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mightyhealthyquest:

IT’S ALWAYS TEA TIME!

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chefboyardeezie:

it’s almost been 2 years since the most influential event of all time

chefboyardeezie:

it’s almost been 2 years since the most influential event of all time

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gallifrey-feels:

anostalgicnerd:

In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines…

no you don’t get it

this was my childhood

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spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

spoookyscary:

After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

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goldenclitoris:

THIS IS TRULY THE WILDEST SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN AND I LOVE IT

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I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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theladyintweed:

Beautiful Libraries:

Althorp House

theladyintweed:

Beautiful Libraries:

Althorp House

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poolfullofjello:

i-cant-believe-its-not-chicken:

i-cant-believe-its-not-chicken

Its decided my life goal is now to star in an infomercial 

How do white people survive?

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rneerkat:

are we human or are we dancer and dasher and prancer and vixen and comet and cupid and donner and blitzen

(Source: rneerkat, via lyssawrites)

The refreshing wisp of realization and the warm tug of comfirmation. A young woman learning to shine as an apprentice to the stars.