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TLC

Have you seen what they’re putting
on TV these days?
I watched this for an hour
through my fingers,
howling in disgust and
glued to the set,
a woman eat –

Well,
have you ever eaten cocoa
straight from the can?
Licked your finger, then sucked off
the salty-sweet powder?

That’s how she ate her
husband’s ashes.

It grabbed me by the throat
and hung there, dry and chalky.
She was only married for
six months. The ghost of her husband
watched television with her. They
shopped for carpets and drapes,
and every night she made
his favorite dinner. There were
two places set. A woman
and an urn.

She was haunted and hunched
over by the weight of
this ghost that did not have
the decency to creep along behind
as ghosts should do but instead
rode in her and on her,
gnawing hunger pangs into her
hollow stomach.

This girl with
everything to live for clung,
desperate,  
to the corpse on her mantel
just because she couldn’t
lose him again. She said
it would kill her. But she ate.
She ate. Until he was half, and then
half of that, until
she had almost no husband left at all.

Rejected Fox Headlines

(Source: first-player, via aloneinthetardiss)

"Anything with the trolltastic title “Do women have too many rights?” is destined to be enraging and pointless."
almostoutofminutes:

OCTOPUS GIVEAWAY!
Ever feel the need to have your very own octopus? You now have the chance to do just that. I decided to give away my brand new stuffed octopus as thanks for my 100th follower.
You’ll get:
36” stuffed octopus
My undying love and affection
How to enter:
Like/reblog THIS post!
One like is allowed, as many reblogs as you want!
Winner will be chosen via a random number generator
If I somehow find out you’re using a giveaway blog to enter, you’ll be disqualified
Your ask box MUST be open at the time of the giveaway ending so I can contact you if you’ve won (if it isn’t, I will chose a NEW winner)
You DON’T have to be following me, but if you want to, I’d love it~
The giveaway will end May 2, 2012 at 12:00am. Any reblogs after that time will be ignored. I will try to get the winner announced as soon as possible. It will most likely take a little while to do so, however. I will take care of shipping, because I don’t have anything better to do with my nonexistent money.

almostoutofminutes:

OCTOPUS GIVEAWAY!

Ever feel the need to have your very own octopus? You now have the chance to do just that. I decided to give away my brand new stuffed octopus as thanks for my 100th follower.

You’ll get:

  • 36” stuffed octopus
  • My undying love and affection

How to enter:

  • Like/reblog THIS post!
  • One like is allowed, as many reblogs as you want!
  • Winner will be chosen via a random number generator
  • If I somehow find out you’re using a giveaway blog to enter, you’ll be disqualified
  • Your ask box MUST be open at the time of the giveaway ending so I can contact you if you’ve won (if it isn’t, I will chose a NEW winner)
  • You DON’T have to be following me, but if you want to, I’d love it~

The giveaway will end May 2, 2012 at 12:00am. Any reblogs after that time will be ignored. I will try to get the winner announced as soon as possible. It will most likely take a little while to do so, however. I will take care of shipping, because I don’t have anything better to do with my nonexistent money.

(via electivires)


If a clock gets hungry it goes back four seconds.
Once you’ve seen one shopping center you’ve seen the mall.
Acupuncture is a jab well done.
Jumping off a Paris bridge makes you in Seine.
Bakers trade recipes on a knead to know basis.
Your calendar’s days are numbered.
I break into song if I can’t find the key.
A dyslexic poet writes inverse.

  • If a clock gets hungry it goes back four seconds.
  • Once you’ve seen one shopping center you’ve seen the mall.
  • Acupuncture is a jab well done.
  • Jumping off a Paris bridge makes you in Seine.
  • Bakers trade recipes on a knead to know basis.
  • Your calendar’s days are numbered.
  • I break into song if I can’t find the key.
  • A dyslexic poet writes inverse.

(via rainbowinyoursky)

humansofnewyork:

“I’m a special victims prosecutor.”“What does that mean?”“I represent children, the elderly, and rape victims.”

humansofnewyork:

“I’m a special victims prosecutor.”
“What does that mean?”
“I represent children, the elderly, and rape victims.”

kathooper:

Plague doctors were individuals in the Middle Ages who were given the task of tending to people infected with the plague. In most cases, they were either second rate or under-trained physicians, incapable of maintaining their own practice. Many were not doctors at all, but people of various other employments paid by towns to cater to the sick. 

Plague doctors were employed in various methods whenever plague set in. The earliest documentation of these individuals being hired go as far back as the mid 500s AD. The plague doctor image that we as a general public are familiar with was not seen until the 1600s. It was then that the “traditional” plague doctor costume was created. The costume consisted of a cloak made of heavy fabric covered in wax to protect the doctor’s body, and a mask to keep out the sick air. The masks had a long cone shaped structure at the nose, to be filled with scents that would protect the doctor from the bad air.

Because of the nature of their work, plague doctors often became victims of the plague themselves, or were quarantined for the protection of the public.

The Catacombs: Black Plague Rising haunted house of Horror Nights 2010 will forever be in my top 5 houses ever.

(Source: alexxxiselizabeth, via slutgarden)