"Don't worry, be hippie"
Alexis, 1995.
Talk to me, get to know me. Love me or hate me. That's all I have to say.
Spill your heart out.

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  • inhalecar0lina:

I can’t stop watching this. Its incredible how everybody else in the car ducks down after President Kennedy is shot, except Jackie. She puts her arm around him and doesn’t even think to lower herself. 



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.”

    I miss being in a relationship right now.
    I’ve been talking to this one guy, and he’s really nice. he lives far but idk. it’s okay. but after a crappy night all I wanted to do was talk to him. I barely know this person and I’ve already made myself depend on him to make me feel better. I just want to talk to this guy and even if we don’t talk about my problem, my crappy night, I’d still just feel better talking to him.
    I miss Neil a lot right now too. he was the person that used to be there for me. but he’s not any more. I hate that he won’t talk to me. I miss him so much.

    26 July, 2014

    so confused I hate this. I miss him. I hate that I’m forgetting details about him. I hate that in a month i might not remember the things I remember now
    it scares me and I hate it. I hate that he won’t talk to me any more. I don’t understand. I didn’t do anything to him. he promised me friendship and so much other crap that I wouldn’t have dared ask for and he took it all away. why? I miss you. I just wanted to see you even one more time. see your face, remember your smell, one last hug. anything. but nothing.

    24 July, 2014

    hung out with a guy for the first time since Neil. I guess it was like a double date kinda.
    I’m so awkward.
    we kissed a lot but I don’t think he was interested in any other way.
    I’m going out with another guy on Friday. he pushes my buttons but I kinda like it.
    I don’t think I want anything from any of these people.
    they don’t matter and even though Neil doesn’t really matter any more either I still feel like shit about everything and I’m still so hurt.
    I hate this. I hate that even when I’ve moved on I still haven’t even moved on.

    23 July, 2014