October 21st, 2011

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
хочу штоб мое тело отправили в открытый космос пусть путешествует вдруг приземлитца генибудь на другой планете и упадет в озеро с живой водой
aurora

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
Wow, where do I start?

I'm sorry. You were the first. You just wanted to live in peace, but the abuse trickled downhill to the least strong, least able to defend. My sister and brother and I all had our moments when we lashed out at you. I watched my sister hold you by the tail and whip you against the wall. I watched my brother shoot you with homemade nail darts. After one particular beating, my parents left me at home alone and I hunted you through the trailer, fully intending to make you hurt as bad as I hurt. I picked you up but I could barely lift you, and I was too small to pound your skull against the wall. You resisted my grip and kept turning your head to avoid the paneling. I finally sat down with you in my arms and cried, and you purred and purred, most likely from stress and fear. You eventually wriggled away from me and hid the rest of the day. Later that night, I woke up to find you on the pillow, curled around my head and directing a menacing rumble at the blurry shadow in the doorway. You taught me to have a conscience, to feel remorse for causing pain. You deserved a better life than what you got, living with my family. You died when I was nine years old, and I was devastated. I cared more for you than any human I knew.

Now for you. You were the smaller one of twin Siamese cats who knew sign language, but I loved you best. You never learned to meow, and tapped me with your paw when you wanted something. I tried to remember what the first one taught me, but sometimes it was hard to control the pain and anger that welled up from inside. One night, after a beating and a cold shower for wetting the bed, I found you in my room and kicked your head into the box spring. You lay there, stunned, and your left eye welled up with what I thought was a tear. I felt so ashamed and evil that I wanted to die. I cradled you in my arms and  begged you to stay alive, begged you to forgive me. Since that night, I have never lashed out at an animal. Years later, when it came time for you to die of old age, you crawled up to my old room and lay on my bed. You died on my 19th birthday. I'm sorry for hurting you, for leaving, for everything.

And the last. I had the best of intentions. I rescued you from an abusive home and promised to take care of you. You were a one-person creature and dared anyone else in the house to hurt me. You growled and hissed at everyone but me, and wouldn't let anyone get near me. They didn't know what to do with you, or me. When I finally ran away for good, I made arrangements to get you back once I got settled. They put an ad in the paper, and gave you to a pet store within two weeks of me leaving. They sent me a picture of you and a clipping of their ad from the newspaper. Every night, I had nightmares about you ending up in a bad home. I still think of you, and hope you had the luck to land a good home. I wanted you, but all you knew is that I left you. You were the reason I could never bring myself to give up my children for adoption. The social workers told me it would be for the best, but I knew I was to weak to survive another lifetime of wondering. I'm sorry.

To the one I'll never have to apologize to: the first one taught me kindness, the second one taught me empathy, and the last one taught me responsibility. Unfortunately, I learned these lessons by failing them. I picked you out from a crowd of strays at the humane society, a few years back. You have the first one's whip-tail and attitude, the second one's wedge-head and paw-tapping, and the third one's possessiveness and mean streak. You have your own singular charms, that look suspiciously like the opposite of charms when viewed from certain angles (pretty much all of them). A ghost cat murmured in your ear one morning and I woke up to a pounce and a scratch that bisected my left nostril down to my lower lip. I wake up every day at 6am and feed you, or wake up with a face full of cat butt. I love the unlovable you, because once upon a time some cats loved the unlovable me and made me human.
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Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?

я бы хотела стать донором органов после смерти, чтобы появился шанс у тех, кому эти органы нужнее. а потом кремация...

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.


I'm sorry to everyone I have ever been inadvertently rude or snarky to. Sorry about making you feel stupid or being dismissive or short with you or just ignoring you just because I was distracted or spacing out or just uncomfortable. I've recently come to realize that not everybody 'gets' quiet people, and that keeping to yourself or listening and observing rather than joining the conversation or just sitting in a corner and reading a book can make me seem snobby or antisocial, but really I'm just a quiet person who likes books. I'm sorry that by hanging out on the porch by myself all night I made you think that I didn't like you or thought your party was boring, it's just that there were too many people and too much noise and I just felt like hiding. I'm sorry that I made you feel like I'd rather stare off into space than talk to you. I'm sorry for all the times I made some sarcastic comment at your expense because I cared more about proving that I was the wittiest person in the room than the possibility that I'd hurt your feelings. I'm sorry for all the things I say that just come out, because that's the way I am, that upset you even though that's the last thing I want to do. I'm sorry if my weird humor or esoteric references made you feel alienated. I'm sorry for being insensitive and self-absorbed. I'm sorry for being just so damn strange. I'm sorry for acting like being smart makes it okay to be mean, because it doesn't.
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Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.


i am
not
a
bully
but
i can fix
map more
spam than maps
around the sedro-wolley family band
with rupert randolf and jewel on me in hand
a bumbershoot flipside with f.p.s. tags
silver screen the way the crowley beems
juggling galleys like alleys and scenes
free ice creams
lactose the same k-pentase greens
styrophoam tides and stranger scenes
and the lo-cal decalitre greens
seventy-six on nine liter leans
muddling cotton gins with grins and fiends
tuarine out the spleen / rye as popcycle leeds
yeah im on a drug its called swimming tweens
new ERA with decimal stiching tweets
sterjons lost ups stream and pissing tweed
anemic scratches catch wishes and pipe organs missing
firecackers how pip bare stock optionetics dripping ......




i wanna be like horrorcoredrippop dishing like horrorcoredriphop phishing !!!

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Я не понимаю кладбищ, могил, разговоров с памятниками, собственно памятников, а так же скамеечек, уборок этих могил по большим праздникам, покраски оградок и т.д. Я б хотела, чтобы меня кремировали. 
screw homework

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
I'm really sorry, Roommate. I don't even know if I've hurt you, exactly, and I know I've just apologized to your face, but I am sorry. Also, I'm not entirely sure this will be a full out sorry, because there will be some justification, as well as some ranting against the world, but I want you to know, even if you never read this, I am sorry for any hurt I may have caused.

It's not your opinion that I have problems with, as I said, and a lot of it wasn't even you. It's not that you agree with the Tar Sands pipeline and you just want to go to D.C. to see D.C. (and no, RA, it's not that my Roommate can't afford it- if they wanted it bad enough, they would ask their grandparents-more on that later-) It's that everything is adding up and I miss my family so incredibly much and I'm really really jealous that you get to go see your family, and I'm also incredibly jealous of your grandparents who will send you money unasked for anything you need when my family can barely spare enough to pay for their own cable and there is no way they can fly me back home for a short four day break and also the fact that you know your grandparents and more than just your immediate family. It's also that I worked three times today and you said you'd work but you didn't (and you usually do that, don't you). And just in general you're starting to frustrate me the more with you and also I feel in general like everyone likes you so much better than they do me and that I'm always second best and I know that sounds selfish, but I just want someone who likes me best and I guess that means I want a significant other but I don't know and I miss being around people who like having me around and don't just tolerate me and who I know that with.

And let's be honest here; some of it is you: you always deal with situations like they're the fault of other people that you have to deal with, even though they're of your own making. And you wouldn't give me five freaking minutes to gather myself together when I had the presence of mind to ask for them in a stressful situation, which then caused me to walk half way around campus, crying to myself, until I could muster up the courage to come back and grab my phone, crying all the while, and have one person notice, ask if I was okay, and then walk away when I sobbed in response.

And really, Roommate, that's the heart of the matter: you wouldn't give me five minutes in our room to deal with myself, and you made me collapse into at least four crying fits and three almost-hyperventilations, all at a time when I am sick.

So I'm sorry if I spoke sharply and upset you, I wish you would realize that some things aren't okay with me, and that I need time to figure things out.

Sincerely,
Jack

P.S. this is long and rambling and makes mostly no sense, but it's to make me feel better, so please, no judgements- I've had enough of those today.
converse
  • teresie

Вопрос дня: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
I'm really sorry for being a real bitch sometimes. I do.
Sometimes I can hurt the most important person in my life, I really hate myself for that, and I never used to do it with the aim of that. It's too spontaneous and unexpected as usually. But I never meant to hurt you.
Sorry for arguing with my mother. She's as usually is right, but I sometimes am not enough tolerant and too aggressive and expressive, so cannot control myself. And that's really bad. Even through it's not a common situation.
Sorry for being late every time and everywhere. For being a lazy bone.
and for lots of other things...

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Разобрать по запчастям на пользу живым. Остальное сжечь. И выпить хорошенько на поминках!!!
взгляд

Вопрос дня: Предательство

Заслуживает ли тот, кто тебя предал, прощения?
Тот, кто просит прощения, заслуживает его.  Те, кто меня предал, прощения не просили... пусть живут в своём маленьком аду.  А мне легко.
  • zelamkh

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Безусловно, не все равно. Ведь если тебе все равно, что сделают с твоим телом после смерти, то красноречиво говорит в общем о твоем отношении к жизни и тому, что тебе даровал Всевышний. Хотел бы, чтобы оно, согласно религиозным и национальным нормам и обычаям, было предано земле.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?

Самый интересный ответ на подобный вопрос я услышал от моего бывшего соседа:

"Хочу чтобы мой тру кинули в лесу и его сожрали животные-падальщики"

А если говорить о себе, то я хотел бы, чтобы меня кремировали, а после развеяли со скалы над морем.

Может кому то будет интересна такая притча о смерти :)
http://the-carlsong.livejournal.com/1328.html


  • alyannn

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Мне не всё-равно, но я очень надеюсь жить вечно.... И вообще может в ближайшие пару лет наука на столько шагнёт вперёд, что понятие "смерть" заменится каким-нибудь понятием вроде "переход из одного параллельного мира в другой" или ещё что-нибудь в этом же духе.

Так что "похороны" будут проходить  как некий радостный ритуал, когда ты выпиваешь какой-нибудь "эликсир", бездыханно падаешь на руки родственникам, которые без сожаления сожгут твоё тело, а душа твоя уносится... куда-нибудь, где так же хорошо и ты снова молодой)))

Расфантазировалась)))
rainbowumbrella

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.

Except I am. Or I was, at least. 

There are people from my high school who will swear, in all seriousness, I was the anti-christ. Do I feel bad? Not in the slightest. I never have. Because I felt justified.

THAT is the problem.

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Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

This is right up my alley as we say...I have had so many paranormal experiences that i often believe that I am Miss Paranormal of all time. the most recent was after I moved into this new apartment when strange grainy substances were found on top of the lid of my toilet...I thought it was cat litter but learned later it wasn't...some think it could have come from air conditioning vent but there was none on the tank lid only on the toilet seat...first time it happened, I was too full of sleep to do anything but carefully remove it so that it would not go down the drain. I wiped it with a sponge that still has the impressions made from it...it happened twice and both times I failed to take a picture but later I took pictures of a few of the grainy stuff...it was completely caked on the lid of the toilet and at first i thought the cat had done it..realizing that the cat would have wiped it off instead of caking it on, I gave up...then I had strange drippings from the faucet, and finally told apartment manager. Had a pet pad move by itself from one room to the other...too big for the cat to move and I saw it move to where it rested...I decided that there was a spiritual entity in the room doing all these things, and I believe that is Jesus who did it...twice I found pamphlets on places where there had been none that were of Jesus and appeared out of nowhere...A debit card disappeared and ended up in front of a picture of Jesus which was on the floor. I know that things can move from one place to another, but I am convinced that the cause of these is Jesus. I have that same picture on the wall in the bedroom now. My cat is strangely attached to it.

I think he saw something the night the petpad moved from his strange reaction to it. he was always drawn to lay by the picture of Jesus when on the floor. Sometimes I think the spiritual entity entered into him from some of the way he behaves...who knows for sure? Just ideas that come to me at times.

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.

Dear person:

we've both been through more shit than we deserve.

but unlike you, i chose to put even more on you by being a selfish bitch.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Абсолютно все равно на тело после смерти. Главное, чтобы это тело не калечили при жизни.
La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
Oh, awesome. No one ever asks me about this! :)

I lived with my ex in a "haunted" house in Glendale. It's not exciting as it sounds - the occurrences were few and far enough between that it didn't really bother me..... it was rather interesting, actually. We lived with his aunt, whose husband had died in that house. I never actually SAW anything, but she told me that she believed she was being haunted by her husband. This woman was not insane, or mentally unstable, but I didn't believe her initially. Back in those days I was an atheist, and I was VERY skeptical of anything spiritual or paranormal. But things would happen that I couldn't really explain, that never happened anywhere else in the same way, and these things also happened to my ex and his aunt as well. When I was in the laundry room, I often felt a presence behind me. You know when you feel the hair rise on the back of your neck and arms? I would spin around, expecting to see my ex or his aunt, but there was never anything there. The feeling was VERY uncanny and eerie. Also, I would regularly get locked in my room - the door wasn't stuck (we oiled it regularly to prevent that), and the lock was never turned. I would pull as hard as I could on that doorknob, and it wouldn't budge. That alarmed me a bit, but after a while I learned to just wait to be let out, which I would be eventually. I also saw "shadow people" out of the corners of my eyes, which was also a little unsettling. Can't blame the drugs, because I had never done any at that point. My dreams were extremely vivid in that house as well. Eventually I found myself talking to whatever MIGHT be in the house, and I got the distinct impression something was listening.

Anyway, that's my my possibly ridiculous paranormal experience. Never had another like it. Don't know what it really was. I'm sure there's an explanation, but I will probably never know it.

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
Hey Steve (aka Butterball).  Yep, you.

Remember that day in the 4th grade when you said that I didn't have sharp nails?  And just to prove it I clawed you until you bled?  Yeah, it was worth the call home to my parents (and possible detention / suspension, I forget).  

Gosh, no wonder I take great care to manage my anger .....sheesh....
  • jagrit

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Кремация. При чём не такая, как в фильмах показывают: гроб, камера, сто тысяч градусов и за 2 минуты кучка пепла в урне.

А сожжение на огромном костре.
При этом должна играть музыка нейтрального эмоционального фона, что-то типа чилл-аута - пусть все расслабятся :-) У присутствующих должны быть улыбки на устах, банановый коктейль в руках и мысли о том, что так надо, потому сегодняшний день - праздник.
А если при этом кто-то ещё и молитву произнесёт, то я бы его отблагодарил  ...но я уже буду догорать. 

А закапывание трупов в землю - кощунство. А вдруг человек там очнётся от летаргического сна!
В общем, зачем портить землю ядом, который образуется при разложении тела? Да и кладбища - это же, блин, гектары, тысячи гектаров площади, на которой можно выращивать пищу, но нет, лучше пусть там гниют остатки родственников, что бы было куда придти и поплакать несколько раз в год. Только для чего?! О_о Если человек умер - его нужно отпустить и просто помнить.

  • vichka

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

I saw a flying "saucer" twice ... really. One time, it was the entire neighborhood. Everyone went out on the balcony and was on the phones. We called Seattle center for paranormal activity and their mailbox was full and we called the news stations and they said "Thanks! We already know!" So all the neighbors and us, we started calling people we knew. I called my mom. She was like, "Uhhuh.... how much did you smoke?" I laughed. "I didn't," I said, "c'mon!" I don't know. She might have believed me, or she might not even recall that phone conversation anymore. Second time I had a lot less witnesses. Only two. But independent and not in the exact location as me. First time I confessed to seeing it was two weeks after the fact, and as coincidence, they happened to be hanging out with me that night. I didn't even give it a thought that they might have actually seen the thing. It didn't look like a saucer. It looked like it was made out of flint and had a very textured surface. So, I told my story, and Elana spoken "Was that in our apartments? You live there. Correct?" We are neighbors. "Yes," I replied, "this happened right above my house." Turns out, her fiance and she were making out in the car at that same time. We were both sure about the date , because that was the day Aaliyah died. It was getting dark and was probably between 7:30-8:30 pm. It was a gloomy day and the sky was dark and seeing that huge structure hovering up above and making absolutely no noise was mind boggling and very creepy. I ran inside and hid and when I went back outside to look, it was gone. Yes, I freaked because it was lower than the tips of the trees. It was freakishly close, right above the roof of my building while I was on the second floor balcony. And that is why I ran and hid, and today I would have probably done the same. They scared me.
Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
romantic, lovely

Writer's Block: Freewill vs. fate

Is love destined or is it a choice?
Love, a four-letter word that no matter how small it is, has a huge meaning. How do you identify it, and hold on to it? Well, nowadays it's somehow confusing, because some people act like they love when actually don't or they do but don't actually show it. I've been able to experience both through my young life, and I tell you once you recognize the type of "love" it is you can be either surprised or dissapointed.

Focusing in the love we all look for aka our one TRUE love, our one, Mr Right, etc. Well, I believe it depends on who we hang out with and then fate will put hands on "business". Though in the end, it depends on our choice.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Кладбище напоминает городскую свалку, поэтому меньше всего хочется, чтобы тело оказалось там после моей смерти. Мне нравится идея кремации, а прах должен быть развеян над родной реченькой.
Landa - Dear LiveJournal

Writer's Block: Chatty Cathy

My son, Alexander, of course, because he lives with me! It's actually quite nice now that he's 17 and becoming an independent person. I can actually have serious conversations with him about a variety of topics, especially history, politics and international affairs.
Who do you talk to the most?
I just wish he would read more and play video games less, and that he would learn to like opera. At least he likes film and tolerates my ongoing obsession with the Third Reich and the Holocaust. Ah, well, one can't have everything, and he's becoming quite a nice and kind young man, very much like his late grandfather, which pleases me no end.
Муха, художник

Вопрос дня:

Я всегда хотела, чтобы мое тело сожгли и развеяли по ветру.. И не было ни могилы, ни памятника. Нигде и везде.
Не понимаю привязок к тому, что уже мало будет похоже на меня...
Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?


me - with gun
  • shinga

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.


I'm sorry I laughed at you that time you got diarrhea at Barnes & Nobles. And I'm sorry for telling everyone about it. And I'm sorry for repeating it now.

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
Dear A,

I've apologized to you before. And I wasn't forgiven.

I understand it's because I've hurt you terribly and because you trusted me with your whole heart. I'm a horrible person, I know.

I really regret that I've ever hurt you or made you feel the things you did when I opened my mouth and decided to say the things I did. I want you to know that you were one of the closest friends that I've ever had. I loved you so much - I would have done anything for you. I would have taken on the pain and shame that you experienced throughout high school just to let you go on living properly.

I'm sorry for everything I've done. I love you. I really hope that everything will be okay with you. You're a wonderful person, you know? You're talented. You're such an amazing artist! I hope you go far in life.

I really hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

Even more, I hope that you are happy.

Love always,
Kait.

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.


Dear you,

Im sorry that I never really thanked you for everything you did for me. You were probably one of the most influential people in my life, and you never even knew it. You helped shape me into the person i am today. You helped me through every single middle school problem, and i wasnt always as nice to you as i should have been. I hope that one day we will talk again, because to be honest, i miss having someone as reliable and comforting as you were to be able to talk to everyday, about anything, and everything, even if i was just bored. I miss playing club penguin with you and your cousins, and going ice skating, and all the fun times we used to have together. Im sorry for losing you. Im sorry for hurting you Im sorry for the way i acted. I hope you are doing well, with all sincerity, and maybe one day we will be friends again. You deserve only the best things in life.
redwoods

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
Natasha, I'm so sorry I said you were ruining my life. I didn't mean it and I really didn't mean for you to overhear it. I was just tired and overwhelmed and I never met to hurt you or make your cry. I wish we could have still been friends.

Josh, I'm sorry I wasn't nicer to you. I know you had a crush on me, but I just didn't feel the same way. I wish I had known how to be kinder about it. I hope you are well today.

Liz, I can understand now how what I said then makes me seem like an absolutely racist A-hole. And a really mean self-serving person too. And I will never be able to apologize enough. I am so so profoundly sorry. You were one of my very best friends. And I miss you all the time.
loud!
  • gu2duck

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
i'm not a bully but i'm not an angel either. in life i try to be honest as much as i could so to those who was hurt due to my (may be) too honest critiques, sorry for hurting you at the moment. truthfully i didn't regret any of it.
girl reporter

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.


AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Fuck no.

When I injure somebody, it's either on purpose after they've pushed me too far and injured me several times, and thus it falls under the category of self-defense, or I do it unintentionally, which I always apologize for.

My karmic 'meanie' slate is pretty clean. I like to keep it that way.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
"Перед ним во тьме печальной
Гроб качается хрустальный..."  (А.С.Пушкин)  Прочитав в  детстве эти строки,грезила о хрустальном гробе.Теперь понимаю,что это несбыточная мечта,но уже и не очень хочется.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Я хочу, что бы меня кремировали и мой прах развеяли над памятным мне местом. Жизнь впереди на размышления, какое место выбрать. 
  • pquade

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
When I was a teenager, I was certain there was a spirit who resided in the basement.  I got that 'feeling' of being watched whenever I went down there.  So one day, I stood in the kitchen, just over the area I thought this spirit frequented, and stomped real hard on the floor.  Within a few seconds, I felt this spirit come up out of the floor and envelope me in his...whatever you want to call it.  And was he pissed!  I high-tailed it out of that kitchen real fast and from that point on, I tread very quietly on that kitchen floor.  
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Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?


Совершенно всё равно. Как будет удобно хоронящим, так пусть и делают. Тольго бы здесь на долго не задерживаться.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Что бы Я ХОТЕЛА? чтоб было с моим телом? Я ХОЧУ - вечно юное тело и в нем моя бессмертная душа внутри.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Что бы Я ХОТЕЛА? чтоб было с моим телом? Я ХОЧУ - вечно юное тело и в нем моя бессмертная душа внутри.
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  • firesen

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.


When I was living in this really old house I woke to the feeling of someone twerling my hair around there fingers. I lived there alone. Another time I was half asleep watching tv on the couch and heard a man yell "Is there anybody up here!" It was so loud and startaling that I sat strait up yelling "YES there is!" and got up to go see who was braking into my house! There was no one there. It was cool. I had a ghost hunt on Halloween.
Религия
  • obond

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?

Люди попадают в катастрофы, тонут в море, сгорают в огне. Разве имеет значение, что происходит с их телами, если их души уже отлетели?
Важнее то, что будет с душой. Куда она полетит и что ей предстоит? Этот вопрос волнует очень. Страха нет, есть желание "заглянуть за грань". Ты знаешь что правильно, а что нет. Но в данный момент ты можешь поступить лишь так, а не иначе. Только на это у тебя сейчас есть моральные силы. Ты грешишь и каешься. Понимаешь, но совершаешь поступок.
Преклоняюсь перед людьми, способными на самоотречение. Какая сила духа присутствует в них!
  • jin2jin

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
I can´t even begin to count the times I have hurt someone with words even though I didn´t mean to.
Or the times i DID mean to.

At times like that I probably didn´t quite realize what effect this might have on the persons I was saying the stuff to. Or I might have realized it but didn´t really care either way.

There have been a lot of instances where I wished I didn´t say anything at all, but when I try to remember them now...I don´t feel anything.

Time heals wounds, time healed my regret as well, sadly I know that I´m too hotheaded to change this so I can only plead to the people that know me and talk to me a lot...

You know I love you guys and I don´t mean to hurt any of you.

(If you don't know that by now then why the heck are you still hanging around me?!)

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Я предпочитаю кремацию. Или бы пожертвовал свои органы на спасение кого-нибудь, кому это действительно необходимо. Если моё здоровье можно оценить как хорошее. :) Конечно, после смерти мне будет уже не до этого, но я не хочу своим "драгоценным" телом занимать жизненно важные площади земли. Ведь на тех территориях, где расположены кладбища могли быть пашни, посевные, проложены дороги или стоять посёлки. А вместо этого там жуткая атмосфера смерти и грязь. Ведь человек жив в сердцах людей любивших его. А могилы лишь место, где можно оплакивать ушедшего.

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
Dear Nevo,
I'm truly sorry for breaking your heart like that.
I'm sorry that i couldn't fall in love with you, and that i couldn't just tell you that's just the way it is instead of cheating on you.
I know that the biggest pain is the one caused by your heart, and that is the reason I will never forgive myself either.

I wish you a lot of luck in the future, you deserve it. Love and be loved.
Sincerely yours, Michelle.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Вообще задумывался над тем, чтобы передать свои бренные останки в анатомический театр. Мне уже будет все равно и, я думаю, что это лучше, чем быть едой червей.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Я бы хотел, чтобы мое тело после смерти отдали в мед.институт, чтобы меня там разобрали на органы и распихали по банкам со спиртом))) А если уж как-нибудь более менее по-обычному, то хотел бы чтобы мой прах был развеян с палубы красивой белой яхты, где-нибудь посреди океана...
  • an_77

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
понятно что когда умру все равно :) но пока я живу думаю -было бы наверное полезнее кремировать, а порошочек насыпать на клумбу хоть удобрение ну и в городе останусь.
У нас, в Харькове, есть фонтан  Зеркальная струя и там по бокам клумбочки они смотрят на оперный театр, место в центре, вот проходили бы там друзья и вспоминали бы меня. и не надо на кладбище ездить.
  • babadgi

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Отвезли в крематорий и в таме оставили и забыли на фиг совсем и навсегда, а я за это всё равно ни на кого бы не обиделся. Вот.
Crona

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.

I hurt a girl at school, her name was Becky she was the lowest in the pecking order we were second lowest me and my two friends.

So we picked her on occasion like the other kids picked on us and her called her names chased her as I was often chased. I regret not helping her and standing up against them togeather. Anouther girl at my school did Laura, there aren't so many ppl that I would say were nicer than her, then again she was popular and at no risk of been beaten by her fellows.

I knew at the time it was wrong just not to the same level not to the same level which would of put me in the same boat as her... as all the kids tied her up in the middle of the playground and laughted at her, I just stood there sliently, I knew it was wrong but felt helpless to help her.

I'm in a really regressive mood tonight, my head is pounding and everything feels dark.

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
oh god! Every once and a while that I lay in my bed and I try to go to sleep, I swear I see a dark figure of a man standing over by my room mates closet. I thought that it could possibly be the play on lighting, but no matter where I move I see it. I swear that is moves and growls, I hate being in my dorm alone for that reason. 

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?


сжечь в обязательном порядке, чтобы ни одна сволочь не смогла потоптаться на моей могиле. и вообще - что за традиция такая закапывать мертвое тело: оно, бедняжка, лежит, разлагается, муравьи ползают, червяки грызут, все гниет - некрасиво! поэтому куй с ним, с христианским воскрешением - сжечь и все тут!
nazgula

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Наверное, предпочла бы кремирование. Чтобы избавить оставшихся родственников от необходимости посещать могилу и страдать. Пусть живут дальше с радостью. Память - лучший памятник, чем гниющее в земле тело. 
Eye

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.


A long time ago. it was a dark and stormy Pennsic. Therains came like they often do at Pennsic, amid a flurry of rumours pronouncing the oncoming rain as either the end of the world or going to miss us entirely, and always somehow a surprise. This one lived up to the first category. So i dove for the nearest shelter as i was wearing something nice for once GASP AND SHOCK! but i tell you this true! and therein i found a party going on. The camp was well protected from the rains and LO even with this i could WALK FREELY ABOUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tell you this is quite a true story! Stop with your withering gaze and rolled eyes of disbelief i tell you this is all true and the scotsman named Angus cna verify this! And there i was in this Party where one could wander freely. and i went forth to sate my sudden thirst and i found Three Options for NOT ALCOHOL! and they were not different temperatures of water either but TRUE beverages. and there upon as i drank my fill of delicious tea i spotted a belly dancer. A MALE DANCER! and there were no crowds around him and he did not do Poi! Indeed this fine fellow had talents! and let me say was very easy on the eyes. I watched his performance and something at once struck me odd and otherworldly. the drummers knew more than three tunes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Suddenly i began to question my own sanity! and then i knew i had to be in some other world filled with fae creatures when several women got up to preform and were not dressed like Harem Hooker Barbie! they had on fine outfits that covered them well and we not festooned with every jingly contrivance! YES I AM TELLING THE TRUTH! STOP LOOKING AT ME SUCH AND MAKING RUDE PANTOMIME BEHIND ME! Oh there talents were amazing. I stayed what seemed hours nay days. there was also food in abundance that was not doritios and other such party food nor was it some weak soup. indeed there upon i feasted on lamb and venison and wild rice and herbed to make one sing. eventually i knew i had to leave and so i bid my hosts good night and left. the warmth of the entire evening protected me from the ravages of weather and i made it safe back to my tent. When i woke the next burning day i tried to find the camp again but i could not. and when i spoke of the party none would believe. all said they had not heard of such a thing and they had only known of Pentwyvern goes to hell or something about lost boys. But i tell you true that such a place existed that night.


Also my Grandmother appeared to me in the hallway when i was like 8 and told me goodbye. i thought this odd since she never really came out to our place and went to tell my parents. a few minutes later we got the call from her husband that she had just died for a massive heart attack.
Matryoshka

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

The house I currently live in has many ghosts.
Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.


My mom, brother and me got around to talking about ghosts and our house and realized that we had seen the same one going from the kitchen to the wash room. Though I've only seen him once, I still remember what he looks likes.  And my mom said that she has seen a child going back and forth from her closet and a woman walking out of her room.

I'm positive there's one in my room. I've seen her once, like out of the corner time seeing and once when I was in the middle of sleep paralysis. I've never been so scared of my room before that. Also, there may be something in our bathroom. 90% of the time I go in there I get the feeling that someone is watching me. Makes me creeped out to go in there sometimes.

Things also seem to keep dying in my niece's room. Like a hamster and a dog. (I was mostly taking care of the hamster so it wasn't neglect or anything, and it wasn't old. And I'm not sure about the dog. He was a stray that we had saved.)

Блок дописувача

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?

Конечно что нет, мое тело потдасца тщательному анализу, и его расчеплят на мильйони атомов, и с помощью ускорителя частиц  просеют через молекулярную сетку. После детерминации соединительного потока я опять оживу.

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
I have an internet radio show if anyone wants to call in and do an interview for my paranormal segment 'Otherworldly Touch'. and if you care we will be having an interview with South Jersey Paranormal Research as part of our Halloween special. thanks. mail me for details becaus ei dont want to spammin' in here. thanks

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me

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?


Цитируя Бааль Сулама: "Мне все равно, где закопают мой мешок с костями". Просто напишите на этом месте, где он будет лежать, то, что хотела Сабина Шпильрайн: I Too Was A Human Being.
halloween

Writer's Block: Happy birthday John Lennon!

Do you think there will ever be world peace?
No; I just don't think we're programmed for it. I believe that as humans we require some degree of conflict in order to motivate us and to give meaning to our actions and pursuits. Perhaps someday there won't be as many global conflicts, but there will always be in-fighting.
  • death43

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
I ONCE LIVED IN AJAX , ONTARIO  CANADA. I HAVE 2 DAUGHTERS ,1 WAS 2YRS OLD AND THE OTHER AT THE TIME WAS 5YRS OLD. ONE NIGHT AFTER A BATH MY OLDEST WAS COMING DOWN STAIRS WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN SHE STARTED TO SCREAM THAT THIS OLD WOMAN WAS TRYING TO PUSH HER DOWN THE STAIRS. MY DAUGHTER TOLD ME WHAT THE OLD WOMAN LOOKED LIKE I ASKED TH NEIGHBOURS FOR PHOTOS OF THE WOMAN THAT DIED IN THE HOUSE AND SHOWED MY DAUGHTER IT ,IT WAS THE OLD WOMAN .BY THE WAY  SHE DIED OF NATURAL CAUSES

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
My parents house is very old and growing up was very negative. I remember one time running through the house and about to bound up the stairs when I say a pale figure of a man in civil war uniform standing on the landing. I was about 5. Then I shouted, got my mom and it was gone. 

Then there was the ghost cat that slept at my sisters feet for awhile.

Then there was the night we both "dreamed" of a ladder being raised against the house. She looked, I kept my eyes closed. 

I have also had dreams with people who've passed. 

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?

Когда я умру
Сожгите меня на костре
Развейте мой прах по ветру.
Душа моя улетит во вне
А телу – вообще будет пофигу.. :)

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

<lj-template name="qotd" id="2882" lang="en_LJ" Dear Jack, I'm sorry I said that no self respecting girl would go out with you right in front of the two "loves of your life". I mean, after all, its not every guy that loves two different girls that he has no chance with as much as you do. That's true love. Perhaps girl one, girl two and some of the other girls you crush on occasionally will one day have a magical epiphany. They do love you after all! Because let's face it that's what every girl really wants: a guy way below their level of attractiveness, with a huge ego to boot! Yours ever so sincerely, C.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Сожгли до пепла и развеяли до последней пылинки...Мне ,,приятно,, будет знать,что мои ДНКа нигде не валяются под ногами...И еще ,,приятно,,что из моей могилы не будут сооружать ,,народно-дизайнерские,, помпезные веночно-цветочные сооружения...,,Приятно,,что все будут просто свободны:родственники от ,,дорогих,, обустройств участка земли,а я от угрызений,что мало того,что покинула их,так еще и обязываю вклады денежные в землю зарывать,а так...Ушла...и...ушла. Как пришла...
  • olylo

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
кремация,только кремация..а то под землю,да в замкнутое пространство..жуть!!! 
Homer and Marge

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.


A few days after my grandmother died, I went to my mom's house where I saw my aunt and mother sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table. I kept staring at the two of them, trying not to let on that I was in shock. I honestly, actually, truly saw my grandmother's face superimposed on both my mom's and aunt's faces. I couldn't even see my mom's or aunt's face at all!

Someone told me that it's common to see someone or feel his or her presence soon after the person dies. So, that's pretty interesting.

I'd also like to add that about five years later, shortly before something rather traumatic happened to me, I had a dream of my grandmother saying, "Don't worry; everything will be all right."

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Таких тел,как мое ,трилионы в земле и каждый при жизни думал,что будет с его телом после смерти. не забивайте мозги еще и этим.Подумайте над другим,а именно,как улучшить жизнь при жизни.

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
I've lived in three haunted apartments and four haunted  houses in my adult. But I'll tell you one from my childhood.

My hometown just outside N.O.LA was an island. It was -- during the civil war -- a plantation. When I was in elementary school many of us saw an apparition of a hanged union soldier on the middle of the three huge live oaks on the playground.  Soon after they cut the tree down. THEN there was an apparition of the tree with the hanging soldier. Ya just can't get a good civil war haint down.


Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
one night i was alone sleeping in a dark room a gost came and satdown on me  but i  tried to move my body  parts but all in vain , it was very much heavy that i even can can show any movement.  i was shocked because my loud sound was also absorbed, but my senses could experience everything .......
                                                            I have experienced such encountrer with gost several times but when i read  islamic verses gost leaves me unharmed.....i am a muslin   and i have full faith on islam   and All mighty Allah......

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Похоронили, надо до конца принимать участие в круговороте веществ в природе.
моя картинка

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?

Моя мечта уйти в конце жизни в монастырь и там закончить свою жизни, быть похороненной по православным традициям.

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
I live in a very small town in northwest Indiana and have, in fact, lived in this same town since I was three.  When I was seven or so, my father bought a house and we moved in. I couldn't tell you if anything happened then. If it did, I don't remember it. A few years after this, we moved into his girlfriend's trailer, even though we still owned the house. At eighteen, we moved back. You can imagine his girlfriend as the wicked not-quite-step-mother who overstepped her bounds.
Now, being from a small town in Indiana means that I was raised in a rather no-nonsense way. We don't go to doctors unless we're dying; if we can't fix it, we probably know someone who can; and if something weird happens, it's because "you let the devil in." That cuts down on arguments considerably, as you might imagine. People don't like admitting they're wrong, so when you're about to prove them wrong, they pull out "you let the devil in." But there's a cure for that, and it, too, is often found in Indiana--blunt honesty. It comes in many forms: "Just because I'm making you look stupid doesn't mean I let the devil in. It means you're stupid," or, "Stop being such a self-righteous prick." I've taken blunt honesty and made it my own. I am renowned for being both socially unskilled and unwilling to suffer fools lightly.
A week or so after having moved back into our house, I started getting the feeling I was being watched. As I come from a long line of paranoid individuals, I checked the windows once or twice and shrugged it off. I didn't quite apply the same dismissal when friends refused to stay the night twice and one reported that she'd spent the whole night awake because she was freaked out by the feeling of being watched. I told my father, but he ignored it until eventually, he snapped at me that I was "letting the devil in". I gave him a look of absolute disbelief and made it a point to stay elsewhere when possible. Soon, I discovered why, however. He nearly begged me to come back. He said he missed me, but he looked more than a little frightened, and I remembered that the feeling of being watched was particularly notable when I was home alone. It likely didn't help that about this time, things had worsened and while we were in other rooms, we could hear stuff being dropped or even thrown in the kitchen. One time, I even heard glass breaking. Oddly, there was no broken glass in the kitchen. There was nothing on the floor any of the times we checked. While this merely amused me, it brought my father to new levels of paranoia.
A while passed with the feeling of being watched lessening and the sound of objects being thrown and dropped increased until it started to fade, as well. I was relieved, at first, because while I may be a no-nonsense type and was amused at the sounds, it was nice to have the house back to normal.
Yeah. That didn't last long.
As the sounds seemed ready to cease altogether, the... "presence," I guess I'll call it, seemed to target me again. When I was alone at home, which was actually quite often, I would hear the sound of  footsteps in the hall, moving towards the end opposite that of the kitchen. The kitchen was on one end and the other end had the bathroom on the right, the second bedroom (my father's) on the left, and less well-known, an attic entrance up above. Until this point, I had been sleeping in my dad's room because we slept at opposite times, he was at work, and he has more pillows than any unmarried man should rightly own. The feeling of being watched had come back, however, and though it originated only in the hall, this time, there is no doorknob in my dad's door. Instead, there's a nice, gaping hole where a doorknob should be. Also, having footsteps sound out up the hall until they stop right outside your door, when you're home alone, is beyond creepy.
Needless to say, going to the bathroom was now an event that happened, when possible, when Dad was home because that was the only time the footsteps didn't sound out.
Dad was aware of this, peripherally. When he got home, I ran into the bathroom. And I'd make him wait to leave until I was done. He started ignoring my request that he wait to leave until I was done. This lasted maybe a week because within a week, there was a particularly memorable time where slow, steady footsteps started moving down the hall while I was in the bathroom. I grabbed my phone and called Dad. I asked him if he was home, and annoyed, he answered snidely that he wasn't. He asked why I'd asked, and I told him I'd heard someone walk down the hall. He came home immediately because he thought maybe someone had broken in, but when he found no one, he contemplated aloud if they'd left. Knowing that his explanation was a complete fabrication to sooth his own mind, I snorted and said something to the effect of, "No, it was the ghost. Again." I then told him point-blank that the door wasn't busted in, the windows weren't busted in, all the windows were locked, and the footsteps had been clear as day. I went further and informed him that he would start taking this seriously because I was not lying, I was not being dramatic, and I was rather furious that he would get so freaked out at being alone at home and then leave me alone for all but a few hours of the day. With some reluctance, he conceded.
A week or two after that, I sucked it up and stood in front of the hall. "Look," I said, "I'm sorry. I don't know why you're here, but you're kind of freaking me and Dad out, and I'd like it if you left off, a bit. At least stop the creepy footsteps down the hall thing." I believe I also told it that my friends and I often got the feeling of being watched, and we didn't like that much. After that, it let up. There were absolutely no more sounds of footsteps down the hall. Sometimes, there was a noise like something falling in the kitchen, but never when Dad was there. My friends would stay the night more than once. I still sometimes get the feeling I'm being watched, but it's pretty rare. Things resolved themselves pretty quickly when I decided to act in the way I am best known for.

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.

My grandmother on my dad's side of the family has been dead for seeral years now.  Since I've been attending church at UIS on Sundays, learning about my spirituality growth, my grandmother is an angel who sometimes comes to me when I'm sleeping- I know God has sent her.  I she comes, I can feel an extra presence in the room.  Her presence is super strong, and she has a way of letting me know that things ill get better with whatever may be getting me down.

Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.
sweetheart i know i made a mistake though i went to bed with her, i don't have anything to do with her, i know i did wrong but it wont happen again my love, you are the one i love n nothing will ever change that my love , please forgive me my love. i love you very much, ope you find it in heart to forgive me
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Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.
I witnessed a spiritual or alien possession ... and I have proof

our CIO called an all hands meeting and actually had lucid thoughts and intelligent dialogue ... I was mesmerized by whatever spirit or alien being had taken him over, and wished with all my heart for it to remain permanently ... alas it was not to be, for a short 30 days later, we had our CIO back without being possessed as he droned on in politico speak using buzzwords (and doing that badly) and offering thoughts and observations that had less value than what I scoop from my cat's litterbox

but for that 1 day in 3 years, he was a gleaming beacon of hope

so it had to be some sort of supernatural intervention

Writer's Block: Paranormal activity

Tell us a ghost or supernatural encounter you’ve experienced.

All the time 2-3times a week my relatives from the past come say hello or people who resided on my
property prior to me owning my home. Its all good. This earth is a stepping stone for what is instore for us.
Sometimes its scary then sometimes my great gma is just sitting on my bed helping me fall a sleep like in the old days. Embrace dont exclude the unknown

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Writer's Block: I'm not a bully but...

We've all said something mean at some point in our lives. We may not be bullies but we may not always be nice. Write an apology to someone you've hurt in past.


You're a stupid, limp-wristed jackoff with the morals of street whore and the arrogance of a spoiled child. If I'm sorry about anything, its that I never bashed in your head with a baseball bat that was on fire.

Вопрос дня: Похороны

Когда вы умрете - всё равно ли вам, что будет с вашим телом? Что бы вы хотели, чтобы с ним сделали?
Кремировать.
В свете того,что население земли быстро увеличивается,в скоре кремация может