0.50 over minimum wage
I’m scheduled for one day this week and I can’t find a second job
I’m trying to study abroad
I’m fucked even if I stay in the states to finish college
that’s fucked up wow
First came across this concept in my sociology classes. Great graphic representation. Watch it. Get angry. Get active.
“Fucked up”? That’s all that people can say is, “that’s fucked up”?
This is fucking real.
It isn’t fucked up. It’s horrifying.
Kill me. Why do we even try?!
I know how you feel..
This is basically why my dad and I are scraping by at our job (being “middle class,”) while our boss goes on vacations every month.
It horrifies me and angers me.
my mom said that if this gets at least 50,000 notes, she will finally call me Damien and refer to me as her son. and use male pronouns etc. please reblog guys ah cnsjckskfjs!!!!
If we can get someone a bloody fluffy chicken we can definitely make this happen.
Damn right we can!Get to it, people!
This is a lot more important than a fucking chicken.
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Also, if you are going to date someone with a mental illness (or any illness) make sure you have accepted that they might not get better for a very long time, if ever.
Do not enter the relationship thinking that you can fix them or that they will be fine in a few months. Never do that.
Movies really give us a false sense of what happens in these cases.
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My mom said if this post gets 500,000 notes nothing will happen.
But if this petition gets 500,000 signatures we can get federal laws preventing rapists from suing for custody/visitation of their victim’s children.
You guys accomplished Operation Fluffy Chicken
How about putting in an effort to Operation We’re Finally Taking Rape Seriously?SPAM THIS THING YOU GUYS!
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i’m addicted to cute things
tomorrow’s my birthday.
i’d like a bat please. preferably a fruit bat. but i suppose a baseball bat would suffice.
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FDA Approves Magnetic Helmet For Treating Depression
The United States Food and Drug Administration approved a device that treats depression using… magnets. About 14.8 million American adults, or 6.7 percent of the U.S. adult population, are diagnosed with major depression in a given year, and antidepressant medications often don’t help.
The technology, known as deep Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation or TMS, involves placing a helmet filled with electromagnetic coils very close to the scalp and zapping them with pulses of electricity, which causes neurons to fire in very specific areas of the brain.
Magnets, How Do They Work?
First the machine is calibrated by placing it over a part of the brain that causes the subject’s hand to move. Then the coils are aimed at the brain region under treatment. The treatment lasts about 15 to 30 minutes, repeated over several weeks, and is noninvasive—all the person feels is a slight buzzing, and there are no side effects. This makes it a more palatable relative of other treatments that also target the brain directly, such as electroconvulsive therapy (formerly electroshock), or surgically implanted electrodes.
Brainsway, a publicly traded Israeli company, has an exclusive license for the technology from the National Institutes of Health, where its two Israeli scientific cofounders developed it. Their device is already approved in Europe for clinical depression, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia (negative symptoms), Parkinson’s diseases, and PTSD. Clinical trials are under way to test how well brain-zapping electromagnets could work to treat a huge range of ailments including cocaine addiction, Tourette’s syndrome, Alzheimer’s, stroke rehabilitation, multiple sclerosis, even ADHD.
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Last night I thought I kissed
the loneliness from out your belly button.
I thought I did, but later you sat up,
all bones and restless hands, and told me that
there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo.I never know what to say to these things.
“It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.”
“Please don’t go away again.”Sometimes you are gone for days at a time
and it is all I can do not to call the police,
file a missing person’s report, even though
you are right there, still sleeping next to me
in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house
in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders.Except in this case I am the intruder and you
are already locked up so tight that no one
could possibly jimmy their way in.Last night I thought I gave you a reason
not to be so sad when I held your body like
a high note and we both trembled from the effort.Some people, though, are sad against all reason,
all sensibility, all love. I know better now.
I know what to say to the things you admit to me
in the dark, all bones and restless hands.“It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.”
“Please come back to me again.”
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Wow.
#jesus christ this has a cure for everything
Really?
That Gatorade one is real talk.
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Oh, fuck yes! Let’s DO THIS!
