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Bad, Click, and Friends: Anonymous said why can't muslims tell other muslims to stop killing people? thebootydiaries: thebootydiaries: It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.  That changes today.  “Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.  Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore. “What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“  Suddenly, silence.  1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.  A single tear rolls down my cheek. Please.” I say with a broken voice.  He is moved.  “Aight”. My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.All I can hear is heavy breathing.“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol.”“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.“Kk.”

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Crying, Driving, and Girls: possessed-radios broccoli-butler voidspacer My roomba is scared of thunderstorms I was sitting at my desk just a few minutes ago, drawing, and a really loud crack of thunder went off-no power surges or anything, just thunder-and my roomba fled from its dock and started spinning in circles I currently now have an active roomba sitting quietly on my lap systlin Humans will pack bond with anything apostatively I had a teenage girl come into my tea shop with her mother the other night. She purposely grabbed a teamaker in the most crunched-up looking box on the shelf (got banged around in shipment) and carried it protectively over to the counter. "If something's in a damaged box I have to get it because I'm afraid no one else will love it," she laughed nervously Not only will humans pack bond with anything, the empathy level of adolescent girls in particular likely has puppy-saving, world hunger-solving, war-ending powers a-dull-glow I once saw a really bumpy lime at the grocery store, just a real ugly fruit. Later that night my boyfriend & I were driving home from rehearsal at like 11:30pm & passed the grocery store & I stared crying & he said "is it that lime? Do you want to go back and get it?" And I nodded and pulled the car around and bought the lime. your-friendly-neighbohood-black I saw this post once but IT GOT EVEN BETTER Source: voidspacer <p>wholesome human bonds via /r/wholesomememes <a href="https://ift.tt/2rC78aE">https://ift.tt/2rC78aE</a></p>

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Candy, Cars, and Clothes: Rep. Dan Kildee @RepDanKildee Follow 51 cents to spare. Hardest shopping trip in memory. Two small bags of groceries, not a lot of food. #SNAPchallenge pic.twitter.com/3k4lkmiugy 12:16 PM 12 Jun 2013 27 RETWEETS 6 FAVORITES coffee juices candy tea ue powder drinks jams/jellies 49 candy amey-winehouse: fuck-me-barnes: carmanitaknits: wagrobanite: think-progress: Members of Congress are living off food stamps for a week to protest Republican cuts. It’s a challenge for them, but GOP cuts would hurt millions of everyday Americans.  Why does this not have more publicity. This needs it! I want a reality tv show where politicians have to live in poverty for a month. They have to live in Government housing, shop with food stamps, and get only a limited amount of money for clothes. Because here, they still have all their trappings, lilke nice cars and thousand dollar suits. I want them in Walmart jeans trying to determine if they can afford a carton of milk.  Give them a full calendar year. I want to see them confident in January, and sometime around June choking back tears at the Safeway because they are tired, so tired, of eating 25 cent cup noodles, eyeing other peoples’ full grocery carts with a dull bewilderment. Let me see them despair because they have a persistent nagging cough that won’t go away and might be turning into pneumonia but the minute clinic is $60, which might as well be as six million dollars, either way they ain’t got it to spare - and that doesn’t count the cost of prescriptions. Let me hear them tell people about the muscle cramps they get at night due to eating non-nutritious garbage for months, the weakness from persistent hunger. Let them know the shame and frustration of only owning one pair of cheap polyester pants for work and one pair of thrift-store jeans, and both persistently have ripped crotches and seams coming undone, no matter how many times they get sewn back up.Let the women know the particular sort of despair that comes once a month when you can’t afford even the cheapest pads or tampons.Let them understand the frustration of being charged a $35 fee for a $2 overdraft. Let them watch as the bank holds charges from different days in “pending” till they all come through on the same day, and the bank charges them four times for a single overdraft because “the charges all cleared at the same time”. I want them to know the particular pain of having to decide between food for the week, or transportation costs to and from work. You can’t have both. Choose wisely.You do not truly understand poverty until you’ve lived it and a month isn’t enough to encompass it. Not even close. ^^^
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Bad, Click, and Friends: Anonymous said why can't muslims tell other muslims to stop killing people? thebootydiaries: mmkaylamm: thebootydiaries: thebootydiaries: It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.  That changes today.  “Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.  Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore. “What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“  Suddenly, silence.  1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.  A single tear rolls down my cheek. Please.” I say with a broken voice.  He is moved.  “Aight”. My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my white lily friends down. Not again. The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click. All I can hear is heavy breathing. “Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?” There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol”. “I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.” “Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken. “What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good” He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?” “Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale. The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism. “Muslim….Please.” I whisper. I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™ and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words. “Kk.” “I hear a tear”How do you hear a tear? Ah, you must not be Muslim,

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Bad, Click, and Friends: Anonymous said why can't muslims tell other muslims to stop killing people? thebootydiaries: thebootydiaries: It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.  That changes today.  “Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.  Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore. “What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“  Suddenly, silence.  1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.  A single tear rolls down my cheek. Please.” I say with a broken voice.  He is moved.  “Aight”. My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again. The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click. All I can hear is heavy breathing. “Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?” There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol”. “I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.” “Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken. “What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good” He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?” “Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale. The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism. “Muslim….Please.” I whisper. I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™ and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words. “Kk.”

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Club, Creepy, and Facebook: Follovw @codeinedrums Everyone, this is a photo of the "secret" two way mirror in the fe @ShimmyClub in Glasgow. Disgrace! pic.twitter.com/hg203x7K65 male toilets of Reply RetweetFavoriteMore zimpirate: bigbigbigday006: strangelyobsessedwithstuff: void-the-sinner: spoiledbabe: hazelandglasz: durnesque-esque: thehippiejew: extrafeisty: jaycubs: A Glasgow nightclub has installed a two-way mirror which allows male revellers in private booths to spy on unsuspecting women as they visit the toilet! With no notification or signage anywhere in the venue many female club goers have been left feeling embarrassed and used. Although they do briefly show the mirrors in a promo video, the club has been quickly deleting comments and posts on their social media from club goers trying to alert others to the situation. This is pretty much illegal and hugley violates privacy. Thank you The Shimmy Club for giving us a shiny, new, creative and cool take on objectification. article here i’m never leaving my house again, this world is just too fucked up. WHAT!? gross gross gross gross gross Good morning disgusting. Remember ladies: “No space, leave the place” (fingernail test) A two way mirror must be set INTO the wall, not placed on top of it. If you rap/knock against the mirror, one installed onto a wall (a normal mirror) will make a dull sound, because there’s something behind it. A two-way will have more reverberation. Use the flashlight on your phone to shine on the mirror, if it’s a two-way, you’ll be able to see into the other room. You can also shield your eyes and see in if you lean up against the glass. The room being viewed will have to be brightly lit (10x brighter than the room looking in), so if you’re in a typical dimly lit club bathroom, you’re ok. boosting the fuck out of this They have this in Continental Midtown in Philly, it’s fucking creepy and not cool at all the most obvious solution i can think of is to break that motherfucker. what are they going to do? sue you for breaking something they shouldnt have had? That’s fucking disgusting. Hey, fellas. You ever feel like you have to check if you’re standing in front of a two-way mirror? Women do. This needs to be known