...Something Strange

Natalie. Wisconsin Native. "Lose one friend. Lose all friends. Lose yourself." -Plays With Squirrels (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-45800002-1', 'tumblr.com'); ga('send', 'pageview');

[groovynatalie]

Old timey chatrooms don’t exist anymore and Omegle is a lie.

[micdotcom]

#BuyPens campaign raises $145,000 for Syrian refugees in just three days

#BuyPens began after Norwegian activist Gissur Simonarson posted a photo of a destitute Syrian man selling pens in the streets of Beirut, Lebanon, while carrying his 4-year-old daughter in his arms. Simonarson was able to find the man, identified as Abdul Halim, and has since set up a wildly successful Indiegogo for them. 

[groovynatalie]

This is very inspiring. But more importantly, why is no one talking about how Gissur Simonarson looks just like Abdul?

[groovynatalie]

Tumblr feels isolating. I just moseyed over because my roommate and I are currently bonding by sitting on our respective computers occasionally speaking to one another, which I actually really enjoy which is why I’m not going to bed, so I just like popped my head in and instantly felt this heaviness in my chest just from being on here.

I didn’t even look at anything or go back through my own blog. I just scrolled through my dash, which is vastly different than it used to be because most people I follow dropped off and the people who didn’t have evolved and changed but I still just feel really isolated here. 

[groovynatalie]

There are a few people on my Facebook feed that graduated from Winona this past weekend and part of me is like, “That coulda been me too.” And then a bigger part of me is like “I’ve done better for myself here, where I am now.” And then there is a weird part of me that keeps whispering, “But have you really?”

[groovynatalie]

Hi, my name is Natalie and I’m going to kill Tim.

[magicalfanaticism-blog]

Memento Mori the Haunted Mansion shop in Liberty Square, MagicKingdom at the Walt Disney World Resort.  

[stayy0ungandwild]

[micdotcom]

Watch: Monica Lewinsky delivers a brilliant and passionate TED Talk about ending online harassment and the “culture of humiliation”

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[myfairylily]

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[groovynatalie]

Okay but back to business. Let’s talk about the nightmares I have been having lately.

So Sunday I took a nap, like a good nap, and I had three nightmares in the hour and a half nap I took. I occasionally have “bad dreams” but nothing that wakes me up in terror like when I was little. But Sunday, in the middle of the day I had one dream that woke me that I do not remember but I woke up in a holy panic, but went back to sleep, then had two back to back nightmares about the bank getting robbed that woke me up in terror.

And then last night I had a really vivid nightmare. Emily, Jake Smith, and I were hanging out in a basement. I don’t know why. But that’s how dreams work. Then Jake decided to go to KwikTrip which is a valid thing that my friends and I do in real life, so Dream Jake was justified in going. Emily and I stayed behind and just chilled in the basement, and then we heard this little kid calling out “Daddy. Daddy where are you?” And it became clear that this was Jake’s kid for some unknown reason, and we were in his grown up house and he had a son and a wife. Told you, vivid dream. So I went up stairs to check up on this small boy to tell him that his dad would be right back, and then I insisted that Emily come upstairs with me but she wasn’t coming and I was halfway up the stairs like “Emily, Emily. Emily. Come upstairs with me. I need you.” And then we got upstairs, finally, and the little boy was standing on the edge of the pool and he looked at me and was like, “I want to find my daddy” and then he jumped into the pool and I tried to save him but he drowned and Jake’s wife woman was SCREAMING. And then I woke up. In a holy panic. Like, my heart was racing and I was just afraid like I used to be afraid when I would have nightmares about ghouls and goblins. But this was a nightmare about accidentally killing the fictional child of my neighbor/friend.

And I don’t know why I have been having so many “real life” scenario nightmares lately, but they are getting annoying and exhausting. 

[groovynatalie]

SPREAD SHEETS

[morbidology]

Supposedly haunted by the 20 “witches” who were put to death in 1692 and 1693 during the Salem Witch Trials, Salem is a popular destination for those fascinated by the paranormal and morbid. Some of the “witches” are said to haunt the place they were hanged, Gallow Hills, while other supposedly haunt other areas in the town. One of the must see sights is the House of Seven Gables, pictured above. 

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[immervision]

how wonderful is it that we laugh because our bodies cannot contain the joy 

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