Samantha

I want to learn, experience, and feel as much as I possibly can. I do my best to live and love with an open mind, big heart, and a high pain tolerance.

goats-ablaze:

woke up today and realized that tumblr entirely killed fuck ya life bing bong so here ya go again

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catchymemes:

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briarpatch-kids:

Have I mentioned that sourdough is already partially “digested” by the enzymes and stuff in the starter, so not only is it a little pet that lives on my countertop, Sour Joe is also making my food ever so slightly easier to digest.

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hazel2468:

leahplease:

ilikeit-art:

Okay fuck so for like the entire first part I thought this person was like… Using one of those 3d pens to replace lace in this curtain somehow

Then the next couple I was like “wait are they just like painting the curtains a different color? Were the lace threads just black or something on that other one?”

Then finally it clicked and I freaked the fuck out

EXCUSE ME

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scarletrougelipstick:

I love solitude and not having to perform

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company:

blusoldier:

company:

incel-moved-deactivated20210803:

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half of this website should learn this

Shut the fuck up

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haroldhighballjordan:

sometimes I randomly think about the time a girl posted in this girls only Facebook group I’m in telling everyone how she broke up with her boyfriend and he lied saying that he lost the spare key she gave him, only to then break into her apartment when she wasn’t home and steal the cat they’d adopted while they were together, but then he denied having done this and she didn’t really have proof that he took the cat since he wouldn’t let her come into his place and look for it. And then another girl saw this post and knew her ex-boyfriend, and she was like “girl. I used to hook up with your mans back in xxxx and I still have his number. If you want, I’ll hit him up and get him to invite me back to his place and see if your cat’s there.” And the OP was like “bet.”

So this woman hit up homie dog, asked him out for drinks, went home with him, slept with him, and then woke up in the middle of the night and TOOK THE CAT. Like she had only said that she would confirm if the cat was there but then she took it upon herself to steal this woman’s cat back. Like she full on Trojan horsed this man and then hit up homegirl like “I got the goods. Where you wanna meet.” And then the two of them posted a photo of them together with the cat to the group.

And I just think women supporting women is so beautiful.

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zaidove:

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stretch marks are human

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shitposting-hobbits-to-gallifrey:

a-shy-mimiktwo:

prguitarman:

jessepinkthem:

this video is putting me in a daze i swear

Opening up the skittles portal

HOW MANY CHECKMARKS DOES THIS GUY HAVE???????

he invented nyan cat he’s allowed to have as many checkmarks as he wants

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catchymemes:

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jvhdb:

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ive had this photo from r/stupiddovenests open in a tab for like 3 days because it inspires such hope and joy in me that im afraid to close it in case i never find another source of those emotions as potent as this

rev-another-bondi-blonde:

Thousands of premature infants were saved from certain death by being part of a Coney Island entertainment sideshow.

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At the time premature babies were considered genetically inferior, and were simply left to fend for themselves and ultimately die.

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Dr Martin Couney offered desperate parents a pioneering solution that was as expensive as it was experimental - and came up with a very unusual way of covering the costs.

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It was Coney Island in the early 1900’s. Beyond the Four-Legged Woman, the sword swallowers, and “Lionel the Lion-Faced Man,” was an entirely different exhibit: rows of tiny, premature human babies living in glass incubators.

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The brainchild of this exhibit was Dr. Martin Couney, an enigmatic figure in the history of medicine. Couney created and ran incubator-baby exhibits on the island from 1903 to the early 1940s.

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Behind the gaudy facade, premature babies were fighting for their lives, attended by a team of medical professionals.To see them, punters paid 25 cents.The public funding paid for the expensive care, which cost about $15 a day in 1903 (the equivalent of $405 today) per incubator.

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Couney was in the lifesaving business, and he took it seriously. The exhibit was immaculate. When new children arrived, dropped off by panicked parents who knew Couney could help them where hospitals could not, they were immediately bathed, rubbed with alcohol and swaddled tight, then “placed in an incubator kept at 96 or so degrees, depending on the patient. Every two hours, those who could suckle were carried upstairs on a tiny elevator and fed by breast by wet nurses who lived in the building. The rest [were fed by] a funneled spoon. The smallest baby Couney handled is reported to have weighed a pound and a half.

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His nurses all wore starched white uniforms and the facility was always spotlessly clean.

An early advocate of breast feeding, if he caught his wet nurses smoking or drinking they were sacked on the spot. He even employed a cook to make healthy meals for them.

The incubators themselves were a medical miracle, 40 years ahead of what was being developed in America at that time.

Each incubator was made of steel and glass and stood on legs, about 5ft tall. A water boiler on the outside supplied hot water to a pipe running underneath a bed of mesh, upon which the baby slept.

Race, economic class, and social status were never factors in his decision to treat and Couney never charged the parents for the babies care.The names were always kept anonymous, and in later years the doctor would stage reunions of his “graduates.

According to historian Jeffrey Baker, Couney’s exhibits “offered a standard of technological care not matched in any hospital of the time.”

Throughout his decades of saving babies, Couney understood there were better options. He tried to sell, or even donate, his incubators to hospitals, but they didn’t want them. He even offered all his incubators to the city of New York in 1940, but was turned down.

In a career spanning nearly half a century he claimed to have saved nearly 6,500 babies with a success rate of 85 per cent, according to the Coney Island History

In 1943, Cornell New York Hospital opened the city’s first dedicated premature infant station. As more hospitals began to adopt incubators and his techniques, Couney closed the show at Coney Island. He said his work was done.

Today, one in 10 babies born in the United States is premature, but their chance of survival is vastly improved—thanks to Couney and the carnival babies.


https://nypost.com/2018/07/23/how-fake-docs-carnival-sideshow-brought-baby-incubators-to-main-stage/

Book: The strange case of Dr. Couney

New York Post Photograph: Beth Allen

Original FB post by Liz Watkins Barton

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(Source: New York Post, via squiden)

ocgreenqueen:

“Drugs become addictive the day you decide to use it to fill the gaps in your heart instead of using it for short entertainment.”

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The healthy part of me doesn’t agree with this, but there is a backdoor with disordered eating - an open window for sadness. I don’t have to eat if I don’t want to commit to the act of consuming food. I’d rather not eat than eat too much. Body will be just fine without the calories, I have stored energy. Body will be okay for a few days.

Fasting aids in killing infection, I pray it aids in healing heartache.