Oh, Shenanigans

The Good, the Bad, and Everything in Between

ciarabella: Photo by jerikoegel, on Flickr

ciarabella:

Photo by jerikoegel, on Flickr

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Oh my god. A purple starfish.

Oh my god. A purple starfish.

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mego7263: hahaha

mego7263:

hahaha

Dear people that invented tampons and pads,

brookea:

Could you make those wrappers just a little bit louder or maybe add some fireworks? Because I’m sure there are still some people down the hall that didn’t know what I was doing.

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fuckyeahtattoos: This is my second and most recent tattoo that I got to represent my parents. I was lucky enough to be blessed with an amazing extremely close family and my mom and dad have been the biggest and most positive influences in my life. I essentially just asked my parents what they wanted to represent them in my tattoo. My mom loves elephants and has a collection of crystal elephants while my dad is an avid kite flyer. It was lucky that their two things worked so well together in a tattoo. www.tenthirteenfree.tumblr.com 

fuckyeahtattoos:

This is my second and most recent tattoo that I got to represent my parents. I was lucky enough to be blessed with an amazing extremely close family and my mom and dad have been the biggest and most positive influences in my life. I essentially just asked my parents what they wanted to represent them in my tattoo. My mom loves elephants and has a collection of crystal elephants while my dad is an avid kite flyer. It was lucky that their two things worked so well together in a tattoo.

www.tenthirteenfree.tumblr.com 

agoodfuckinglaugh:

chatterboxrose:

Omg this would be so much fun.

YES

COOL. NOW I KNOW

COOL. NOW I KNOW

Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we’re still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our parchment diplomas, our silver-plated cups; we monogram our linen, we carve our names on trees, we scrawl them on washroom walls. It’s all the same impulse. What do we get from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get? At the very least we want a witness. We can’t stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio winding down.
Margaret Atwood  (via her0inchic)

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toondeaf: spookymrsboo: In Victorian times, it was a common practice to photograph the dead, particularly at the end of the 19th century. Post-mortem photography was an inexpensive way for the lower classes to immortalize lost loved ones, especially children and infants. Childhood mortality rates were significantly high during the period, and post-mortem portraits were usually the only portraits a child would have. The corpses were usually posed into natural positions such as sitting in a chair or on a couch, and the eyes were opened to give the illusion of life. If the subject were an infant, the mother would often be photographed with the corpse, sometimes even holding the body in their arms. In some circumstances, the corpse’s eyes remained closed, and the corpse was lain in bed, as if they were in a deep sleep. Disturbing fact: One way to tell who is alive and who isn’t in these photographs is by looking at the blur. People who are blurry are alive because it is hard to sit perfectly still for 5+ minutes (camera’s then had quite a long exposure time), but the deceased’s image would come out perfectly clear. this is a fun and morbid game to play at an antique shop This is so creepy!

toondeaf:

spookymrsboo:

In Victorian times, it was a common practice to photograph the dead, particularly at the end of the 19th century. Post-mortem photography was an inexpensive way for the lower classes to immortalize lost loved ones, especially children and infants. Childhood mortality rates were significantly high during the period, and post-mortem portraits were usually the only portraits a child would have. The corpses were usually posed into natural positions such as sitting in a chair or on a couch, and the eyes were opened to give the illusion of life. If the subject were an infant, the mother would often be photographed with the corpse, sometimes even holding the body in their arms. In some circumstances, the corpse’s eyes remained closed, and the corpse was lain in bed, as if they were in a deep sleep.

Disturbing fact: One way to tell who is alive and who isn’t in these photographs is by looking at the blur. People who are blurry are alive because it is hard to sit perfectly still for 5+ minutes (camera’s then had quite a long exposure time), but the deceased’s image would come out perfectly clear.

this is a fun and morbid game to play at an antique shop

This is so creepy!

fuckyeahtattoos: These are three of my favorite quotes from Harry Potter that make up the Deathly Hallows symbol. I grew up with Harry Potter and it is such a big part of my life. The tattoo is on my lower back and is covering up my scar from back surgery.

fuckyeahtattoos:

These are three of my favorite quotes from Harry Potter that make up the Deathly Hallows symbol. I grew up with Harry Potter and it is such a big part of my life. The tattoo is on my lower back and is covering up my scar from back surgery.