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@takashi0PLEASE READ. WILL NOT HURT TO AND FORWARD.
Kids are putting Drano, tin foil, and a little water in plastic drink bottles
and capping it up - leaving it on lawns, in mail boxes, in gardens, on driveways etc. just waiting for you to pick it up intending to put it in the rubbish, but you’ll never make it!!!If the bottle is picked up, and the bottle is shaken even just a little - in about 30 seconds or less it builds up enough gas which then explodes with enough force to remove some your extremities. The liquid that comes out is
boiling hot as well.
Don’t pick up any plastic bottles that may be lying in your yards or in the gutter, etc.
Pay attention to this. A plastic bottle with a cap. A little Drano. A little water. A small piece of foil.
Disturb it by moving it; and BOOM!! No fingers left and other serious effects to your face, eyes, etc.
Please ensure that everyone that may not have email access are also informed of this.I’ve dealt with these before. If you find one:
- Do not touch it
- Do not touch it
- Clear the area around it. It will explode on its own in time.
- Once it explodes, do not make contact with the liquid inside. If needed, flush it away with large amounts of water.
- Do not try to detonate it. You’ll probably be disfigured.
I’ve seen what these can do. The acidic liquid inside can strip the paint off a car.
when i visited vancouver these were everywhere. it’s not a fucking joke they’re actually scary
Just a reminder that there are awful shitty people out there doing awful shitty things to everyone else
there was a bunch of these at disneyland
i found one in my back yard, when i let my dogs out, i pulled them back inside, took my cousins bb shotgun and shot it from a safe distance (i was in my house and shot from the screen door. When it went off, my family and neighbors came running to see if everything was ok. I told them what happened and to watch out for them.
These things are not a joke! When we went to check the damage there was a fucking hole in the ground. The dirt in my yard is like CLAY.
This shit is bad news
PLEASE DON’T BE AN ASSHAT. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE BOMBS IN PEOPLE’S YARDS.
Please spread this information!
the one fucking time I actually will signal boost cuz I didn’t know about this and would never ever wanna learn about it first hand
we actually had the bomb squad called to our house for something like this and it totally ruined the paint on my big bro’s car. :c
Shared before, but sharing again.
this isnt my blog type but its really important
Please be aware and be careful. These can harm people, pets, property and wildlife.
If you see one, keep your distance and wait for it to go off on its own.
My brother delt with one by putting a large metal bowl over it, but that’s extremely dangerous as well.
Be safe please.
SIGNAL BOOST. I HAVEN’T SEEN THESE BUT WILL KEEP A LOOK OUT.
[My chemistry professor told us about these this week because we’ve been learning about the main ingredient in Draino, Sodium Hydroxide.]
LET THE WORLD KNOW!!!
I’m on mobile and can’t link, but Snopes confirms. If you see one, call the police. These are DANGEROUS.
THIS ISNT FOLLOWING MY BLOG THEME BUT ITS VERY IMPORTANT!
Careful y’all
Stay safe everyone
AAAAAAHHHH!!! WHY!!!?!?!?!?!
How long has this been happening? This is messed up
Not the blog’s theme but I want you guys to keep your fingers and face
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I spent midnight hours with girls who carried stars in their pockets and could shake the night sky from their hair. Girls with small framed glasses and ponytails slicked back who would read your inner workings like a paperback. Girls who wore blood on their arms and bandanas across their forehead spitting on injustice scribbling a book of names. Beautiful girls. The ones who managed to hold the sun inside their chest. Who would light your life from the inside out. The ones with soft voices who could sing you back to the ocean and show you what it meant to hear moonlight. The pottery girls who treated you like clay, hoping you take shape. Girls better left untouched. Quinoa girls who held their hands outstretched with avocados and shea butter, there to see if you had smiled that day. Island girls with doe eyes who danced for palm trees. The art gallery girls in ripped overalls hanging picture frames inside your chest. Girls who burned their fathers, who spoke loudly but kissed soft. The autumn girls who were crisp apples and fallen leaves. Who listened to the weight of your steps and changed the wind with their fingertips. Broken glass girls who thrived on sharp edges and combat boots who warned of the harvest moon. Lighthouse girls who wouldn’t rest until you were safe in harbor, who tasted of salt and too much time in the sun. Girls who were the sound of chimes on a Midwest porch. Girls who were sunflowers, who were earthquakes, who were highways, who were honeybells, who were cigarettes
-Until Finally There Was You // a.k.g. // 8.13.18
Heavily inspired by @inkskinned’s wonderful work. Wanted to go from where they left off and play with imagery. Thank you for being such a beautiful light. Original:
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“I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible. Because one day, I might get hit by a bus. Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands. But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate. And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care. We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans. We never know when the bus is coming.”
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“A relationship should not be measured in months or years. It’s the calibre of the memories that matter. Their impact, their permanence, and the degree to which they change you. I’ve had relationships lasting years I can now scarcely recollect, and hours with others that feel like infinities.”
— Beau Taplin, “The Measurement”
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“dalliance”
— (noun) As one of the most beautiful words in the English dictionary,dalliance is defined as a brief love affair, a flirtation or a fleeting love. A dalliance also has connotations of amorous toying, example flirting without mindfulness and stringing a person along. Inevitably, Gatsby’s ephemeral relationship with Daisy in The Great Gatsby comes forth in our mind. Though the word dalliance is delicately beautiful, its meaning is quite bittersweet; Daisy’s selfish, coquettish nature led to Gatsby’s demise. What we have learned is that a dalliance with the presence of unrequited love is lethal.
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“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”
— Brian Andreas, Story People
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