Real or not real?
Katya, 21, Canada.
my blog is a crackpot of darkness, art,
music, movies, random funny shit, attractive girls,
body mods (when done tastefully and in moderation),
with a dab of pyschedelics and
a few shakes of electronica.
P.S. I post whatever I want,
hope you can handle that.
art is my disease,
art blog here.
Ask me anything
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(Source: neapykanta, via suicidalcravings)
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Socializing is as exhausting as giving blood. People assume we loners are misanthropes, just sitting thinking, ‘Oh, people are such a bunch of assholes,’ but it’s really not like that. We just have a smaller tolerance for what it takes to be with others. It means having to perform. I get so tired of communicating.
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i thought “haute” was pronounced “hawt” until like two days ago. depressing
wat me too, how is it pronounced
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(Source: f-r-e-a-k-0-u-t, via thund3rclit)
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sydneydiana:
get involvedwww.now.org
www.rawa.org
www.womenslaw.org
www.amnestyusa.org
www.globalissues.org
www.globalfundforwomen.organd the worst thing is hardly anyone even knows this.
(via zombieslutfromhell)
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Followed
Submitted by glamourisa
I’ve always said my house was haunted, or someone was here from the afterlife that had unfinished business because way too many unexplained things went on. I’ve always felt as of this “thing” followed me everywhere I went.
So, one night I was trying to fall asleep (I sleep with my night table light on) on my back because my neck was bothering me. As I started to doze off, everything in front of me went black, like a black cloudish thing was right in front of my face. I couldn’t hear anything but the loud noise of what sounded like a heartbeat. I could barely breathe and it felt like somebody was sitting on my chest. I couldn’t move and I was using all the strength I had to try to lift up my arm and I couldn’t. I was frantically looking around the room when I looked at my Taylor Swift poster on my door, her eyes were black and it looked like they were bleeding. I was trying to scream but all I was able to let out were whispers. After what seemed like forever, I finally jolted out of bed, as if whatever was sitting on my chest finally got off. I was totally freaked out and didn’t go back to sleep.
This happened at least once a month until I went away to college. In mid october of my freshman year, I was in the bottom bunk sleeping on my back again, when it happened. One of my roommates was still awake (being on the top bunk across from me) and she could see right into my bed. I lost my breath, I couldn’t move, and the room was getting dark again. I could see, hear, and breathe but I could not move or make noises louder than a slight whimper. My roommate above me apparently woke up and alerted my roommate that was across from me in her top bunk, and they were both just staring.
When it was done, I was heavily breathing and panting as if I had just been let go from being choked. I was crying as well. My roommate had her headphones in, yet she could still hear me and saw me in my bed as I, in her words, was shaking and whimpering with my eyes open. I was embarrassed because I didn’t really know them that well & I was in an unfamiliar place so I took some nyquil to make sure I slept through the rest of the night.
The next night. I was certain that whatever was following me, had followed me to college. There were two sets of bunk beds. Both directly across from the (3) closets. On the other side of our closets, there was another quad of girls that we knew. It was about midnight, and all of us had been sleeping when suddenly all four of us were immediately awoken by a huge bang coming from inside my closet. My one roommate who is an extremely heavy sleeper, jolted up along with my other two roommates. We were all scared and we knew it wasn’t the quad that lived behind our closets because they had all gone home for the weekend.
In the weeks following that incident, the doors closed on their own, my closet constantly slammed shut in the middle of the night, the windows would open by themselves, and the lights would flicker whenever we brought it up. There were also a lot of other things that happened, but we slept with the lights on ever since.
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(Source: cumdiewithme, via toxic--soul)
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