geeses
sixpenceee:

CHINESE BAMBOO TORTURE
There is really no proof it was used but this is how it works.
Bamboo grows REALLY fast. Sometimes 3 feet in one day!
Tips of living bamboo were cut sharp to create a spear.
The victim was suspended horizontally above such a patch of bamboo.
The bamboo pierced through the victim’s skin and continued to grow through his abdomen, ultimately causing one of the most painful deaths ever inflicted.
MythBusters investigated bamboo torture in a 2008 episode and found that a bamboo shoot can penetrate through several inches of ballistic gelatin in three days.
Ballistic gelatin is comparable to human skin
SOURCE
Another Torture Method: SAND PAPER FLOOR ROOM

sixpenceee:

CHINESE BAMBOO TORTURE

There is really no proof it was used but this is how it works.

Bamboo grows REALLY fast. Sometimes 3 feet in one day!

  1. Tips of living bamboo were cut sharp to create a spear.
  2. The victim was suspended horizontally above such a patch of bamboo.
  3. The bamboo pierced through the victim’s skin and continued to grow through his abdomen, ultimately causing one of the most painful deaths ever inflicted.

MythBusters investigated bamboo torture in a 2008 episode and found that a bamboo shoot can penetrate through several inches of ballistic gelatin in three days.

Ballistic gelatin is comparable to human skin

SOURCE

Another Torture Method: SAND PAPER FLOOR ROOM

whitemomwasted

austinthekingeskew:

heidiblairmontag:

Britney Spears - 2001 vs. 2008

Wow 😭😭

tacoball

caseyanthonyofficial:

colonelmustardgas:

caseyanthonyofficial:

caseyanthonyofficial:

I just started seeing a new girl and I have to say I like her a lot and I probably will be with her for a very long time

image

Haha thanks I cant even believe how lucky I am it took me completely by surprise.

Stop making random letters bold fuckhead

You are right and it wont happen again Im a little tired and im completely sorry I understand your frustration.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.
rreturn

Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.

(via rreturn)