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theblackpsyche:

Mihael Stroj; Judith With The Decapitated Head Of Holofernes, 1858. Detail.

gigaguess:

sushinfood:

you found him and he is proud of you

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TURN ON THE SOUND.

yesterdaysprint:

Evansville Press, Indiana, January 14, 1909

babylonian:

i am going to think about this every day for the rest of my life (x)

ruingaraf:

tachicoolma:

rebel-in-tartan:

Oh my god I’m obsessed with this.

a. this is not a HIPAA violation in the slightest

b. this is almost definitely fake; y’all thinking that looking up shit on webMD and google makes you even close in clinical knowledge and experience to a licensed medical professional is fucking wild and stupid as shit lmao

also gonna point out that while this is funny, and this has actually happened and to me when i googled my gf’s heart-attack-like symptoms in the ER waiting room and it turned out to be, exactly as google predicted, costochondritis–

(turns out that some basically harmless inflammation is really hard to distinguish from a heart attack by symptoms alone)

–medical professionals aren’t just going for the #1 google hit answer, they’re sifting through a ton of other possible explanations, many of which don’t fit the full symptom list or even half of it, and are compounded by everything from other pre-existing conditions to diet. i’m willing to bet every person in that room could have told you the stint was the obvious answer in about ten seconds, but you don’t really want to hit the I’m Feeling Lucky button on somebody’s life.

godlessondheimite:

I would date an actor just so I can tell people that my boyfriend’s an actor and then they’d be like “oh? What’s he been in?” And I’d say “me” and raise my wine glass and laugh because in this scenario I’m at a fancy cocktail party.

madlori:

constantine2005:

just a thought but why do we gays always come out in the car like what is it about sitting in a car that makes us tell someone we’re gay

There’s a reason for this.

Psychologically, it’s easier to have difficult conversations while in a car, especially if the person you’re talking to is driving, because it removes the pressure of making and/or maintaining eye contact since the driver has to watch the road. Also, the existence of a finite end point to the ride – when you get to wherever you’re going – gives you an automatic easy out to end the conversation, making it easier to start it in the first place.

In fact, some parenting experts actually recommend starting hard conversations with your kids in the car for these exact reasons.

I’ve always thought of cars as a sort of emotional liminal space. There’s something about being in a confined vehicle in motion that makes you feel a bit removed from reality. Your feet are not touching the ground, you’re moving faster than you ever could out of a car, you’re occupied with a task that’s both demanding and automatic, and your brain and emotions get a bit unfettered.