me after opening up to someone: wow, i feel so much better!!! :) that was a good idea.
me lying in bed that night, realising what I’ve done:
Kent State University
“The Kent State shootings (also known as the May 4 massacre or the Kent State massacre)[3][4][5] were the shootings on May 4, 1970 of unarmed college students by members of the Ohio National Guard at Kent State University in Kent, Ohio during a mass protest against the bombing of Cambodia by United States military forces. Twenty-eight guardsmen fired approximately 67 rounds over a period of 13 seconds, killing four students and wounding nine others, one of whom suffered permanent paralysis.[6][7]”
“There was a significant national response to the shootings: hundreds of universities, colleges, and high schools closed throughout the United States due to a student strike of 4 million students,[10] and the event further affected public opinion, at an already socially contentious time, over the role of the United States in the Vietnam War.[11]”
Student strike of 4 million students! Let’s do that again lol
Don’t forget that basically half the country thought the students deserved it…
Another picture from Kent State.
But it was not just Kent State, eleven days later Mississippi Police fired 150 rounds into a dormitory at Jackson State College, killing 2 and wounding 15 black protesters.
Btw half of the students killed at Kent State weren’t even protesting, they were just there
someone just gave me this
I need 500 of these.
Fact about Aileen Wuornos:
Mistrusting men. It is no surprise that after her brutal childhood, Wuornos developed a powerful hatred and mistrust for all men. She met Tyria Moore and the two moved in together after they fell in love. Wuornos supported the couple entirely with her prostitution earnings. The couple traveled from one motel to another and Moore described their relationship thusly: “We were more like lovers than sisters.”
LEAN LEAN LEAN LEAN LEAN
Dahmer could only look forward to becoming the inactive object he had forced others to be, without their (questionable) advantage of actually being dead. ‘A life of nothingness,’ was how he put it; ‘years and years of bland desperation.’ He thought of suicide, often. ‘If I could just stop that little throbbing muscle in my chest,’ he said one day.
‘All you have to do is make a good slit, right where that large artery goes through your leg there, where it joins the hip, and you bleed to death within a couple of minutes, before they could get anyone to you.’ There were other prisoners stabbing themselves in the arm and stomach with pencils, which was why Dahmer was not allowed any writing materials on remand. Pencils would be useless, he said, ‘all that would do is create pain and I have enough of that already’.
Brian Masters, The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer