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Acting 101 by Phoebe Buffay. 

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This is real film of a real ghost


you can’t photoshop that shit. you just can’t 

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"paramore was pulled off tour for a week when hayley was 16 because her mom grounded her" is the funniest thing i’ve ever heard

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There will come a point in everyone’s life that you must find your friends. And I don’t mean you have to find people you just know and consider your friends, no, I mean finding your lifetime friends. This week, I experimented talking as little as I could to see who cared.

In the first few days, I found myself constantly submerged in anger for the people around me. The quieter I was, the more I heard, and the more I hated what came through to me. Too many people talking about other people, and some of them being me they were talking about. The more I listened, the more rumors I found. One after another I listened and the more I was in rage.

In the next couple of days after the anger, I was a mixture of rage and sadness. Listening to each and every rumor spread triggered me to become depressed. Only once in this time did I cry out of a release of emotion.

The last day of my experimenting, I was again in anger. I had never been one to realize when I was being so ignored. But the quieter I was, the more I wanted the talking. So I found that being ignored is no longer something I will take lightly.

I spend so much time not paying attention that when I finally listen, I’m glad I never heard it. But the more I listen, the more I want it all to be over.


You would be surprised with how many people in your life could be going through depression at this very moment.  People hide it like a paper bag over their heads out of fear of being judged, made fun of, seen as weak, or just not taken seriously.  Depression should not be taken lightly, it holds us down from our purpose and potential in life.  Those who tell you that it doesn’t exist have never experienced depression in their life, therefore not understanding the symptoms and how it’s something that cannot be fixed in a day!  So if you think you are depressed or if you think you know someone else who is, please talk to a friend, a family member, or anyone else in your life that you trust - never overlook the possibility of seeing a doctor for more professional help!!  Your feelings are real, your feelings are shared upon millions.  Don’t hide it, talk to someone about it.  With the right help, you can rediscover your confidence and begin life anew with our undying love and support!

We are right here!!

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" The difficulties of a long distance relationship. "


I know it’s nothing a plane ticket or a car ride couldn’t fix, but God, you don’t understand it unless you’ve been in it, unless you’ve felt it. It’s that feeling that hits your chest when you two finally say good night after listening to each other’s voices for the past few hours, and you’ll wonder why every time you say good night it feels like a good bye. It’s how even though you two just had a wonderful conversation your eyes start to fill up with tears because it’s a bittersweet feeling, because once they hang up, you’re alone again. Not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. You’re alone. It’s how a good morning text stands in for a good morning kiss and how a “what are you doing?” replaces hand holding. It’s how you two can’t help but talk about how every moment will be spent when you’re finally together, how a kiss will be more than just a kiss, how a hug is something that will last hours instead of seconds. It’s how you know that once you get to touch their skin it will be like touching the moon, and each little freckle will be your star to wish on, only yours. It’s how you will discover new galaxies in their laugh, how each little scar will be more than that, it will be a story you want to read, so you’ll trace your fingers across them like braille. You think of all this, all day, every day, every moment, even when you two are lost in conversation, you’ll think of it. And that’s the thing that keeps you hanging on, that keeps you going. The promise that every time you see the moon, you’re one step closer to seeing them soon. So you’ll close your weary eyes and dream of them in your arms. Once you awake there will be a message, “Good morning…” and your love shall be awakened again. (via thecarissamaestory)

that brought me to tears.

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starting-to-feel-just-right, I love you.

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The Expressionless

In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention, but there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.

The first being that she wasn’t exactly human. she resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.

There was a kitten clamped in her jaws so unnaturally tight that no teeth could be seen, and the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.

From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.

But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.

She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.

As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the woman’s mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…

The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?”

She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.

There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.

As he heard them approach, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular and letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.

She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.


The doctor’s eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.

The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”.

There was never a sighting of her again.

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My very last homecoming as a band member. It’s hard to think that these 13 years of high school band have already gone by


I realize that as a senior in high school, everything is a last. No matter what you do, it’s the last you’ll ever do in high school. But when you’re doing your absolute best to fix things and make shit right or even give out a damn idea, it no longer matters what you think. You’re nothing anymore. Because nobody, not one fucking person, cares. Take for instance, my very last blackout peprally. The entire band has never been a part. It has always been a small group. But when the idea comes out that we should do a smaller group, oh no, everyone’s going to bitch.

Not to mention the “friends” you have in this place. They aren’t friends when they make fun of you. They aren’t friends when they talk about you behind your back. They aren’t friends when you’re unhappy around or with them. Because even these friends don’t care anymore. Nothing matters about you. YOU are nothing anymore. Nothing is about you. Nothing.

So you learn to laugh at the jokes toward you. You learn to put yourself down. You learn that listening to someone else is probably better than you putting in your mind and ideas. Because yours don’t matter. Yours are nothing. You don’t matter.

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The bomb

So we had a college night at Texas Tech University today. Now I have a few friends who attend tech. These friends lomgboarded across the campus to come hang out with me because I hadn’t seen them in over a year.


Anatomically correct underwear and bra from the “Why Are You So Afraid of Your Own Anatomy” collection by Eleanor Beth Haswell.

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Not once have I ever craved the sensation of lips on my own like I do tonight. Never have I needed to run my fingers through someone’s hair just to remind myself that they’re here with me. No, I don’t crave these things because of one person, I crave them because life is too hard to live alone. And having no one close by is a slow killer.
Yes, I crave the body of another human being next to my own, but I also crave the need and want to stay alone. It’s a natural ideal to need to be alone, but how long do I need it?
I crave touch, I crave air, and I crave metal inside of my skin while at the same time I crave blood outside of my body. I crave the pain I can give myself in just seconds. Because there is nothing better than the release of words through blood alone.