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The dog was named Parrot.
This was taken moments before Parrot was murdered by the cop. The cop drove his knee into the middle of Parrot’s back while stretching Parrot’s forelegs behind him, as one would do with an armed criminal. Without waiting to determine whether this technique would calm Parrot, the cop grabbed Parrot, lifted him off the ground, and brought him to the top of the concrete staircase.
He threw Parrot over the banister, down twelve steps, and onto the concrete floor. Then, the cop stood at the top of the stairs, drew his weapon, and executed Parrot. Aaron, the animal’s owner, cannot recall the number of shots fired. Witnesses state that Parrot was not harming anybody and was simply frightened by the cop. At no time did Parrot try to bite the officer, all he did was start barking.
It doesn’t matter if you are a part of an Occupy movement, PETA, Republican, Democrat, Independant Religious or not, if you are a part of the human race this should be a wake up call that something is very wrong with our society.
Isn’t brutally killing animals something that most Serial Killers do right before they switch to killing humans?This is honestly disgusting, and what is even worse is that Officer Scott Fike has remained on full duty-even though this is under investigation.
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I have to have these.
I enjoy throwing up. well, not so much throwing up due to sickness or hangovers. but through this disorder. not so much the actual physical part of it- not the way I realize how poorly I’ve chewed my food as if gets caught in my throat, or the bloodshot eyes, sore throats or runny noses. but knowing I can undo any bad action. that I get a “redo” as if life is a board game. that I can have as many do-overs as i’d like. it gives me an adrenaline rush. my body is a pawn, and I’m the player. weight is my opponent. but I can click “re-do” a million times until I’m finally perfect. I say this, knowing I should feel terrible about it, knowing I’m crazy, but feeling nothing. I suppose I should call my therapist and make an appointment tomorrow.
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I miss summer already.
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