How much snow it takes to cancel school in the U.S

"Any snow"

*careens off a cliff*





Ouija boards are not a fucking game

I once did a ouija board with someone before at Mountainview cemetery in Vancouver trying to contact GHOSTS after we saw one (a ouija, not a ghost lol) at a Toys R Us. We had a case of newcastles and got right into the boozing and contacting. A bunch of korean war vet ghosts buried there immediately told us to fuck off and refused to continue with the ouija bullshit so the eyepiece just didnt move after that for several questions or so after, as if they were angrily ignoring us for disturbing them lol
After a little while, we got in contact with two other spirits that I found were specifically hovering around me. One was a female spirit with a bizarre wacky name who thought I was cute and the other was a little boy from the 19th century. We asked if the boy was buried in the cemetery. The boy said no. We asked where he was from. The little boy was from europe. Confused, we wondered if the boy was an immigrant from europe living in vancouver who died and was buried at the cemetery. No, the ouija stated. The boy never lived or visited Vancouver during his life. Where did this spirit come from and how did he find us? The spirit stated he had been following me specifically for years already. More confusion. This ghost was from Europe but has been in vancouver following me for a while already but never once been here?
I distinctly remember the chill that went up my spine when I suddenly remembered that in 2006 I went on a high school trip to Italy. I asked if hes from Italy. The ouija glides to “yes”Is that where you saw me?"yes"The wandering boy spirit saw me during my high school trip and decided to follow me ever since.We packed up the ouija board and left.

you got a cute lil italian ghosty boy following you around and keepin you outta trouble because e saw you and liked you you have been blessed with a nice ghostie that is amazing




this is bullshit

i hate this so much


Fuck you

I wish I could find a way to reach out to you but I can’t. It isn’t because I don’t like you anymore, or because you’ve started to annoy me. It’s not because your life has been tense and I don’t want to be a part of it. It’s definitely not because I don’t miss you. I do.

You know the expression people use about “digging yourself a hole” in a situation, when you keep talking and continue to feel stupid but can’t reign in your words? Imagine that I, as a person, have dug my own hole. Mine, however, is entirely in my mind.

When I start digging that hole, it can be incredibly hard to climb back out. The thoughts in my head tell me I’m worthless. They tell me I’m not worth talking to. They tell me that talking to you is going to be an anxiety-inducing experience where I will analyze every single word you say to see if you hate me or not, even though somewhere the sane part of me knows that you do not. They tell me we haven’t talked in awhile because you don’t like me anymore. They tell me I’m ugly. They tell me, sometimes, that life doesn’t feel worth it.

When I dig myself a hole, those moments when I go completely quiet for days, weeks, and months at a time, it’s because I need help. I can’t remember how to ask for it. I know I need help, but asking would be way too troublesome to anybody that’s around me. When I dig that hole in my mind and don’t seem to be coming out, what I need more than anything is for you to toss me a rope.

Ask me if there is anything you can help with. Ask me if I need to talk. If I am unresponsive to either of those questions, find a way to force me out of where I’m hiding from the world.

Tell me were going to a Zumba class. Ask me to go out for ice cream. Ask if there’s a movie I’ve been interested in. Chances are, there is.

Ask me to come to your house to watch a movie and tell me you’re coming to pick me up. Even if you end up coming to where I am and sitting with me unable to get me to leave, that sole interaction will help me more than you can ever understand. That kind of normalcy feels like motivation for me.

Keep doing it. Often. It will get exhausting. You do have your own life. I know that — but if you’re able to help me climb out of the hole far enough to get some footing, I promise I will try harder to be a better friend in the future.


Your friend who has depression.


BREAKING: Two White Construction Workers Who Witnessed Michael Brown Shooting Appear In Newly-Released Video Stating “He [Michael Brown] Had His Fucking Hands Up” [TW: Graphic Content]
NOTE: Watch the video by clicking through the picture above.
In new footage obtained by CNN, two contractors working in Ferguson, Mo. the day Darren Wilson shot Michael Brown react to the teen’s killing, with one throwing up his hands and shouting, “He had his fucking hands in the air!”
The men, who asked to be kept anonymous, told CNN’s Randi Kaye that they watched Wilson chase Brown, whom they claim threw up his hands and pled, “OK, OK, OK” before being fired on with his back turned. “The cop didn’t say get on the ground. He just kept shooting,” one said.
The video, taken minutes after the shooting, would appear to be congruent with previous eyewitness reports that not only was Brown unarmed, but that he had also put his hands up in clear surrender and Wilson fired anyway.
[H/T Huffington Post // Video via CNN]
Source: Aleksander Chan for Gawker

THIS. OXFORD COMMA FOREVER. /taking sides in the war