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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

internetmessiah:

I’ve decided I want to be cremated. Not when I die, just whenever. Surprise me.

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If you insist…

Surprise 

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Bitch

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Bet

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You

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Thought 

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You’d

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Seen

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The

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Last

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Of

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Me

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unimpressedcats:

scruba dub dub theres a kitty in the tub 

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seanbeanisaredshirt:

harokissmile:

ksteeno:

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

what did i just read

Irish women are strong as fuck

I’m Irish and I can conclude that we are motherfucking metal

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cupcake-fallen-angel:

vidreebro:

ahsadler:

phils-mum-and-llama-placentas:

bangtidyniall:

I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING

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RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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COME ON IT’S LOVELY WEATHER

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FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

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IT’S STARTED

IT’S AUGUST YOU MANIACS

someone’s getting coal this year

IT’S FUCKING SEPTEMBER WHO BROUGHT IT BACK

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roryomalley:

Sharpay Evans is my fave because I love how she struts around the school like she owns it and is convinced she’s the most popular girl in school but she’s really just a huge theatre geek I totally feel that

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roarkshop:

aqueousserenade:

coledownlow:

I love this quote. I love this movie.

This scene impressed me so much when I first saw it. It still fills me with… idk something. I love it.

Still one of my favorite lines from a movie ever. 

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mirror:

I still laugh whenever I remember that the reason there was a whole section in Goblet of Fire dedicated to Hermione explaining the correct pronunciation of her name to Viktor Krum was because JK Rowling had found out there were actually people out there calling her character “Hermy One”

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Katy Perry quoting Mean Girls.

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shanology:

zombikki:

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

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twerkingderp:

eyjoey:

meijimie:

jackie-the-artist:

ultrafacts:

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j-to-rule-the-world:

ultrafacts:

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Well somebody finally gets it!

Every school should be like mine: four hours a day, three time slots you can attend (morning at 8, afternoon at 12, evening at 5), online classes in case you miss a day, english and math direct instruction, bus stop close by, you can graduate early if you want, you can switch time slots if you need to, and they respect if you have a mental disorder/want to be addressed by a different name or by diff pronouns. You can listen to music, too, and everyone is super chill. Small classes where everyone minds their own business and gets their work done. That is how school should be.

…. OR

Heres an idea!

Go to bed at a reasonable hour.

Jfc our ancestors beat up bears and dinosaurs at the crack of dawn, and you lot are whining about “SCHOOLS UNFAIR  CHANGE LESSON TIMES”

Alright buddy i’m gonna need you to sit the fuck down because i’m gonna lay some shit on you. I’m sure you had a great time in high school or college since you had the nerve to tell everybody to go to bed at a reasonable time. I don’t know if you’ve ever thought about it like this but maybe the reason why we don’t go to bed at a reasonable hour is because we can’t? WOW SHOCKING I KNOW. 

Now I don’t know what high school was like for everyone else but for me it was fucking hell. During my senior year in high school i had over 3 hours worth of homework everyday. I get off school at 8 pm because of after school extra classes. I get home at around 9:30 and shower and it’s already 11. Well better do my homework if I want to pass this class!!! Time sure does fly when I do homework because wow it’s 3 am already. Time to finally sleep because wow humans need to sleep to have a healthy mind???? And then DING it’s 6am better wake up for school to start this routine all over again for the next 10 months. Over the span of my high school life I had over 10 emotional break downs and depression because of school. Shocking right? School can actually make some people sad and angry.

How the fuck would you feel if you were crammed in a classroom with over 40 students learning the same thing except you couldn’t understand shit so you had to study extra hard and spend more time on your homework than everyone else? Terrible right. Not everybody breezed thru school like you did. 

School is different for everybody and everybody’s stress levels are different. Some schools give a fuck ton of homework while some don’t. Some people had fun in school and some didn’t. And I don’t know if you’ve ever thought about it like this but some people actually work after school. Wow students making a living to support their family that’s fucking crazy I didn’t even know that was possible. And don’t even get me started on AP students.

Jfc our ancestors beat up bears and dinosaurs at the crack of dawn,” Are you seriously comparing us to our ancestors which we had nothing to do with? WHO GIVES A SHIT. DID THEY HAVE OVER 8 HOURS OF SCHOOL? NO. DID THEY HAVE THE STRESS OF NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO FOR YOUR FUTURE? PROBABLY. BUT IT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT WE WORKED HARDER THAN THEM, WE HAVE A TOUGHER LIFE, ADULTS EXPECT US TO AMOUNT TO SOMETHING BUT WILL WE? WE DON’T KNOW. WE HAVE MORE STRESS ON OUR MINDS THAN A PSYCHOPATH WITH A MENTAL DISORDER. AND YET WE’RE STILL LIVING, BREATHING AND WORKING HARD SO SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT GOING TO BED AT A REASONABLE HOUR BECAUSE WE FUCKING CAN’T.

HOLY SHIT THANK YOU
thank you SO MUCH //applause

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thewinchestercave:

I got nine lives
Cat’s eyes
Usin’ every one of them and runnin’ wild

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cecilyjeanne:

stunningpicture:

Moving out of the apartment

This is, without a doubt, the saddest photo I have ever seen in my ENTIRE LIFE.

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evilqueenofgallifrey:

trip-hop-cabaret-dance-punk:

yourroyalpenis:

You don’t fuck with Adele

#that’s why her hair is so big #it’s full of secrets

isn’t this exactly what Tyrion Lannister did

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ima1ing:

spankkitten:

malformalady:

Octopus eggs

Photo credit: Simon Chandra

FUN FACT: These eggs are evil. Octopus babies are evil. Let me tell you why. The octopus mother lays her eggs in a cave roof and spends 6 months guarding them from potential predators and swaying the eggs with her tentacle so they get oxygen. This means she doesn’t eat or sleep until they hatch. When the octopus babies hatch, she dies from fatigue and starvation. THEN THEY FUCKING EAT HER. THEY EAT THEIR MOTHER WHO DIED BECAUSE SHE WAS LOOKING AFTER THEM. THEY. EAT. HER.

This sounds like what my mother said i did to her

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