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⚫ South African astronomer Danie du Toit gave a lecture on how death can strike anyone, at any time. Upon the completion of this lecture, du Toit popped a mint candy into his mouth. It slid into the back of his throat, promptly causing him to choke to death. ⚫

🇮🇪 Cavan Weekly News Published in Cavan, county Cavan SUDDEN DEATH. On Saturday night last, a man named John FAULKNER, residing at Aghaloora, near Kinaleck, was choked by a piece of meat sticking in his throat. This accident is becoming frequent in this neighbourhood, a man named DOWDAL having lost his life the other day at Finea from a similar case. This ought to teach people that good digestion depends very much on proper mastication of our food. December 6, 1878 🇮🇪

ᴱᵈⁿᵃ ᴳˡᵃˢˢᵐᵉʸᵉʳ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ¹⁹⁰² ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ¹⁴ ᴶᵃⁿ ¹⁹⁰⁵ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ²–³⁾ ᵁᔆᴬ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴸⁱᵇᵉʳᵗʸ ᴾʳᵃⁱʳⁱᵉ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᴱᵈʷᵃʳᵈˢᵛⁱˡˡᵉ⸴ ᴹᵃᵈⁱˢᵒⁿ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᴵˡˡⁱⁿᵒⁱˢ⸴ ᵁᔆ ᴰᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴶᵒʰⁿ ᴳˡᵃˢˢᵐᵉʸᵉʳ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵇᵘᵗᵗᵒⁿ ᴬᵍᵉ ³

I Want to Help It was a beautiful morning when I woke up, the sun shining through and the wildlife up and about. I went for my morning stroll, taking my usual route. I stopped by the surface of the water, when I saw the most peculiar thing: a little girl… In there. Couldn’t she breathe? Why didn’t she come out? Panicking, I reached out and grabbed her arms, yanking her out of it and holding her close to me. She started to scream, but then seemed to be choking. I tried to calm her down. “Shh… Everything is fine, little one, I saved you! Relax! Breathe in!” But she wouldn’t. And soon, despite all my efforts, she went limp. Not again! I couldn’t understand. I had taken her out of that horrible, disgusting air, and into the safety of the water. What had I done wrong this time? Maybe my tentacles frighten them. Maybe I wasn’t gentle enough. Human children are so unpredictable. I’ll save one for real next time, I swear.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago Gallantmirth I watched the monster's jagged claws inch slowly out from under the bed. "I won't let him in again, I promise" it assured me as my dad crept to the room.

◌ 🌸 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁　 ‎◌ 🧚🏽‍♂️ ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌 　 ‎◌ 🫧 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 ‎◌ 🌱 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 ‎◌ 🪷 ⠀ׅ⠀⠀ׁ⠀ 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

I miss my papa ✨ I really wish I didn't poison him

I found myself opening a door in the basement and then I saw the endless cavern of hour-glasses as far as the eye could see. The closest to the door had the names of my family members etched on them. I saw the sand in my parent’s hour-glasses about to run out. I called them and told them to not get on the plane. The sand in the hour-glasses refilled. —Human_Gravy

Go to TwoSentenceHorror r/TwoSentenceHorror 3 yr. ago _FallenAngel__ A genie granted me my wish to become the most beautiful woman in the world forever Now I sit here in a museum, frozen in a painting for the past 500 years as people passing by admire and faun over my timeless beauty

ᶜᵃʳᶜⁱⁿᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶜᵃⁿᶜᵉʳ⁾‧ ᶜᵃʳᵈⁱᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵈⁱˢᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵒʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜᵏˢ⁾‧ ᶜˡᵃᵘˢᵗʳᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵉⁿᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᴹᴿᴵ ᵐᵃᶜʰⁱⁿᵉˢ⁾‧ ᴴᵉᵐᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ⁾‧ ᴹʸˢᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ᵒʳ ᵍᵉʳᵐᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵉʳᵐˢ⁾‧ ᴺᵒˢᵒᶜᵒᵐᵉᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡˢ⁾‧ ᴺᵒˢᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵈⁱˢᵉᵃˢᵉ⁾‧ ᴾʰᵃʳᵐᵃᶜᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ⁾‧ ᵀʰᵃⁿᵃᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ⁾‧ ᵀᵒᵐᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉᵈᵘʳᵉˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵍᵉʳⁱᵉˢ⁾‧ ᵀʳᵃᵘᵐᵃᵗᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳʸ⁾‧ ᵀʳʸᵖᵃⁿᵒᵖʰᵒᵇⁱᵃ ⁽ᶠᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵉᵉᵈˡᵉˢ⁾

Tumblr | 10/6/2014 | 7:44pm | DO YOU? meeplol: Most people agree that dying while being asleep is the best way to dıe. Peaceful, not signs of tortur͘e nor paın. My grandma used to say angels carry them, the ones who are dying while being asleep, to heaven. But sometimes angels can be clumsy and drop them by accident. Remember the time you felt like falling in your sleep and suddenly woke up?

Sometimes I feel like I have my life together and then I'm like WOW that was a really nice 45 seconds November 14th, 2015, 11:51 AM

　˚ 　　 . ✧　　 　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 ˚ 　 . everything you are worried about is going to turn out ok, i promise you ˙ᵕ˙ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆. 𖦁 ‧ ﾟ｡⋆

Nobody wants to go near me anymore. r/shortscarystories Nobody wants to go near me anymore. People used to like me, they'd sit next to me on a park bench, they'd smile when they saw me, they were completely comfortable bringing their girlfriends and kids around me. Not anymore. Not since that awful murd*r. Now they cross the street to avoid me, and if they do look at me, it's only with a look of disgust. I wish I could tell them all how sorry I was. Sure, nobody blames me. It's not my fault. They know it wasn't my fault. But now, they can't stand to even glance my way. I'm so lonely. God, what I wouldn't give to have someone sit down for lunch with me. I took the little things like that for granted for so long. I had to watch him dıe. They hung him, and left before he was even deἀd. I was the one that saw the lífe leave his eyes, saw the paın and desperation on his face, and I couldn't do a thing to help him. Those terrified eyes will haunt me for the rest of my lífe. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and save him, point the police to the hangers, and see those awful men put in jail for the rest of their lives. But I couldn't. I'll never be able to. I can't control where my branches bend, and my leaves can only rustle and whisper in the wind.

BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 25, 1849 🇮🇪 HORRIBLE- A CHILD PARTIALLY EATEN BY PIGS- On Monday an inquest was held by T. Izod, Esq., coroner, in the churchyard of Clonamery, near Innistioge, on the body of a child four months old, belonging to a farmer named Richard Mylott, of Coolnamuck, which met its death on Thursday evening, under the following circumstances. It appeared in evidence that Mrs. Mylott put the child to sleep in a cradle in the kitchen, and leaving to mind it another child aged nine years, went out to assist her husband who was engaged in trenching potatoes. In a few minutes she heard the eldest child scream in great alarm, and on running to the house she found that two pigs had got into the kitchen, taken the infant out of the cradle, and were then dragging its body each from the other, and tearing it with the utmost ferocity, the voracious brutes being stained up to the eyes with blood. Life was not at the time quite extinct, but the unfortunate infant was soon after released from its sufferings.-- Kilkenny Moderator. 🇮🇪 BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 25, 1849

BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 18, 1849 🇮🇪 DEATH BY DROWNING- Last week Patrick Fitzgerald, a private of the 39th Regiment, while bathing in the Moy, near Foxford, where a detachment of that regiment is stationed at present, was seized with cramps and was drowned before some of his comrades, who were looking on, could render him any assistance. 🇮🇪 BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 18, 1849

Thank You You know, I’ve really grown attached to you. All this time I’ve spent with you has really made me feel a special connection to you. I mean, that doesn’t surprise you now, does it? You gave me shelter, fed me, and you’ve always been there for me. I honestly do not know how I could ever truly express my gratitude towards you. You’ve been so good to me, and I hope you know that I could not be any more grateful. I just wanted you to know that tonight, I’ll be bearing my - no, our - children, all 15,000 of them. They’ll be a reminder of the special connection we’ve shared these past few weeks; I just hope that you, or maybe your friends or family, will share the same connection with our children. From the bottom of my heart, thank you very much for being such a good host.

My family Story by Pansyk I died eight years ago. It wasn’t particularly tragic. Or unusual. Just a car accident. I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wife was in labor, and there was black ice on the road. He lost control of the car and I lost my life. It's not his fault. I know that. I’m not cruel. I am not vengeful. If anything, I’m the opposite.. ↓Keep reading ↓ 31ST OCT 2020 u/Pansyk I don’t blame the man who hit me. He was speeding because his wi҉fé was in labour, and lost control of the car and I lost my lįfe. It's not his fault. I am not vengeful. I’m the opposite. You see, I don’t have any family left and I had lost my few friends around that time. When it was time for my funeral, the only people who came was my boss and the family of the man who kılled me. The wi҉fé held her newborn daughter Lily close to her. I hated my boss, and the cemetery was awfully lonely, so I followed the family home. Lily may as well have been my own flesh and bľood. She was sweet, and bright, and oh so very small. She had trouble sleeping if someone wasn’t rocking her crib and her parents were so tired. After they put her to bed, it was easy for me to rock her crib for her. I didn’t get tired. I could help her. As the years passed, Jack and Lori realised that they weren’t alone in the house. It didn’t take long from there to make a connection between my funeral and when I had showed up. And I’d never been malevolent, so they weren’t afraid or angry. They started to burn candles on the anniversary of my dEath day. They left an empty chair for meals and holidays. I really felt like… A member of the family. Someone is trying to force the door. Its Lori’s ex. He’s obsessive. He’s angry. He’s going to hur͘t the family. My family. The thing about ghosts, is that the more offerings you get, the stronger you become. Id been enjoying candles, trinkets, and even the occasional food item for the past five years. I was strong from that. The kn1fe feels warm in my hand. A shock of heat against the ice of my skin. Lori, Jack, and Lily are my family. I care about them. And they’re not gonna join me yet.

🇮🇪 ---------- Two youths, Thomas Kelly, 17, and Laurence Curley, 16, in a spirit of play, started to throw potatoes at each other in a Galway potato field. The first named chanced to hit Curley on the back of the head, from the effects of which he died. Kelly, who was brought up at the Galway Assizes charged with his companion's death, was released by Judge Johnson after five minutes' detention. ---------- The Tuam Herald, Saturday, April 3, 1909 Tuam, Co Galway

BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 25, 1849 🇮🇪 AWFUL DEATH- A respectable farmer named Stapleton, who resided at Ballyanny, within a mile of this town, came by his death under the following melancholy circumstances:- On the afternoon of Saturday, while returning from Nenagh, he went to look at his cows which were grazing in a field convenient to his residence, whereupon his bull, whose ferocious nature was aroused by the annoyance of flies and intense heat of the day, rushed fiercely at the ill-fated man, knocking him down, gored his body in a frightful manner and killed him on the spot. When he had not arrived at home on Saturday evening, his wife and family became uneasy, an they caused messengers to go look for him to this town, thinking that he might have delayed with a friend. But they could find no tidings of him. On Sunday morning, as the deceased's wife was going to early mass, she observed the bull coming towards the house, and having blood on his horns, at which sight she was struck with horror. She then faced towards the field, where she found her husband's mutilated body, which was deeply pierced in several parts by the savage animal's horns. On Monday the unfortunate man's remains were followed to their final resting place by an immense number of friends and neighbours.--Nenagh Guardian. 🇮🇪 BALLINA CHRONICLE Wednesday, July 25, 1849

A White Lie I'm the last one here. Those things have killed everyone else. Those things with the huge wings, with the beady eyes, with the sharp claws....every time I close my eyes see my coworkers being ripped apart. A few of us made it to the building here, but even here we aren't safe. I watched them get picked off one by one, screaming as they fought against death. I tried to stop it I swear I did I tried... Now I'm running through the building to the main power center. With no one else to ask, I'm tasked with pressing one of these buttons. Either will press the red button, or the green button. Supposedly, one button will turn the power doors back on, protecting us from whatever that shrieking, hungry, and angry...thing is outside. That's the red button. The other button is green and opens the opposite side power door, and I can only imagine what might be out there. Why had I agreed to come and research in this lab? I think as I run, hearing the screeches behind me. Oh .... Why did I lie on my application? Why didn't I admit I was color blind?

I was starving and lost in the woods until I found a hiker; I'm full now but I just wished she hadn���t screamed so loud.

Not only have we implanted a lifetime of human memories into this rat but we can now monitor what it's thinking. It appears to think it's reading the second line of a two sentence story on-line right now..

r/shortscarystories 23 hr. ago captain-howdy2323 Unknown Stranger Oh my! I can hear him moving around down stairs. Can I remember if I heard him come inside? Idk. I must have because I've armed myself. I cower away in this closet. But I can't remember any of that. I must be in shock. Oh my heart is racing. I hear him coming up the stairs. It won't be long until he finds me. I can already see what everyone will be saying. "Man found in house", "The bloodbath". He's right outside the room. I'm breathing so heavily. I'm sure he can hear me. Please, stop shaking. Please, nerves calm down. He's opening the door. This is it. Finally. I've been waiting in his closet for hours.

i am lucky 𖦁　 ˚ 　　　. ✧　　 　˚ 　　 . ✧　　 　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　　˚ 　. ᰔ luck is always by my side ᰔ i am the luckiest girl right now ᰔ luck never lets me down ᰔ it always turns out good ᰔ everything i want is mine ᰔ miracles happen to me daily ᰔ things always work out for me ᰔ i am always just so lucky 　　 ˚ . ✧　　 ˚

___ ___ ___ ___ (-|-)|_ _ (-| \ _ |_ | _ (-|-)_ '| (-| \ _ _ _| | |(/_ _|_/(_)|_||_)|(/_ _| (_||| _|_/(_)(_| ( ( ( ( ,_| - by Shel Silverstein {\______________/} Would you like to buy a dog ( ) with a tail at either end? /||~~~~~~~~~~||\ He is quite the strangest dog |_\\_ _//_| there is in town. "' ""' '"" '" Though he's not too good at knowing just exactly where he's going, He is very, very good at sitting down. He doesn't have a place to put a collar, And I'll admit it's rather __,,__ hard to lead him, .' `. And he cannot hear you call / )----( \ For he has no ears at all, {\/__||_ _||__\/} But it doesn't cost a ~ """''""" ~ single cent to feed him. ( He cannot bite, 8 he'll never bark or growl, 8 ) Just scratch him on his tails, ( 8 he'll find it pleasing. 8 , 8 But you'll have to take him out .=_`-. for twice as many walks, (_-__;_) And I'll bet that you can "'"'"'""""''"' quickly guess the reason.

ᴶᵃᶜᵏ ᴬ ᴬᵇᵇᵒᵗᵗ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ²⁴ ᴬᵘᵍ ¹⁹⁵⁹ ⱽⁱʳᵍⁱⁿⁱᵃ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ¹³ ᴼᶜᵗ ¹⁹⁶² ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ³⁾ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵈʳᵒʷⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵗʰᵗᵘᵇ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵃˡ ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᔆᵃⁿ ᴹᵃᵗᵉᵒ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᶜᵃˡⁱᶠᵒʳⁿⁱᵃ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴴᵒˡʸ ᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᶜᵃᵗʰᵒˡⁱᶜ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᶜᵒˡᵐᵃ⸴ ᔆᵃⁿ ᴹᵃᵗᵉᵒ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᶜᵃˡⁱᶠᵒʳⁿⁱᵃ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ

🇮🇪 MAN CUT IN TWO ON RAILWAY Stephen Folan, who belonged to the Naval Reserve, was found terribly mangled on Sunday morning on the railway line between Craughwell and Athenry. He was returning from a course of naval training at Kinsale, and had £20 in his possession. It is surmised that he left the train at Craughwell, the next station to Athenry, and finding that it had departed on his return, he proceeded to walk along the permanent way to Athenry with a view to catching the Galway train. Apparently he was overtaken by a subsequent train and killed. The Tuam Herald, Saturday, April 3, 1909 Tuam, Co Galway 🇮🇪

The phrase “comfort character” is part of that pop culture landscape. What is a “comfort character”? Everything You Need to Know about Comfort Characters By: Author Marcel Iseli Posted on Last updated: April 18, 2023 What is a “comfort character”? A comfort character is a character in a fictional world, such as a TV show, movie, game, book, or comic, that a person strongly identifies with and takes comfort from. They may use thoughts of the comfort character to help them through hard times. The person will simply feel drawn toward the character. Even if you have never encountered the term before, you probably know this feeling of really liking or identifying with a character. When the person feels down, they could watch, read or play whatever this character appears in and then feel better after spending some time with the character. Strong identification with a character is another way a person may choose a comfort character. For example, maybe there is a main character in a movie who has a story arc that show them becoming a more confident person. Someone who identified with this comfort character might struggle with their confidence as well. When they were in situations where they lacked confidence, they could think about how this character handled similar situations. The concept of comfort characters is very popular in online fandom. “Fandom” refers to any community that arises around a piece of media, whether that’s a game, a popular show, a book, a comic or a movie. It’s a little bit different from simply being a fan of something. People involved in a fandom often belong to internet communities that talk about these characters a lot. They might attend meetups or conventions based around this fandom and dress up like the character. It’s also very common for them to create their own art around the stories that they love. For example, they might draw pictures of the character in various situations, or they might write new stories about adventures that the characters have beyond the scope of the original tale that they came from. In fact, you might find some accounts entirely devoted to comfort characters, sometimes called “stan accounts.” “Stan” is slang that refers to being a big fan of something or someone. How comfort characters help People report comfort characters helping them in very real ways in their lives. If they struggle with anxiety and panic attacks, thinking about their comfort character can often help stave off these feelings. There has been some research that shows that these characters can have a positive effect on fans, encouraging them to act in ways that are more beneficial for them. For most people, comfort characters are fun, beneficial ways to better enjoy the stories they love.

Like this is you have a bf/gf/crush <3 February 12th, 2014, 2:44 AM

“Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.” —Alice in Wonderland.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ _♥__♥_____♥__♥___ Put This _♥_____♥_♥_____♥__ Heart _♥______♥______♥__ On Your __♥_____/______♥__ Page If ___♥____\_____♥___ You Had ____♥___/___♥_____ Your Heart ______♥_\_♥_______ Broken ________♥_________…………….

Things to Remember thespacegoat: • Accidentally close a tab? Ctrl+Shift+T reopens it. • Bananas release dopamine, eat them when you’re sad. • CTRL+SHIFT+ESC is the one handed version of CTRL+ALT+DEL • Don’t brush your teeth hard, it makes them sensitive and removes enamel. • Don’t like spiders? Put citronella oil on your walls and they will not go there. • Drink one glass of water for every alcoholic drink you have, you’ll get drunk without getting a hangover. • Get clear ice cubes by boiling water before freezing it • Heal paper cuts and immediately stop the pain with chapstick. • If you accidentally write on your dry erase board with a permanent marker, scribble over it with a dry eraser marker to remove it. • If your shoes smell, put them in the freezer overnight, it will kıll the bacteria. • Make bug bites stop itching with a banana peel. • Make a paper longer with 12-point text, but 14-point periods and commas. • Need to get around a blocked website at work? Try replacing the http:// with https:// • Never send your resume as a word file (unless asked) Instead, print it to a pdf file, it’s much cleaner and professional looking. • Pick a flavour of gum you don’t normally chew, and chew it while studying during a test. • Place a piece of bread in a container with your homemade cookies and they will stay soft. • Put a dry towel into a dryer with wet clothes, they will dry faster. • Put toothpaste on a pimple and it will dry out. • Practise fake smiling in the mirror every day before going to work/school, you’ll genuinely start to feel happier. • Rub canola/olive oil on knives before cutting onions, you won’t cry, alternatively chew gum and you won’t either. • Short on time with a wrinkled dress shirt? Hang it up in the bathroom to steam it flat. • The night before, place things you don’t want to forget the next morning on top of your shoes. • Use hydrogen peroxide to remove bľood stains from clothing. • When cleaning windows use newspapers or coffee filters instead of paper towels, they will not leave streaks. • When microwaving bread products/pizza put a glass of water in with it, it will keep your bread for going spongy. • When you move into a new place you’re renting, take pictures of any and all damage, then post them on facebook (privately if preferred) so you can use the reference date as proof you didn’t do it. • When searching plane tickets online delete your cookies prior, prices go up when you visit a site multiple times.

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life hacks If you want to download a Youtube video, just add "ss" to the URL between www. and Youtube. Posted on Jul 10, 2013

𝒶𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 ♡ ੈ i am loved i am beautiful i am worthy i am kind to myself i trust myself

The Portraits (a.k.a. The Cabin in the Woods) Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / April 20, 2009 / 1 minute of reading There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage... April 20, 2009 / Famous Creepypasta, Locations and Sites, Nature and the Outdoors / anonymously authored, cabins, camping, creepypasta classics, forests, hunters, mysteries, sites, twist endings, woods / 1 minute of reading Estimated reading time — < 1 minute There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell in to a restless sleep. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had not portraits, only windows.

r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago sp00kyscary They're just so darn cute I love being a 2nd grade teacher. The kids in my class are so cute and innocent. They're at the perfect age. I used to teach sixth grade, but I quickly realised how that it was a mistake, whence cliques form, the bullying flourishes, and kids learnt how to be terrible to each other. By then, they're corrupted by bad role models, no respect for authority and no desire to learn. No; 2nd grade children are far better! The parents are still making an attempt to shield them from the harshness of the world. They look at me with wide eyes, eager to learn, taking in all I share with them. My favourite day, is Valentine's Day. They make little paper packets they place on their desks to be filled with cards and/or candy. This year, I baked some delicious cookies at home and I arrived early to deliver one to each student. I’m so excited to see the reactions. I smile all morning. I smile as the kids arrive, dressed in red and pink. I smile as they happily tear into their construction paper holders to see what's inside. I smile as they give me an adorable thank-you once they see the cookies I've made them. I smile as they bite into them. And I smile as they one by one fall to the ground, shaking and turning blue. After all, they're at such a cute age. It would be a shame to let them grow up.

𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑖'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ♡ ˚₊‧⁺

𝑡𝑖𝑝 🎀 ෆ self love is respecting yourself ෆ self love is setting boundaries ෆ self love is not skipping meals ෆ self love is standing firm on your beliefs ෆ self love is being kind to yourself ෆ self love is listening to what your body needs ෆ self love is prioritizing your mental health ෆ self love is embracing your physical “flaws” because it’s a part of you and makes you who you are ෆ self love is leaving people and situations that drain you ෆ self love is saying “no” to situations you’re not comfortable with even if it hurts someone else’s feelings

r/shortscarystories 9 yr. ago manen_lyset My sister ruined my sweet 16 My sister ruined my sweet 16 It was supposed to be my special day. Everything was going to be perfect. I'd even gotten a custom made dress for the occasion. Everything was going off without a hitch, but then, my sister ruined my life. It started during the father-daughter dance. There we were, gliding across the ballroom. All eyes on me, as my beautiful gown fluttered at my feet. Suddenly, my sister started convulsing in spasm’s. Whilst everybody tried to figure out what had made the noise, the attention hog tore a hole in the side of my dress with her bare teeth. My party guests were on-edge, all because of her! She couldn't even let me have ONE single birthday to myself. She then started foaming at the mouth mumbling incoherently. By then, my friends were running scared. They shrieked in horror, the party was officially ruined, her head dropped, she went quiet and turned blue. I'm going in for surgery tomorrow to have her remains removed from my side… I've been carrying around her useless conjoint self 16 years too long..

‘Crying isn’t going to help’ by HonestRage I'm a murder the one who killed my wife. He's just blubbering, perhaps a way of pleading, for his life... Perhaps if he spoke to me to reason, it might've ended differently. Perhaps I might've spared instead of murder if he only could talk out of it. But that was obviously not going to happen. After all, he was only just born moments ago.

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I hate when websites ask "are you human?" ... no, I'm a vacuum. August 7th, 2012, 6:14 AM

𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 ꔫ ·˚⊹ ♡ i'm always calm, grounded and relaxed ♡ all my clothes are soft, comfortable and have my desired scent ♡ my clothes always smell like baby powder and vanilla and have a very mild, comfortable scent ♡ wool and clothing tags don't bother me ♡ i have plenty of time to rest and enjoy my own company, and engage in my special interests ♡ it's easy for me to find pretty clothes that fit my sensory needs ♡ i have access to accommodations, like noise cancelling headphones, which are incredibly helpful, and cute stim toys, like mildly scented squishies ♡ i'm always warm, cozy and comfortable ♡ i have a formal diagnosis and can afford therapy ♡ i love my therapist, she's extremely helpful ♡ people around me are incredibly understanding and perform acts of service in order to make things more accessible to me ♡ i'm safe and cared for ♡ everyone i meet is extremely understanding and open to learn more about autism ♡ it's easy for me to make friends ♡ i'm immune to sensory overload, shutdowns, meltdowns and autistic burnout ♡ i love being who i am ♡ it's easy for me to learn new things ♡ i easily have access to my safe items and safe foods ♡ my life is soft and cozy, like being in the stardew valley and animal crossing universe

𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙩! ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡!. 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙡𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙖 “𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 !” 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮! 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘿𝙊 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛! 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙉𝙊𝘽𝙊𝘿𝙔 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛! 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡? 𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝘽𝙞𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙞-𝘽𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙞-𝘽𝙤𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚! 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙝ar𝙙𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝘽𝙞𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙞-𝘽𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙞-𝘽𝙤𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚!!! 𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰!, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Giggles Chuck climbed out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom, refusing to turn on the bedside lamp in case he disturbed his wife whom was låyīng beside him. Finishing his busıness, he made his way to the sink, and just as he began to run the water, thought he heard a faint laughter coming from the bedroom. “Honey? Was that you?” He listened carefully, but there was no reply from that dark doorway. Chuck turned back to the sink and continued to wash his hands, certain that it was just his half-asleep brain playing tricks. However, moments later, he once again thought he could hear a faint laughter from the bedroom. He turned off the water, and began to make his way back into the bedroom. The light was off, and in the bed, he could make out the shape of his wife låyīng there. “Honey? Were you laughing?” Chuck flicked on the bedside lamp, and in an instant was looking into the unblinking đeađ eyes of his wife, her mouth sliced from ear-to-ear in a grotesque mockery of a smıle. Chuck felt his heart freeze, before relief washed over him. “Oh, it WAS you!” he exclaimed with a smıle as he peeled back the ̛ bed sheets, stıll stiff from the long dried błoođ, and climbed back into ̛ bed, kissing his wife’s cold cheek before turning out the light. “For a moment there, I thought I was going cRaZy.”

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𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝟐𝟏𝟑𝟏𝟒𝟒𝟑𝟐𝟑𝟒𝟐𝟓: 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

r/shortscarystories 5 days ago DottedWriter My Former Highschool Bully Apologized To Me Today I stared at her as she sobbed on her knees "Alice, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for everything! I'm sorry for every horrible thing I've done to you!" Sophia said as she wept in front of me. I just stared at her as she continued to sob over all of the things she had done to me. She would directly insult or make demeaning JOKeS about me, spread n͟asty rumours about me, manipulate my friends against me, şteal a guy I had a crush on, make horrible posts about me on social media, and even manipulate some guys into doing things like jum͜ping̨ me. She did everything if it meant I suffered in the end. I tried to tell my teachers about this, but they just turned a deaf ear, and I didn’t even bother talking to my parents about it, they were more focussed on their jobs than me. And even then, if Sophia found out I snitched, that would result in an extra beating from her and her cronies. She was behind all of my sufferıng, enjoyed the despair on my face, she enjoyed how much ab*se she inflected on me. So you could only imagine my surprise when she approached me one day and started to apologise tearfully to me As she continued to cry, my eyes started to spark with anger, anger that I had suppressed inside me for the past 5 years after highschool . I had no one to turn to for support, absolutely no one. And she dared to spew her little crocodile tears right in front of me. I had enough of it. I floated around my grave until I was behind her, I stared at her for a long minute, before I plunged my hand into her chest. She tensed up, and some of her bľood splattered onto my grave. I dug through her organs before I found what I was looking for. Her heart. It was still beating as she collapsed to the ground, her hands clutching at the wound at a desperate attempt to cover the bleeding. She coughed out błoođ, and wheezed as she continue to bleed out. I stared at how pathetic and pitiful she looked now. I stared at her as a twisted, evil, and satisfied grin crept onto my face .

The Lights When I was young, I used to sleep in my mother's bed a lot due to the nightmares I frequently had as a kid. I could always find peace under the covers of my mom's bed but I now realize the actual comfort had come from the lights. Though still foggy in my memory, there had always been a pair of two lights somewhere near the ceiling of my moms room; I never thought much of them, at least nothing bad of course, they were comforting, soothing, warm. I began depending on these lights, so much that when there didn't show (only on rare occasions), I couldn't help feeling distraught and never got a good sleep. I never investigated the lights, perhaps if I had I wouldn't be in the situation I am now. Eventually I got older and gradually stopped sleeping in my mom's room. The nightmares stopped and I had relatively forgotten about the lights, until last night. Stumbling to bed around midnight after a long night of studies, I couldn't wait to just hit the bed and sleep; I didn't get much, after all. Tormented by visions I hadn't had in a long time left me paralyzed and covered in sweat when I awoke. Somewhat relieved to be back to my world I was confronted with with a fond memory brought up through a familiar feeling. It took a few moments to notice the two solid lights and by now my eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness. Adrenaline surged through my body as I gripped the sides of my bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed something I hadn't through the foggy memories. They weren't lights; they were glowing red eyes. I began to wonder if this was another part of a nightmare, It had to be. Deep down I knew it wasn't, this was all too real. Through lost hope and fear for the unknown a grabbed the closest thing i could, a gift from my mother on my birthday a few years ago, a snow globe from our Denver ski trip. Playing baseball at school I developed a pretty efficient throwing arm. Launching it across the room with my pitching arm the eyes went dark followed by a thump on the floor in front of my bed. Turning on the lights left a pang of guilt in my stomach, why was that so easy. Seeing the creature for the first time up close and knowing it had been around here since I was a kid brought bile up my throat. Its limbs were half as thick than an average humans and where it's skin should have been was a substance unknown to me, dark and leathery but looked as though you could stick your hand right through it, recently punctured with shards of glass. What happened next led me to believe the theory I came up with, as soon as I turned on the lights, was true. This creature wasn't my enemy; nor was it just a neutral visitor. That's when it began, the trampling creaks on the stairs, windows smashing, and above all the worst part was the grotesque shrieks and howls. I knew what I had done tonight was the worst and probably last mistake of my life. Somewhere down the hall my sister screamed. The creature, the one I had killed, had been my protection.

Mothers Illness My mother had fallen ill. She had what my dad did, at least thats what it looked like Everyone cried. I asked if we could take her to the doctor, but we cant afford it My older sister took time off college to take care of her, but we knew how it would end Mother would die like father did Two months later she did After the funeral the cops started to snooping around They questioned me first; they wanted to know what l knew: They threatened me, saying I could be charged as an adult because I was almost seventeen. I cried and said I loved my parents They took my finger prints and let me go. My sister was next They never let her go. They said she poisoned my parents for the life insurance policy she took out on them. My three younger siblings and i couldnt believe it My sister never admitted to the crime, but everyone said she was guilty. That is what it looked like. • The hardest part of it all was getting my sisters figure prints on the poison. Faking her identity to take out the insurance policies was easy Soon Id be going to a new home, with new parents. Its time to start planning my next game.

WIFE "Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, seeing my wife sitting at the dinner table already. "Nice to see you." her voice shook, a plastic smile stuck on her face. "It was a long day at work. Hey, do you mind maybe checking out upstairs? I saw your clothes strewn around...' I shrug, and start to eat dinner. "Of course!" A fuller, bigger smile. She races upstairs, and I continue eating. escarysories It's been quite a while, does it really take that long to put away clothes? So I tiptoe upstairs, and hear panicked whispering. *9111 Yes okay, this man thinks I'm his wife and.. ohmygod he's coming! My address j.* "What's going on, honey?" She screams as I impale the knife into her chest.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 8 mo. ago homestarmy_recruiter "Turn back," I begged my friend as he drove, sirens wailing in the background. He seemed desperate not to, at first, but after I got one of his earplugs out, he agreed that their voices were too beautiful to ignore.

Skin Deep On Monday she looked beautiful, her skin silky smooth and sleek. Then on Tuesday she was saddened by the pimple on her cheek. Wednesday was a nightmare, the awful blemish grew and grew. On Thursday people stopped and stared; it seemed like everybody knew. Friday left her scrambling, finding cover-up that matched. And early Saturday morning…..it hatched.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐒! ♡︎ 𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆. 🎀 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒏𝒆: 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕. 🎀 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒘𝒐: 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆: 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 🎀 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ﾟ｡ in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ﾟ｡ in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ﾟ｡ in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ﾟ｡ in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ﾟ｡ in my healing era ☁️ ᡣ𐭩 ﾟ｡

𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐽𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 what are 3 things i want to accomplish this week? what are 3 ways i can improve from last week? what can i let go of this week? what drained my energy last week? how can i prevent that from happening this week? list 3 things i’m grateful for my affirmation for this week is?

January 15th, 2013, 1:58 PM I have a bad habit of laughing at inappropriate moments.

Repost this If you miss someone right now. July 27, 2015

The End “The End is nigh” “Agency Officials: Spend this time with your loved ones” “Citizens prepare for the Inevitable” The newspapers were all the same. His mother whisked him away from the news stand and into her arms, but not before he read the last headline. “The Invasion: What could We have done?” “Mommy, what’s happening?” he whispered. She pressed his warm, chubby hand to her wet cheek and let out a quiet sob. “The humans. They found us.”

To who ever is reading this; you’re lovely. Absolutely lovely. A perfect creation. You have so much potential and can achieve so much. Really, you are. So live your life the way it feel right, dream big dreams, and live passionately. Aug 19th, 2019

stop trying so hard for people who don't care Feb 18th, 2018

Losing Carrie Carrie’s parents were deep in mourning They had lost their daughter, without warning Her mom moaned and wailed in deep sorrow Her dad would call the funeral home tomorrow Her mom looked down and in her head She wondered, if Carrie could, what she would have said If she could speak to them now, reach into their hearts Tell them how they would cope, where could they start? Her father looked down also and in his head His mind was racing with a sense of dread See, if Carrie could talk what she really would have said Is, ‘Mom, please help me, he knows I’m not dead.’

Hidden by the Rustling Corn The shortcut through the Corn field tempts you as you’re walking home the clouds above keep the moon concealed As you enter the swaying corn, alone. - The corn grows tall and thick, my friend, the path you chose is muddy it grows in rows without scope or end and in the dark, you hurry - You don’t see the standing forms As you pass them on your way they stand still amongst the swaying corn which hides their pallor, and decay - hundreds gather in this field tonight though you see none at all yet still you look around in fright but the corn grows too thick, too tall - You tell yourself as you continue through “Its merely the rustling of the leaves,” But they see you, and they hear you, And they might not let you leave.

　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 . you are bigger than what is making you anxious 　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 .

　˚ 　　 . ✧　　 　　 ˚ 　　　 someone being patient with you is just so sweet and soft ♡ 　　 ˚ . ✧　　 ˚

𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ soft hearted, kind to myself, divine, glowing soul gentle, loving aura, dreaming big 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒

・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・ i hope this year brings us lots of love, blessings and good people 🧁 ⟡ ﾟ｡

~ωнєη ѕσмєвσ∂у тєℓℓѕ уσυ ησтнιηg ιѕ ιмρσѕѕιвℓє, αѕк тσ ∂яιввℓє α ƒσσтвαℓℓ. ~тнє ¢нι¢кєη ¢αмє ƒιяѕт - gσ∂ ωσυℓ∂ ℓσσк ѕιℓℓу ѕιттιηg ση αη єgg. ~вєƒσяє уσυ ¢яιтι¢ιzє ѕσмєσηє, уσυ ѕнσυℓ∂ ωαℓк α мιℓє ιη тнєιя ѕнσєѕ. тнαт ωαу, ωнєη уσυ ¢яιтι¢ιzє тнєм, уσυ'яє α мιℓє αωαу, αη∂ уσυ нανє тнєιя ѕнσєѕ. ~нσω ∂σ тнє αηgєℓѕ gєт тσ ѕℓєєρ ωнєη тнє ∂єνιℓ ℓєανєѕ тнє ρσя¢н ℓιgнт ση؟ ~∂υ¢т тαρє ιѕ ℓιкє тнє ƒσя¢є. ιт нαѕ α ℓιgнт ѕι∂є, α ∂αяк ѕι∂є, αη∂ ιт нσℓ∂ѕ тнє υηινєяѕє тσgєтнєя. ~α ѕιgηαтυяє αℓωαуѕ яєνєαℓѕ α мαη'ѕ ¢нαяα¢тєя - αη∂ ѕσмєтιмєѕ єνєη нιѕ ηαмє. נ~υѕт вє¢αυѕє уσυ'яє ησт ραяαησι∂ ∂σєѕη'т мєαη тнєу'яє ησт συт тσ gєт уσυ... ~ωнσ ѕαуѕ ησтнιηg ιѕ ιмρσѕѕιвℓє. ι'νє вєєη ∂σιηg ησтнιηg ƒσя уєαяѕ. ~ιƒ уσυ ¢αη'т ¢σηνιη¢є тнєм, ¢σηƒυѕє тнєм. ~ιƒ αт ƒιяѕт уσυ ∂ση'т ѕυ¢¢єє∂, ∂єѕтяσу αℓℓ єνι∂єη¢є тнαт уσυ тяιє∂. ~ιƒ уσυ ωιѕн тσ мαкє α мαη уσυя єηєму, тєℓℓ нιм ѕιмρℓу, "уσυ αяє ωяσηg." тнιѕ мєтнσ∂ ωσякѕ єνєяу тιмє. ~ωнєηєνєя ι ѕєє αη σℓ∂ ℓα∂у ѕℓιρ αη∂ ƒαℓℓ ση α ωєт ѕι∂єωαℓк, му ƒιяѕт ιηѕтιη¢т ιѕ тσ ℓαυgн. вυт тнєη ι тнιηк, ωнαт ιƒ ι ωαѕ αη αηт, αη∂ ѕнє ƒєℓℓ ση мє. тнєη ιт ωσυℓ∂η'т ѕєєм qυιтє ѕσ ƒυηηу. (тнαт σηє'ѕ α ℓιттℓє нαяѕн.)

~ωнєη ѕσмєвσ∂у тєℓℓѕ уσυ ησтнιηg ιѕ ιмρσѕѕιвℓє, αѕк тσ ∂яιввℓє α ƒσσтвαℓℓ. ~тнє ¢нι¢кєη ¢αмє ƒιяѕт - gσ∂ ωσυℓ∂ ℓσσк ѕιℓℓу ѕιттιηg ση αη єgg. ~вєƒσяє уσυ ¢яιтι¢ιzє ѕσмєσηє, уσυ ѕнσυℓ∂ ωαℓк α мιℓє ιη тнєιя ѕнσєѕ. тнαт ωαу, ωнєη уσυ ¢яιтι¢ιzє тнєм, уσυ'яє α мιℓє αωαу, αη∂ уσυ нανє тнєιя ѕнσєѕ. ~нσω ∂σ тнє αηgєℓѕ gєт тσ ѕℓєєρ ωнєη тнє ∂єνιℓ ℓєανєѕ тнє ρσя¢н ℓιgнт ση؟ ~∂υ¢т тαρє ιѕ ℓιкє тнє ƒσя¢є. ιт нαѕ α ℓιgнт ѕι∂є, α ∂αяк ѕι∂є, αη∂ ιт нσℓ∂ѕ тнє υηινєяѕє тσgєтнєя. ~α ѕιgηαтυяє αℓωαуѕ яєνєαℓѕ α мαη'ѕ ¢нαяα¢тєя - αη∂ ѕσмєтιмєѕ єνєη нιѕ ηαмє. נ~υѕт вє¢αυѕє уσυ'яє ησт ραяαησι∂ ∂σєѕη'т мєαη тнєу'яє ησт συт тσ gєт уσυ...(мєgнαη) ~ωнσ ѕαуѕ ησтнιηg ιѕ ιмρσѕѕιвℓє. ι'νє вєєη ∂σιηg ησтнιηg ƒσя уєαяѕ. (мєgнαη) ~ιƒ уσυ ¢αη'т ¢σηνιη¢є тнєм, ¢σηƒυѕє тнєм.

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prospectkiss Sleepy intimacy is one of my favorite things, and I think the last point is why - it’s all about trust. Trusting someone enough to let your guard down. To lower your defenses. To be vulnerable. That kind of trust is not always given easily, which is what makes sleepy intimacy so heartwarming.

☘🍓\(💖〰💖💢)/💫🍮 💖💫(=⭐ᗜ⭐=)💫💖 (🎀ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ🎀) ♡☆\(꩜▪︎꩜)/☆♡💢🌽 (✿ > w <)♦️💛🍭₍^ =°ヮ°=^₎🎀🌈 ( 🍓O 〰 O🍓 )🌽🍭( •ω• 🎀)🍱 ($ᯅ $ )/ 💸ᵇᶦˡˡᶦᵒⁿ ᵈᵒˡˡᵃʳ ᵇᵃᵇʸ 🌈💫(∗Xω X∗)🥤♣️ ₊‧꒰ა(♡ ❛ ᵕ ❛♡ )໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 🫧ᵇᵘᵇᵇˡᵉ ᶠᵃᶦʳʸ 🫧 ( ♥️O♥️☘)ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵇᵒᵒ🍔🌈🌳 (✮U✮)⭐💫🎀ℜ𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯★🎸🎧 (⑅・◦・⑅)🎀 kitty♡kitty♡ 🐱🎨(🍥◕u◕🍥)🎨🐱 (⋆𖦹.𖦹⋆)🌽 (🌸=`ω´=🌸) ｡*:☆(・ω・)｡:゜☆｡🍥 (๑ ᵔ﹃ ᵔ ๑)🍔♥️☘🍅🌈ଘ( ゝ。∂)_/ﾟ･:*:･｡☆ 🍮(◕﹃◕✿)🍮(ˊ〇ˋ*)•◦❥◦••◦❥◦•🌸⭐🌸 ⭐️🍎 ۪ ⊹ ֗ Ｍａｄｅ Ｂｙ Ｍｅ ۪ ⊹ ֗ ⭐️🍎

˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 ˚ 　　　 .　　 　　˚ 　　　 .　　 ˚ 　　　 Self Affirmations ୭ৎ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ⭒ 𓍯𓂃 ᰔ i am so pretty and i love myself so much ᰔ i love my body and all it does for me ᰔ i feel confident and at peace with myself ᰔ i am so full of love because i am love ᰔ i will not stress over things i cannot control ᰔ i am a cutie living in my own silly world ᰔ i radiate confidence and positive energy ᰔ i attract so so many good things ᰔ i have kind and positive people in my life ᰔ my aura is pure, sweet and so pretty 　 　 ˚ . ✧　　 ˚

˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 ˚ 　　　 .　　 　　˚ 　　　 .　　 ˚ ᜊ i choose to stop apologising for being me ᜊ i radiate confidence, balance and inner harmony ᜊ i am so pretty and i love myself ᜊ i love my body and all it does for me ᜊ i am worthy of love and good things ᜊ i attract wonderful people into my life ᜊ i do not compare myself to other people ᜊ i feel beautiful and confident with my body ᜊ i will stop worrying about everything ᜊ i am becoming more at-ease with myself ᜊ i will take things on with a gentle approach ˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 ˚ 　　　 .　　 　　˚ 　　　 .　　 ˚

┊┊┊┊ ♡┊┊┊ ┊♡┊ ₊ ⊹♡︎ ♡₊ ⊹ i am so full of love and i have so much to give

🍁🌙✧˖°. ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ｡˚๋࣭ ⭑🍪🎑 🍂☕⋆｡˚⋆⭒˚.⋆ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ🍂🌰 ⋆.🎻࿔*:🍂･⋆ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ, ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ, ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ🍂🤎 🥧🪐✩ᴏʜ 끝인 거니 네 맘 속에⋆｡˚๋࣭ ⭑🍪🌇 ･ ｡ 🍂∴｡　* 　･ﾟ*｡🍂･ 　　･ *ﾟ｡　　 * 　 ･ ﾟ｡･ﾟ🍃｡ 　🌰･｡°.아파 아파 *　　ﾟ｡·･｡ ﾟ 　　　ﾟ *.｡🍁｡🍂　･ 　　* 🍃 ｡･ﾟ*.｡아파 아파 　　　 *　🌰 •.🍁.•Ｉｔ Ｈｕｒｔｓ ２０１０•.🍁.•

chthonic-pain if you work at an inaccessible venue and a dısabled person calls up to ask if there is wheelchair access, you are doing them a favour and being a good ally by saying the truth and warning that person about inaccessibility. if you want to help dısabled people, you need to make an effort not to put obstacles in our way, and that means informing us of access issues so that we can plan around them and avoid getting stuck or hurt̸. if you lie about or try to minimise access issues, you are instead putting us in danger. we will learn about the inaccessibility one way or another: either by you telling us, or by going there and finding out for ourselves when we hit a roadblock. don't let it be the second one.. Mar 28th, 2024

ㅤㅤ ꒰͜͡ ୭ ͜͡꒱ 🍥ིྀ ݁ 𝑰'm 𝑻oo 𝑺picy~

ＵＮＰＯＰＵＬＡＲ ＯＰＩＮＩＯＮ 1: 𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 “𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭” 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴3𝘹𝘶𝘢1 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭.

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ 　˚　　🌸🍰⁺　✧　　₊　˚　　🌸🍰⁺　✧　　₊ ᎮᏗᏕᏖᏋᏝ ᎶᎥᏒᏝᏕ 常時服　/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ 🍥　 　˚　　🌸🍰⁺　✧　　₊　˚　　🌸🍰⁺　✧　　₊ ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

disabilityreminders You’re allowed to use accommodations even if you could technically get by without them. Use the accommodations if you can. You don’t need to be at the highest level of suffering to be valid in using them. If they improve your quality of life or paın level or anything at all like that, then they’re worth using and you deserve to use them. Jan 18th, 2024

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 + make a wishlist so you’ll be prepared when it’s your birthday/Christmas + do five or more journal prompts + start a new hobby or make a list of new hobbies you’d like to try + write a letter to your future self or film a video for your future self + digital redecorating: change the theme/layout of your devices + reread a book you haven’t read in 3 or more years + watch a show or film in a genre you don’t usually watch + go on YouTube and make a playlist of your favorite self improvement/advice videos to watch when you’re down or need a push + learn a favorite song on an instrument + paint or draw the view outside your bedroom window + make a Pinterest board that perfectly captures the vibe(s) you wish to embody + organize your desk + go on a walk when the sun sets + watch a YouTuber you used to love + plan your ideal trip! it’s super fun to dream up possible vacations!! + look for a new podcast to listen to 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✧

‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * i love kind, genuine girls who support other girls and don’t try bringing them down ! ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ *

. ✧ 　 ˚　 . i will face whatever comes today with a positive attitude ♡ 　　˚ 　 . ✧　　 .

‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * it has gotten better before and it will again ☆ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ * ⋆. ౨ৎ ‧ ﾟ｡⋆ *

ᴱᵈⁱᵗʰ ᴹᵃʸ ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏᵇᵘʳⁿᵉ ᴮᴵᴿᵀᴴ ᶠᵉᵇ ¹⁹¹⁵ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴ ᴶᵘⁿ ¹⁹¹⁵ ⁽ᵃᵍᵉᵈ ³–⁴ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰˢ⁾ ᴮᵁᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴳʳᵉᵉⁿʷᵒᵒᵈ ᶜᵉᵐᵉᵗᵉʳʸ ᴴᵃᵐⁱˡᵗᵒⁿ⸴ ᴹᵉʳᶜᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʸ⸴ ᴺᵉʷ ᴶᵉʳˢᵉʸ⸴ ᵁᔆᴬ ⁵ ᵐᵒ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃ ᶠˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵃⁱʳˢ ᴰᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᴬᵐᵒˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴸᵒᵘⁱˢᵉ ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏᵇᵘʳⁿᵉ

1 day ago u/Sticky_Cheetos He handed me a box and said, “If you press this button, you get $100,000, but it takes one year off of your lįfe.” I pressed it once, and everything went dark̵.

𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝑖 𝑎𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙.

THE CONNAUGHT JOURNAL Galway, Thursday, June 24, 1824 LONGEVITY.- Died, last Saturday, at the Countess's Bush, county Kilkenny, Mary Costello, aged 102. Her mother, Matilda Pickman, died precisely at the same age. Her grandmother's age is not exactly known, but it exceeded 123 years, and long before her death she had to be rocked in a cradle like an infant. Mary Costello's brother lived beyond 100 years; at the age of ninety he worked regularly, and could cut down half an acre of heavy grass in one day. http://www.irelandoldnews.com/Galway/1824/JUN.html

r/TwoSentenceHorror 26 days ago Prestigious_Salad_85 I screamed in excitement as I received an email stating that my application was accepted. The rest of my family cried out in despair knowing they weren’t selected to board the last ship leaving our dying planet behind.

r/TwoSentenceHorror 4 yr. ago mydadsnameisharold "Yes, the blood means you're a woman now." Too groggy to make sense of the pain between his legs, he managed to ask, "... what did you just do to me?"

https://www.verywellhealth.com/signs-a-cough-is-getting-better-7500660

https://www.verywellhealth.com/sore-throat-and-cough-7369467

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Practice Makes Perfect by reddit user whiteddit "You're not even trying. Again!" My calloused hands dance across the music. A finger slips and the tune groans. "Your father would be ashamed. Again!" My blurred vision falls from the yellowed sheet music to the keys. I miss another note. "Faster. Again!" I stumble once more as the tempo increases. She rises from the bench. "Absolutely worthless. You're done for today." I hang my head in shame. I know what's coming. The floorboards creak as Mother returns from the kitchen. I wince. It's hard enough to play with three fingers. It'll be even harder with two.

https://www.verywellhealth.com/post-nasal-drip-symptoms-causes-and-treatment-5323634#

https://www.goodrx.com/conditions/cough/when-to-see-doctor-for-cough

https://www.goodrx.com/conditions/cold-symptoms/when-to-see-doctor-for-sore-throat