Snapback turtle kitten
TRIGGER WARNING (violence, gore)
The government (AKP) wanted to build a shopping mall but Istanbul already has got 93 shopping malls so we’re sick of it. And they wanted to build it in taksim gezi parki. That park is really important to us it’s like Central Park in NY. They wanted to destroy our park and build a new AVM. Then out people go there to defend our park and block the government. But the police started to throw agent orange, pepper spray and hard water (firemans trucks) Lots of people died and they’re still standing there and waiting 5pm because if our war continues for 48 hours our government is going to fall. We’re walking on Atatürk’s road and we don’t want Erdogan to controle us because that’s what he’s doing. So let thw world know what the fuck is he doing to his own people and he is doing just because the defenders dont like him and dont obey him. As you can see if people dont obey him he use illegal things to torture us and he blocked the media too so when other countries are making news about us suffering in our turkish channels there’s nothing just regular things like soccer or magazine news. They blocked the phones and internet in defending places so people are stuck there without electricity and no food there are no gas masks so lots of people are poisoning and police attacks people with armed combat car and they shout like run over people so ERDOGAN= HITLER HELP US (Reblog)
Spread the word, signal boost, reblog. These people seriously need all the help they can get to let the world know what’s going on, and we’re in a position to do that.
I hate looking at open wounds and blood but everyone needs to see this.
The homie and I did a little collaboration on a card to give to the staff who lives with him. I just drew the flower, he did all the good stuff.
By October 1972, the voices in Herbert Mullin’s head were telling him to kill. He became convinced that he had been chosen by Albert Einstein to go out and murder people as a way of preventing a cataclysmic earthquake. He described his mission as “singing the die song.” He explained to a psychiatrist:
“You see, the thing is, people get together, say, in the White House. People like to sing the die song, you know, people like to sing the die song. If I am president of my class when I graduate from high school, I can tell two, possibly three young male homo sapiens to die. I can sing that song to them and they’ll have to kill themselves or be killed - an automobile accident, a knifing, a gunshot wound. You ask me why this is? And I say, well they have to do that in order to protect the ground from an earthquake, because all of the other people in the community had been dying all year long, and my class, we have to chip in so to speak to the darkness, we have to die also. And people would rather sing the die song that murder.”
On October 13, 1972 - not long after a voice in his head barked, “Why won’t you give me anything? Go kill someone! Move!” - Mullin clubbed a fifty-five-year-old drifter to death with a baseball bat on a highway shoulder in the Santa Cruz mountains. Less than two weeks later, he picked up a twenty-four-year-old hitchhiker, stabbed her to death with a hunting knife, then dragged her corpse into some bushes and disembowelled her. Eight days later, he entered the confessional of St. Mary’s Church in Los Gatos and stabbed the priest to death. In the midst of this hideous campaign, Mullin tried to enlist in the Marines. He impressed the recruiting officer as a “highly intelligent and motivated young man who most likely will be a credit to the corps.” Ultimately, however, he was turned down. Ten days after applying, Mullin massacred five people - including two brothers, aged four and nine - in a remote area of the Santa Cruz mountains. Not long afterward, while hiking in a state park, he came upon four teenage boys in a makeshift cabin and shot them all in the head while they begged for their lives. His final victim was a seventy-two-year-old man, shot while working in his yard. Mullin’s car was spotted speeding away from the murder scene, and he was quickly picked up.
Good old Santa Cruz, California.
to the love of my life and my world - Stuff
Hey stuff i love you. and yeah i know i never wright you anything so i desided to start you are amazing and perfect in every to me. you mean more to one then i dont know me. yeah you mean more to me then me haha i know what i did in the past is prity much enexeptible and border line crazy or maybe just crazy. but i realy realy want to change i have been having alot of dreams about us and its kinda weird but it makes everything seem like its going to get so much better. dung i havent done this in so long my hand is cramping. but anyway remmber are story you were about to move to a dent state and then you meet me and you and me new something amazing was going to come off it something like a long relationship of fun and existment and love and friends and just weird crazy times we both have so much to offer each other rember the time we went ATVing and you fliped and then we stayed in a gross hotel that was awesome but any way i hope you can read this cuz i dont even think i can we have been together so long and i really really really really wanto make it never end you are my world and IDK.
If i let alone people can live with out there world like we need food water oxogin if i loss my world all die in like 2 to 3 min cauz i cant breath. and thats a shity way to die think about it lossing a world and you love of your life all at once. sound like death. i want to make it up to you and i know i can i feel like i am just rambling but i haft to go i love you you r my world and my everything.
your babie MATTHEW
I <3 u
“The Mewning Love Letter” Author unknown. (via downstaaiirs)
That’s prolly true love tho.