CoffinTramp is:
Currently 24.
A disillusioned, pessimistic, atheist, feminist trying to find the good in this life.
Wanted to be a rock star.
Settling for attempted-writer.
my writing blog is here
Lives for:
Late-night conversations, spending too much time alone, finding those rare people to really connect with, kitties, music, mohawks, modifications, big boots... and coffee.
Often reblogs to the themes of:
Whatever the fuck I want. Politics, rights, atheism/religion, music, mental illness, silly things, favorite quotes.
Oh, and of course, KITTIES.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
If giving bad intelligence about a terrorist attack for a few days is a scandal. Imagine if you did that for years to justify a war.
LOLGOP (via samuraifuckingfrog)
(Source: questionall)
I tested Walmart’s brand of bottled water and I was shocked to see they sell the most toxic water ever. I tested for Total Dissolved Solids using a TDS meter and the number I got was 271. THAT IS THE MOST TOXIC WATER I HAVE EVER SEEN. Even NYC tap water TDS score is 39. Poland Spring is 42. The water is not even drinkable. I think it’s Criminal to even make profits from selling this water filled with sodium fluoride and who knows what else is in that. 500 ppm (parts per million) is the EPA Maximum but even though the FDA is corrupt their recommended is 000, which is pure.
THE ONLY BOTTLED WATER THAT READS 000 IS DUANEreade/Walgreens ‘NICE’ branded water.
PLEASE SHARE THIS INFO ALONG.- anonymousplease dont buy anything from walmart. it’s a disgusting place that funds slavery and poison-_-
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A review by one of the folks sums it up perfectly:
“What worries me about Yahoo! buying Tumblr is how it would choose to incorporate the website into its email and homepage features. One of the reasons why Tumblr is so unique is because it’s a niche market. By adding more users who don’t fit into this niche, it would make it more difficult for communities to develop within Tumblr, and Tumblr would have to change to accommodate these new users. Tumblr as a website is not the kind that you can sign up for in a day and be on your way. It is a website crafted so that you can immediately post but must spend several weeks, sometimes even months, to build a community. With new users who would not be willing to spend time growing a community, Tumblr would have to be changed, which would alienate its current users. Those users have spent time and effort to make Tumblr what it is today, and they are the ones who spend time on the website daily. A user who is checking onto Tumblr because it’s attached to their homepage is not going to be as strong of a user nor as dedicated. By changing the website to suit this new user, you would lose the strong users while building an undedicated usership.
To any website that would think of buying Tumblr, they must understand that it is a website that cannot be changed to make it more user friendly to a casual blogger. I think that many Tumblr users would be less worried about a buy-out if they were promised that their communities and ways of using Tumblr would not be changed. No one is going to mind Yahoo! buying the website and gaining a few extra million dollars per year from the minimal advertising; what we will be upset with is if a company like Yahoo! then changes the website to increase casual users and decrease dedicated users. Yahoo! would gain nothing by losing this “cool” group of bloggers in an age group they so desperately want to reach, so they must cater to these individuals by leaving the website exactly as is.” - houseoftombombadil
As much as is does sound like a load of bullshit for someone to buy Tumblr, it’s a possibility. I Personally think it should stay independent and I hope David Karp keeps a hold of it like his own child. Or we make enough noise to where such major changes (if bought) will not happen. I would hate to see Tumblr turned into an advertising dump.We’re not a ‘hip fad group’ to be marketed to. I hate the fact that’s all we look like to businesses in the end.reblogging again for this ^
(Source: my--teen--quote)
a breakup letter to stanford university
you are eighteen — give or take a few
shots of espresso and one night stands —
and you are sandwiched in the backseat
of the car with the six suitcases you somehow convinced your mother
to let you pack for college — let’s call it,
being upfront to your roommate that you are
coming with baggage
and you never were one for cliches, but you felt
part of something bigger than yourself,
your parents - called it “becoming an adult”
but you called it staying out past your bedtime dancing
called it holding his hand on the street,
called it safe, and sometimes even
freedom
your peers thought you were endearing
for holding onto the y’alls and fixin to’s —
the relics from your past that you
somehow managed to fit inside,
along with all of their new advice like:
do not eat with your hands, like
do not speak about things that interest you unless you are in a classroom,
like do not speak out,
like do not
so you believed
that this was the way things were supposed to be:
sitting in lecture and mistaking your pulse for a sign of life
mistaking school as an education
now you are twenty one years old
and your grandparents cannot come to graduation
but they tell you that they are so proud of you
that they came to this country and worked here
for this moment — their dandelion seed somehow blown
across the ocean and blooming into a man,
receiving a degree from an elite university
untying his noose and re-tying it as a bow tie
this is how you disguise a skin with a suit
this is how you make brown beautiful
and you smile, the most marketable skill you have learned at stanford:
for they have not taught you to be fluent in the truth
that you have spent the past four years making caves in library basements,
trying to find more excuses not to drop out
that you have spent more time
running away from this campus then letting it teach you how to forget yourself
my university tells me that I have received a degree with distinction
but they will award the same diploma to the boy next to me: the one with one letter
and six figures away from me,
the one who invited a war criminal to speak at dinner sophomore year and called her
“an inspiration,” the one who just accepted a job offer with a business
that left hundreds of thousands of people starving, but at least hires gay people and liked the format of his resume —
the way that the blank parts are so beautiful like the silence
necessary to graduate from a university where we are assigned so much reading that
we forget how to speak, forget how to feel, graduate from a university
where we forget how to poor, forget how to brown, forget how to human
i received an email that our class has
selected mayor bloomberg to be our keynote speaker —
the man who encourages the police to stop and frisk our
brothers in new york and hide them in cages disguised as justice:
who needs papers when our bodies are already the evidence?
the man who tells the press that there are no homeless people in new york because he drowned them all in Sandy or paid them minimum wage to shine his shoes,
dick, and ego all at the same time (let’s call it, efficiency)
It makes so much sense:
the way this university has taught us that our hearts are only
useful if we can sell each beat for a profit:
STOPS its public service with the Haas Center
and FRISKS the activists for more results
STOPS its education at the demonstrations
and FRISKS the keynotes for tips on how to steal the world
they tell me that i am surrounded by our future leaders
who will clap so hard when bloomberg finishes his speech
because maybe if they are loud enough
they will not hear the growing pains of
our dreams becoming dictators
beliefs becoming bloombergs
So at the ceremony when you see me crying I will pretend that you understand.
So when you post photos from your new office view, your five star restaurants, I will pretend that you understand why I am not there
And when you refuse to see me
And when you refuse to see us
Like Bloomberg and Condoleeza, and all the other bullies you
wanted to become in middle school
Like Hennessey, and Blair, and all the other white men who
designed your curriculum — I mean this empire — and disguised it as an education
We will be outside burning our degrees to keep warm,
But, we, we will finally be happy
Without you
New App Lets You Boycott Koch Brothers, Monsanto And More By Scanning Your Shopping Cart
A new app allows you to scan a product in the supermarket aisle and learn who exactly is behind that box of cereal. More impressively, you can join user-created campaigns to boycott groups of companies who may have lobbied against a cause you believe in.I couldn’t scream SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY fast enough at this. And it’s free! Due to all the traffic, the app is down right now - the developer says he’s getting more than 10 new users every second. Download it! Vote with your wallet!
Angelina Jolie on why she had a double mastectomy, and how it can save lives
My mother fought cancer for almost a decade and died at 56. She held out long enough to meet the first of her grandchildren and to hold them in her arms. But my other children will never have the chance to know her and experience how loving and gracious she was.
We often speak of “Mommy’s mommy,” and I find myself trying to explain the illness that took her away from us. They have asked if the same could happen to me. I have always told them not to worry, but the truth is I carry a “faulty” gene, BRCA1, which sharply increases my risk of developing breast cancer and ovarian cancer.
My doctors estimated that I had an 87 percent risk of breast cancer and a 50 percent risk of ovarian cancer, although the risk is different in the case of each woman.
Only a fraction of breast cancers result from an inherited gene mutation. Those with a defect in BRCA1 have a 65 percent risk of getting it, on average.
Once I knew that this was my reality, I decided to be proactive and to minimize the risk as much I could. I made a decision to have a preventive double mastectomy. I started with the breasts, as my risk of breast cancer is higher than my risk of ovarian cancer, and the surgery is more complex.
On April 27, I finished the three months of medical procedures that the mastectomies involved. During that time I have been able to keep this private and to carry on with my work.
But I am writing about it now because I hope that other women can benefit from my experience. Cancer is still a word that strikes fear into people’s hearts, producing a deep sense of powerlessness. But today it is possible to find out through a blood test whether you are highly susceptible to breast and ovarian cancer, and then take action.
My own process began on Feb. 2 with a procedure known as a “nipple delay,” which rules out disease in the breast ducts behind the nipple and draws extra blood flow to the area. This causes some pain and a lot of bruising, but it increases the chance of saving the nipple.
Two weeks later I had the major surgery, where the breast tissue is removed and temporary fillers are put in place. The operation can take eight hours. You wake up with drain tubes and expanders in your breasts. It does feel like a scene out of a science-fiction film. But days after surgery you can be back to a normal life.
Nine weeks later, the final surgery is completed with the reconstruction of the breasts with an implant. There have been many advances in this procedure in the last few years, and the results can be beautiful.
I wanted to write this to tell other women that the decision to have a mastectomy was not easy. But it is one I am very happy that I made. My chances of developing breast cancer have dropped from 87 percent to under 5 percent. I can tell my children that they don’t need to fear they will lose me to breast cancer.
It is reassuring that they see nothing that makes them uncomfortable. They can see my small scars and that’s it. Everything else is just Mommy, the same as she always was. And they know that I love them and will do anything to be with them as long as I can. On a personal note, I do not feel any less of a woman. I feel empowered that I made a strong choice that in no way diminishes my femininity.
I am fortunate to have a partner, Brad Pitt, who is so loving and supportive. So to anyone who has a wife or girlfriend going through this, know that you are a very important part of the transition. Brad was at the Pink Lotus Breast Center, where I was treated, for every minute of the surgeries. We managed to find moments to laugh together. We knew this was the right thing to do for our family and that it would bring us closer. And it has.
For any woman reading this, I hope it helps you to know you have options. I want to encourage every woman, especially if you have a family history of breast or ovarian cancer, to seek out the information and medical experts who can help you through this aspect of your life, and to make your own informed choices.
I acknowledge that there are many wonderful holistic doctors working on alternatives to surgery. My own regimen will be posted in due course on the Web site of the Pink Lotus Breast Center. I hope that this will be helpful to other women.
Breast cancer alone kills some 458,000 people each year, according to the World Health Organization, mainly in low- and middle-income countries. It has got to be a priority to ensure that more women can access gene testing and lifesaving preventive treatment, whatever their means and background, wherever they live. The cost of testing for BRCA1 and BRCA2, at more than $3,000 in the United States, remains an obstacle for many women.
I choose not to keep my story private because there are many women who do not know that they might be living under the shadow of cancer. It is my hope that they, too, will be able to get gene tested, and that if they have a high risk they, too, will know that they have strong options.
Life comes with many challenges. The ones that should not scare us are the ones we can take on and take control of.
I used to work in a genetic counselling clinic that focused on breast and ovarian cancer, so this hits close to home for me. PSA for anyone living in Canada: you can get tested for the BRCA1 and BRCA2 genes for free if you meet certain criteria laid out by the government. The criteria are complicated, but to simplify, you should ask your GP for a referral to a genetic counselor if:
- You have a strong family history of breast or ovarian cancer (especially close relatives - mother, aunts, grandmothers, sisters, etc.) Note that BRCA1 and BRCA2 can also cause prostate cancer in males, so look for that in your family history too!
- Anyone in your family has been diagnosed with breast or ovarian cancer before the age of 50
- You are Ashkenazi Jewish (this group has a higher risk for the genes)
- You have breast or ovarian cancer yourself (this can help your relatives know whether to get tested, and can help predict the likelihood of a recurrence or secondary cancer)
Whether you get the testing will depend on many factors, but all of those things are indicators that you are a good candidate for free testing, so it never hurts to ask. The test itself is very very simple; you speak briefly with a genetic counselor, get a blood draw, and then get your results a month or two later. If you live in a remote area and can’t easily access a testing center, you can also send in a blood or saliva sample and speak to the counselor remotely.
I’m by no means an expert, but this stuff is important - if you do have a family history of breast or ovarian cancer, I STRONGLY encourage you to learn more.
American Apparel really know about that ”unisex” thing. Damn well. (English version)
Unisex. UNI and SEX. What’s it really about? According to Wikipedia, the word unisex “refers to things that are suitable for either gender” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unisex 2013-05-14). That’s nice! Something that BOTH women and men can do. Something the two sexes have in common. Like buying a shirt. Maybe a flannel or denim one. And wear it. And where to buy a shirt if not American Apparel? Gorgeous, sweet and especially cool and trendy American Apparel. After surfing around for a while I realize they also sell “unisex-clothing”. Perfect! I log on to their webpage with the word UNISEX dancing around in my mind. It echoes in my ears. Unisex, unisex, unisex.
(Source: choosechoice)
Jesusfucking cramping stupid uterus…
You’re killing my birthday week.
I could be having sex right now.
Instead, fingertips to toenails of agony.
Arrrrrrrrrrgh.