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
(Source: aauw)
Rigged is an understatement.
what you fail to realize is that video games shouldn’t cater to females in the first place. It’s largely known that it’s targeted towards the MALE demographic and has been for so many years, so why would they ask for something like that to be handed to them on a goddamn silver platter?
that’s like a guy walking into the women’s department of clothing at a sears and demanding that there be more clothing for men there. Separation of sections be damned.
that’s not how it fucking works
no not really
the game industry is more like walking into a regular department store and seeing that all the clothes are only men’s clothes
and when you ask the cashier where the women’s clothing section is, they wheel out a small rack of cheaply made tutus, g-strings, and high heels all in bright pink
and then when you go “wow really that’s it” you get called an uppity bitch and everybody assumes you want all the focus on you when in reality you’d just like to be considered a worthwhile demographic since you also like to wear clothes, it’s not like you want some ridiculous getup, you just want a solid shirt and pair of pants that fits you alright.
I mean hell you even sort of like men’s clothes and you have no problem wearing them. They suit you well. But it’s very obvious once you throw on a pair of men’s pants that they were not made for you.
^^^
Perfect metaphor is perfect.
(Source: ninoish)
Note to self: finish watching these movies.
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