olivialovesleggings:

kerstin1864:

p0kemonpr1ncess:

g00d-vibes-g00d-times:

olivialovesleggings:

Close your eyes and listen

I wish this video was 6 hours long

this is literally my favorite video ive ever seen on tumblr

…it’s hypnotic…

ALSO- I’m glad this is my second most successful tumblr post. A little background about this video: I took it the day there was the nuclear missile threat while I was on Oahu. That morning, I thought it was my last day on earth and I was about to meet my impending death by nuclear missile. After the island was notified that the alert was actually false (mind you it also took them THIRTY-EIGHT minutes to tell us it was fake) my friends and I drove to Costco, bought a bunch of snacks and fruits, and spent the entire day at this beach. We didn’t talk much, as the concept of life and death was all across our minds. I swam in the water during the sunset, and had just gotten out to record the last light rays that remained. This video reminds me how precious life is and how I will always remember that feeling

Mason: *covers up the sinkhole, extends the cemetery, makes it public and free for everyone so nobody has to throw their dead loved ones in a bottomless hole anymore*
Me, the writer who decided she would do that: *cries*

moewji:

sixpenceee:

Glenna June Bellomy Anderson (1926 – 2008). When the cemetery sexton sold Glenna her stone, her request for the inscription on it was “I was… somebody.” He said the reason was that Glenna felt that many years after she died no one would probably remember her anyway. By having this inscription on her stone, people would see & remember it. Park Cemetery, Carthage, Missouri. (Source)

that hit me in a way

Someone riddle me this fucking nightmare that I had last night.

I dreamt so much again but this is the one that stuck in me. I mean stuck with me. That little slip was in no way an indication of what the nightmare was about lol.

So I got shot in my brain, and I don’t know if you guys have those dreams where something hurts and you can actually feel the pain even though you are 100% positive you never experienced that kind of pain before, but I do. Most times I’m pregnant and I feel a pregnancy pain and it’s just a pain I’ve never experienced in real life no matter from what, and also I have no way of knowing if actual pregnancy pain is like that.

But anyway, I got shot in my head, through my forehead, I can actually pinpoint the actual spot where and it fucking hurt. And I could get up and I was thinking, oh it must take a long time for me to bleed out, cause it didn’t explode my brain so it must be just bleeding out, cool. And I was I think in my high school but then I wasn’t there for the rest of my dream, and I was walking around and I was thinking how I should say goodbye to my family and friends but then I never died. And I could still feel this absolute terrible pain in my head and whenever I moved it got worse, and it made me wonder if it went straight through and somehow didn’t harm anything that was crucial to… living I guess, or if it got lodged inside my brain somehow, you hear of people like that, in real life, on movies, who have bullets stuck in their brains, right?

And so that was my fucking dream, just me wandering around with a bullet in my brain in a kind of pain I’ve never experienced before, wondering if I should say goodbye to my loved ones cause I’m gonna die or if I should look for a fucking doctor to take out the bullet lodged into my brain.

amuseoffyre:

morgauseoforkney:

nancybirch:

When I die I want to be buried with grave goods that make future archaeologists think I was of much higher status than I actually was so that my grave will be referred to as a princely burial and I’ll be remembered by some cool name like “The Colchester Barrow Princess” (I’ve decided that I will be buried in a highly visible barrow, possibly with a ship) and the National Trust will erect a small museum about me filled with entirely incorrect but cool sounding archaeological assumptions

Be buried literally holding a sword and axe and then sit back and watch the endless ‘powerful warrior queen v. just usual valuable grave goods indicating a high status individual’ debate from the afterlife.

I want a spring-loaded casket and non-degrading glitter. I will be remembered as “that *£^$% thing that killed Professor Hannover”