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“Be Who You Are and Say What You Feel Because Those Who Mind Don't Matter and Those Who Matter Don't Mind.” -Dr. Seuss
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“Be Who You Are and Say What You Feel Because Those Who Mind Don't Matter and Those Who Matter Don't Mind.” -Dr. Seuss
Love me? CLICK HERE Hate me?CLICK HEREremember when a girl from my school wore a dress the same color as the green screen at prom
oh yes
her date did too
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“Do you know the latest rumor they’ve conjured up, in their fear-induced delirium? The one that beats my boys with a bat! The one they call “The Bear Jew”… is a Golem! An avenging Jew angel, conjured up by a vengeful rabbi, to smite the Aryans!”
(Source: jamesbadgedale, via iliveforaliving)
there are children on this site
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First press coverage of my art. And it’s a magazine from my hometown of Sarajevo. Very special moment for me! You can a see 3-page feature on my website VedranArt.com or my Facebook Page.
Clifford Hoyt, age 31, suffered serious injuries in an automobile accident in 1999. After he regained consciousness, he told a terrified nurse that he had died and visited Hell. He expounded on the tortures and anguish he experienced in frightening detail. He refused psychological treatment and was released.
Several weeks later, Hoyt’s neighbors complained to their landlord that strange music was playing in his apartment at all hours of the night. Upon investigating, the building’s owner found Clifford in this condition. Mr. Hoyt was still quite lucid and protested when the landlord attempted to call the police. Concerned for the damage done to his property, he took photographs of the apartment, of which the image above is an example. He left and contacted Mr. Hoyt’s family, who contacted authorities.
Clifford claimed that demons from Hell were still trying to capture him. He explained that his body would burn incessantly unless he played music to scare the demons away. He would only leave the house for short periods of time to get minimal supplies, including large blocks of ice to soothe the burning he felt as he tried to sleep.
I know I’ve reblogged this at least twice. It’s still amazing though.
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