dulect:

“How do you tell people? How do you tell them that you’re exhausted even though you slept for 10 hours? How do you tell them that you need a break from talking and smiling and simply being near them? How do you tell them that although you love them, you so desperately need to be alone tonight?”

— Midnight thoughts (I’m burnt out)

lady-feral:

thepoorgroomsbrideisatrot:

animentality:

ginathethundergoddess:

trashcandean:

thecheshiresmiles:

everytime I hear about children of the corn I think about the guy I met at comic con who actually lived in the town they filmed that movie at, and on the farm where they filmed in the corn.
he was a teenager at the time and him and his friends would get drunk on moonshine and rustle the corn and let the air out of the tires of the production team’s trailers and shit.
and now there’s Wikipedia pages about how the children of the corn set was haunted and they thought they angered god but it was really just drunk hillbillies

I don’t like adding to posts but I also have a funny story like this, so I was watching the movie the Blair witch which takes place in burkettsville maryland, which to me is so funny because that is were my grandfather lives and the town is literally just old people and cows with their main street consisting of a post office. Well anyway he told me that after it came out people were coming in like bus loads to the town to find the witch and my grandfather lives up in the Mountain area and people were up in his property trying to find the witch and it made him angry so he went out and hung up stick people and stacked rocks and it freaked the people out so they started thinking something was out there when really it was my 80 year old Italian grandpa who wanted people out of his woods.

We had ghost hunters come to a historic house in my town to film and if you think every high school kid in town respectfully stayed at home that night instead of going to fuck up that filming you’re dead wrong.

this is comforting, actually, sometimes paranormal things are just a bunch of bored people dicking around in the woods.

New favorite cryptid: locals

In the towns around Camp Mackall, North Carolina there are tons of night time Bigfoot sightings. I don’t think it’s coincidence that SFAS happens at Camp Mackall and there are hundreds of special forces trainees with around a hundred pounds of shit on their backs stumbling into trees and holes and such during night time land navigation on any given night.

vegannerdgirl:

marycp2011:

naamahdarling:

gothicprep:

botesregias:

kinkshamer69:

not to sound too millennial here but it annoys me so much when I’m at a restaurant and someone I’m with will complain about the service being slow like buddy pal it’s fine it’s not that important

You didn’t waited 40 minutes for a dinner before haven’t you?

i have but i also have, like, real problems

I waited well over an hour for food once at IHOP, because it kept coming out inedible.

We finally asked what was going on, and it turns out that the ONLY cook had been working for 36 hours straight with only a short nap.

I ordered the easiest thing to make, tipped the waitress heavily, and sent her back to the cook with a $10 tip for them, too, AFTER watching the 24-hour restaurant close the doors so that they could send the cook home for some rest.

Yeah, I’ve waited 40 minutes for my dinner, and I didn’t ask for a discount, we tipped VERY well, and sent the cook our best wishes.

If something goes wrong with your restaurant experience, consider that there are real people back there, working under god knows what conditions.

“Millennials” are more human than their previous generations imo

“You didn’t waited 40 minutes for a dinner before haven’t you?”

“i have but i also have, like, real problems”

This has such a baby boomer vs. millennial energy and i think about this exchange everyday

pyroinquisitor:

This one’s for the writers who get ignored.

This one’s for the writers who get a maximum of two notes, both of them reblogs by you.

This one’s for the writers who feel like giving up. (Don’t.)

This one’s for the writers who didn’t get any messages on the 21st. (or any other time)

This one’s for the writers who don’t get tagged.

This one’s for the writers who don’t get recommended. 

This one’s for the writers who have the courage to keep going even when you get little to no feedback.

This one’s for the writers who don’t get curious anons.

This one’s for the writers who write amazing things and get hate because of it.

This one’s for the writers who are learning English as a second language.

This one’s for you.

So I found out we actually do have a jewish community here! I know we’re building a community center right now, and I keep looking at that building in awe. But I’ll probably never go because well- I went years without even knowing my family was Jewish because my dad left. It wasn’t until high school I started hearing more about my family and how my great aunt was smuggled out of Germany by her rabbi. I mean, I knew they immigrated in WW2, and because of the internet I found out my last name is a jewish one, but that was it. 

And maybe it’s just my experiences from the Mormon church, but I’m brown, I’ll always be an outsider. I’m not sure I want to open myself up for another rejection.