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Advice, Apparently, and Beautiful: magicianmew: laughterkey: ryanhatesthis: yournewapartment: bodecats: pools-of-venetianblue: this is the purest video you will see all day, it includes not only practical advice on how to make cats feel comfortable but also: the most patient and long suffering clawdia bob ross, but a vet  squish the cat squish the cat, but with a towel absolute unit mr. pirate a little chubby but quite beautiful please watch this immediately Squish! That! Cat! I considered myself to be well versed on cats/communicating with cats. I’ve lived with at least two cats my whole life, and currently live with two very different cats who I love. Apparently most cats are shoulder cats? My cat Mason has always been very nervous about going up on people’s shoulders, so I thought I’d try the “shoulder cat” technique. I had to help him up on my shoulders because he’s never done it himself before. But once I got him up there I squished him, he started purring like nobody’s business. I carried him around our entire apartment, up and down staircases, and he was so happy. He didn’t try to leave once! When I put him down he head butted me and meowed and was super affectionate. And of course I gave him a treat. TLDR- Even if you live with cats and think you understand cats, please watch this video.  This is honest to god one of the best videos I’ve ever seen Always reblog Pirate wants more shoulder. 💓

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Apparently, Family, and Head: wwwoslightlywarped.com sixpenceee: The Witch of Joshua Ward House This Georgian and Federal style building was constructed by Joshua Ward, a wealthy merchant sea captain, in the late 1780s on the remaining foundations of former sheriff George Corwin’s house on Washington Street in Salem, Massachusetts. Corwin was a bloody figure whose zeal added to the unfortunate events surrounding Salem in the late 1600s. Nicknamed ‘The Strangler’ after his preferred torture (which included tying his prone victims’ necks to their ankles until the blood ran from their noses), he is said to have been responsible for many of the ‘witches’’ deaths, including that of Giles Corey who was crushed to death by placing heavy stones on his chest in order to extract a confession. Legend states that just before he died, Corey cursed the sheriff and all sheriffs that follow in his wake, for Corwin’s despicable acts. It should be noted here that every sheriff since Corey uttered his curse died while in office or had been “forced out of his post as the result of a heart or blood ailment.” Corwin himself died of a heart attack in 1696, only about four years after the end of the trials.  By the time of his death, Corwin was so despised that his family had to bury him in the cellar of their house to avoid desecration of the corpse by the public. In the early 1980s Carlson Realty bought the House with the intention of turning it into their headquarters. After moving in, a realtor by the name of Dale Lewinski began the task of taking photographs of the staff members to add to a welcome display.  Lewinski used a Polaroid camera to snap the head-and-shoulders, passport-style pictures. It was the photograph of a colleague by the name of Lorraine St. Peter that caused a stir. The Polaroid was developed and, instead of showing St. Peter, it appeared to depict a frightening image: a strange, black-haired, feminine figure. St. Peter was nowhere to be seen on the snap. The photograph has, apparently, not been cropped at all. St. Peter has been entirely replaced by the apparition. 

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Advice, Being Alone, and America: Anna Breslaw @annabreslavw My sister is doing arn experiment: Whenever men walk towards her, she doesn't move out of the way first. So far she has collided with 28 men. 12/13/14, 5:04 PNM little-miss-stan: elegantmess100: blossombarnes: retroasgardian: reddobastard: onethingconstant: songbirde108: mercurialkitty: emmagrant01: clevermanka: youcangofindatree: moremetalthanyourmom: Okay but after seeing this I started doing it too and it’s amazing how many men I’ve run into bc they expected me to move Gotta try it I work (and walk) on a college campus. I’ve lost count of how many men I’ve smacked shoulders with. Recently, I was standing outside my son’s classroom waiting to talk to his teacher. I stood on one side of the hallway, not even close to the center. At some point, a man came walking along. I was standing right in his path, but the hallway was empty, so I logically expected him to swerve around me. Instead he kept walking right toward me, got to me, and stopped, as if waiting for me to get out of his way. I didn’t; I just smiled politely at him. He finally walked around me, clearly annoyed that I hadn’t leapt out of his manly path. Now I’m wishing I’d leapt aside, taken off my jacket and laid it on the floor before him, then bowed deeply and said, “My Liege!” I also work at a college campus. I smack shoulders sometimes, but I find that if I stare straight ahead and follow the advice below, people get the heck out of the way. Honestly this post changed how I carry myself when walking alone in public, or in a situation where I’m the one leading. People definitely move for the murder gaze. Confirmed. I once had to rush back inside a convention hall as the con was closing in order to a retrieve a sick friend’s medication, and I didn’t understand why people in the crowd were jumping out of my way (literally—one guy vaulted a table) until I realized I was dressed as the Winter Soldier and doing the Murder Walk because that’s just how I walk in those boots. I got the meds, got out, and made a mental note. I repeated the experiment later, wearing the boots but otherwise my usual clothing and mimicking the expression I thought I’d had at that moment. People parted like I was Charlton Heston. I now wear that style of boots whenever possible. I recently had a man do a double-take as I walked by and ask me, politely, where I had served because I “looked like a soldier.” I’m not current or former military. I was wearing a flowy purple peasant top and looked as un-soldierlike as possible. Moral of the story: wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America. WALK LIKE YOU’VE BEEN SENT TO MURDER CAPTAIN AMERICA It’s called the Murder Strut. IT’S BACK!!!!!! I was searching for this to show my daughter the other day and couldn’t find it. I’m so glad IT’S BACK!! I will always reblog the Murder Strut!! A guy on a bike went around me because he could tell I had no intention of moving. Thanks to this post.
Ass, Fall, and Hail Mary: I almost died today. Here is the true story So Iwas derping in my backyard today, picking up dog crap. The whole time, my dog was just sitting there watching me, enjoying the sight. So I go to the small section in between my trampoline and my fence. Now if any of you haven't seen my trampoline, it is really old and there are these black foam things on the bars that used to hold up a net, but they are mostly destroyed now. So I walk in the narrow space, and I get completely covered by the hugest web I've ever felt. All over my face, all over my chest and shoulders. I freak out, but I realize that there is no worries. I see no spider, and it would have to be a big ass spider to concoct such a glorious web. Well, sure enough, in the middle of my struggle to break free, I look up, and slowly, ever so slowly, I see the huge, black-brown mass of a spider about the size of my fist crawl out of some old, decaying foam protectors. I stare at it; it stares back. I look closely for any threads connecting us, and there, glinting back at me with sunlight, is one strand of spider web, connecting the hulk spider to my face. It realizes the fact at the same time as me, and thinks, "Yes! This boy's eye sockets will make excellent breeding holes for my eggs!! and starts a full on crawling sprint towards me. I freak out, and begin to struggle even more and more to release myself from this web. It reaches the halfway mark and sees me begin to escape, so it goes for gold. The Hail Mary play. A daring leap straight for the head. Time slows down. This thing has all legs extended, blocking out the sun. A sure death for me. My left arm breaks free from the web. This could be my chance! A quick and decisive left cross reaches the spider JUST in time knocking the behemoth against the fence. It looks dazed; begins to squirm around on the ground, preparing for a counteroffensive. I don't give it a chance. I take the poop shovel in both my hands, shout a battle cry of pure victorious slaughter and smash my enemy into a crumpled pile, each strike emanating a loud crunch of the monster's body.I emerge the survivor in this battle. Thank you video games, for my improved reaction time, lest I fall victim to fate Unlike Comment Share 3 hours ago you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com epicjohndoe: This Man Should Write A Novel
Crying, Easter, and God: speckleeyed 20 points 5 hours ago This past Easter, we went to our first easter egg hunt... My son was 8 and he is autistic. He doesn't understand the urgency. He doesn't understand he has to run. He doesn't understand there won't be an equal amount for everyone. In I swear to god 60 seconds 300 8 to 10 year olds cleared an orchard of 10000 eggs and my son got only 2. Most kids got overflowing buckets of them All my son wanted to do was open them all up. He was so upset andl couldn't fix it. Parents weren't allowed to cross the rope. But then another boy saw my son with his shoulders slumped looking so defeated and he went over to him and said "hey I see you didn't get a lot of eggs. I have too many. Can I share with you?" My son's shoulders picked up and he smiled and said "sure!" And the boy emptied half his bucket into my son's bucket and then ran off to find his mom I was in tears. I couldn't believe what I just saw. I told my husband to stay with our son I had to follow that boy. I had to thank him and his mother. I got to him when he reached his mom and I waited a minute...he didn't even brag about how kind he was. And his mom didn't see it. I said excuse me miss, I need to tell you about your son...dont mind the tears, it's something good. I told her how this was my son's first public easter egg hunt and how her son NOTICED him and voluntarily HELPED him and was so KIND and GENEROUS. And that she was obviously doing a great job because today is a day I won't ever forget...all because of the kindness I've witnessed here, I shook the boy's hand and mom's, And mom was so proud of her son...as she should be saltinthewind 3 points 2 hours ago Omg I was bawling by the time I got to the end of your story. For both you and the other mom Im crying so hard.

Im crying so hard.

Crying, Easter, and God: speckleeyed 20 points 5 hours ago This past Easter, we went to our first easter egg hunt... My son was 8 and he is autistic. He doesn't understand the urgency. He doesn't understand he has to run. He doesn't understand there won't be an equal amount for everyone. In I swear to god 60 seconds 300 8 to 10 year olds cleared an orchard of 10000 eggs and my son got only 2. Most kids got overflowing buckets of them All my son wanted to do was open them all up. He was so upset andl couldn't fix it. Parents weren't allowed to cross the rope. But then another boy saw my son with his shoulders slumped looking so defeated and he went over to him and said "hey I see you didn't get a lot of eggs. I have too many. Can I share with you?" My son's shoulders picked up and he smiled and said "sure!" And the boy emptied half his bucket into my son's bucket and then ran off to find his mom I was in tears. I couldn't believe what I just saw. I told my husband to stay with our son I had to follow that boy. I had to thank him and his mother. I got to him when he reached his mom and I waited a minute...he didn't even brag about how kind he was. And his mom didn't see it. I said excuse me miss, I need to tell you about your son...dont mind the tears, it's something good. I told her how this was my son's first public easter egg hunt and how her son NOTICED him and voluntarily HELPED him and was so KIND and GENEROUS. And that she was obviously doing a great job because today is a day I won't ever forget...all because of the kindness I've witnessed here, I shook the boy's hand and mom's, And mom was so proud of her son...as she should be saltinthewind 3 points 2 hours ago Omg I was bawling by the time I got to the end of your story. For both you and the other mom Im crying so hard.

Im crying so hard.