There’s a Way to Stop Mass Shootings, and You Won’t Like It.

Outstanding.

Rob Myers

There’s a Way to Stop Mass Shootings, and You Won’t Like It.

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That’s right. You’re not going to like it because it’s going to require you to do something personally, as opposed to shouting for the government, or anyone to “do something!”

You ready? Here it is:

“Notice those around you who seem isolated, and engage them.”

If every one of us did this we’d have a culture that was deeply committed to ensuring no one was left lonely. And make no mistake, as I’ve written before loneliness is what causes these shooters to lash out. People with solid connections to other people don’t indiscriminately fire guns at strangers.

I know what you’re thinking. That’s never going to work because no one is going to make the effort to connect with the strange kid sitting by himself at lunch each day. No one is going to reach out to…

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Nobody Cares What You Think

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Just in case you didn’t know. Or if, perhaps, you needed a reminder…

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Wisdom > Authority

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Authority without wisdom is like a heavy axe without an edge, fitter to bruise than polish. 

Anne Bradstreet

And yet, much more often than not, the most incapable and moronic among us are the ones placed into positions of power and authority. You serious, bros?!

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the semicolon project

Outfuckingstanding. Truly wonderful.

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FullSizeRender-1FullSizeRender Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.

We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going. 

In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…

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Misplaced Indignation

All day, the internet has been up in arms over a depiction of rape that occurred on a fictional television show last night. A show that is no stranger to intense and disturbing content, mind you. Still, fans and critics alike have been passionately and vocally outraged over the incident.

Meanwhile, in the United States a sexual assault happens about every minute or so, depending on the source for statistics. About 80% of those sexual assaults are at the hands of someone the victim knows. About one in four women will be sexually assaulted in her lifetime. And only about 20% of sexual assaults are actually reported. Exactly ZERO of these rapes happen to fictional characters.

Hey, Public. Hey Internets. How about you people express some moral and emotional outrage over something that actually fucking matters?

National Sexual Assault Hotline 1-800-656-4673

Rape and Incest National Network (Including Online Hotline)

Click here for other national hotlines, helpful links, and information for victims of crime.

Patient 608A by Michelle Chen

A brilliant and caring treatment of an experience with psychiatric demons and “angels.” How did you get the notebook from my time in the psych ward? GET OUT OF MY HEAD.

Cease, Cows

Mount Valdis. When I first heard the name it sounded like a real nice place to be. I imagined a mountain shrouded with mist surrounded by swarms of gorillas and so many colorful birds and log cabins that they’d stack up, one on top of the other, and just about make everybody who went there burst into tears.

Momma’s hip is nagging her but she is still sitting next to me on my crumpled white sheets, all thoughts of chiropracting and Doctor Trieste out of her head as she argues with the doctors about my treatment. As far as I can see, they are planning to try something new. As far as they can see, I don’t understand a single word.

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Sometimes this girl with skin the color of cracked toilet pipes and the craziest old glasses I’ve ever seen passes by my door while she’s getting her toiletries or waiting for new blue pants and a…

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I Have Lived On The Lip Of Insanity

The people who flow through our lives are occasionally benevolent spirits of the universe — angels, so to speak — bestowing gifts of influence and psychic healing in our times of need. This wonderful post came along this morning just when I needed it. A beautiful reminder…

Ageless Bohemian

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Photo@Robertconerliousphotography.com

(get out of your head)

I have lived on the lip of insanity,

Wanting to know reasons,

Knocking on a door,

It opens.

I’ve been knocking from the inside.

Dance, when you’ve broken open.

Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.

Dance, in the middle of the fighting.

Dance in your blood.

Dance, when you’re perfectly free.

~Jalal Ad-Din Rumi

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We survived, but our vinyl and our souls may be worse for the wear…

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Photos from an abandoned record warehouse

In thirty seconds, the blight on the face of underground music known as Record Store Day shall be officially over! Sure, there’s bound to be traces of this horrible, bloody rape-orgy for weeks, even months, to come. And the memories may haunt some forever. But, it’s important to believe that the worst is behind us, at least for another 365 days…

Also, this means that your local record store should be mostly free of douchebags tomorrow! You know…other than the clerks. XD

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Patchouli stink, anyone?

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04.11.15 [29/52] So I began to hate everything; all at once I was running.. But I couldn’t fake it anymore. (Could you feel me screaming out?)

“You don’t find depression in a bottle or package. You make it yourself. You dispense it from your own mind.”

And therein lies the tragedy, no? A sickness born of the very place it destroys and consumes, a disease eating away at the very thing that would be the soul’s salvation.

zeebam

04.11.15
Music/title: Ghost; From Indian Lakes
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“Who am I to expect anything?”

.. . ….

“It’s not too different.
You don’t find depression in a bottle or package.
You make it yourself.  You dispense it from your own mind.

Regardless of my own understanding or lack of empathy, I do love you..
More than anything.


And if I can’t speak to the love of my life-
Take her places and talk her through her own form of addiction, then what kind of man would I be?”

… ….

“Do you know why we get sad, Bettina?”

[ No. ]

“To remind ourselves why we want to be happy.”

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