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blomskvist

hauntanelle

bad news! i have no idea what im doing. good news! i will continue nonetheless.

kosmogrl

unfortunately for me spending money makes me so happy

inkskinned

a secret code between women: are you safe? in a contact of eyes. i’m here if you need me, the littlest shift of a skirt, of an inclined head, of watching the man who is asking you to smile, bitch. you aren’t alone on the walls of restrooms, i was where you are too. the quiet doling of emergency numbers, the shelters. the space between two women in a largely empty train station. the waiting game of two women strangers who walk, quietly and quickly, to their cars in abandoned parking lots, who watch to be sure the other leaves safely. text me you get home safe. the tally marks of drinks on hidden wrists, carefully disguised as other things ever since men picked up on what it meant and used it to target the “weakest link.”

my father tells me we have nothing to worry about. last night he sent me one of those email chains that say at the top “Safety Tips For The Women In Your Life!!!! Don’t Let Her Die!!”

me, and the stranger on the train. she is asleep and the man is asking me who i am going home to. i feel tears pricking the sides of my eyes. i am 13 while he towers over me. he reaches out one hand, and while i don’t know how she knows, she speaks up without opening her eyes: “If you touch my daughter, sir, I will murder you.” Whatever he grumbles is lost in history, because this moment I am so grateful for the existence of other people that I cannot breathe.

I am 19 and on my phone when i become aware of a 13 year old girl is smiling nervously at a man who’s saying disgusting things. I grab her arm. “There you are, cindy,” I say, and then look at the man like he is bile. “Do you need something from my sister?” i ask, and i walk away with her. she cries later.

this is the way of things: a silent, secret web. our promise to each other that despite our differences, when it comes to the wire, we become family, instantly. the unspoken promise. i’m here. i’m watching. i’ll witness.

unseenhex

Nicknameless's blog has been terminated by Tumblr after 14 years here. She's reached out to support, but is unsure if they will respond. She doesn't have anything in her email about the termination. She hadn't had a content warning in over 2 years, and she removed all those re-blogs when requested.

In November she bought the Tumblr Support Badge, she is a long time Tumblr user and supporter.

We would like @support help get her back here with her community of over 14 years. Please reblog this to help get @support attention, and so she can re follow you if she is forced to make a new account in the future.

ohmrsrogers

@support please respond. @nicknameless is a long standing member of our community! We need her back!!

sonofaparent-deactivated2024042

I can feel myself evolving.

You know how you look back, like ten, twenty years, and you can see clear boundaries between eras of your life? And you’re like, oh that was my rebellious phase after the divorce, and whew I really miss those friends I had then I haven’t thought about them in years. Or even, that was my South Carolina era. The last evolution I recognize in my timeline was about 9 years ago. There’s a different person on the other side of 2014. I have walked completely out of her skin and into a me I never even dreamed of ten years ago.

I let go of a longish term relationship that was a train wreck at the end. I have two more kids. I left my job of 20+ years, and then went back. There’s no possible way I could remain the same.

But it wasn’t noticeable then. Like approaching an event horizon, I felt like I was living at normal speed but really, I was cruising at the speed of light toward the singularity that is my new self. Nothing inside is observable from the outside. Only once inside the black hole can I look back and see that I’m somewhere completely new. I bet observing the change from inside is like everything happening all at once.

My life has felt out of control lately. Spinning wildly. And I feel so alone. So unprepared to navigate through the horizon that I just … don’t want to. It’s HARD and I’m TIRED. I don’t WANNA evolve ☹️

I don’t even remember if I know how to do this.

Wait.

I don’t even know if I remember how to do this.

tap tap is this thing on

Ahem. Hi. Again.

joeyridersvoid

Thinking about when I worked at a shitty restaurant + one night it was just me + 3 other women on closing shift, so some guy came in the back and waved a knife around, presumably for money but I’m not actually certain, bc he was met with the bartender holding a much bigger knife, a tiny teenager wielding a cast iron pan, an elderly woman holding up a crockpot of clearly boiling water, and me, turning on the meat slicer with eye contact for maximum effect. He left, but the moral of the story is not girl power or whatever, it’s just. Why the fuck would you threaten a room full of underpaid and sleep-deprived blue-collar workers surrounded by lethal weapons.

flipocrite

Even ignoring the quantity of workers or weaponry, I think there’s something special about specifically

using a knife

to threaten a cook

in a kitchen

earhartsease

not the

not the shar

not the sharpest kn

colourofthekites

oh we won, this is gonna be a cinematic event

lamborghinea-pig

reblog if you are full of transgender and homosexuality

fairycosmos

they dont want us to know this but the real cure to the agonies is to engage in shenanigans. tomfoolery even

unexplained-events

Mel’s Hole

In 1997 a man named Melvin Waters called into the radio show Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell. On the show he made the claim that on his property in Ellensburg Washington (Kittitas County) was a magical bottomless hole.

Mel said he sent down over 15 miles (over 80k feet) of fishing line with a weight attached to the end but was unable to find a bottom which led him to proclaim the hole as bottomless.

He stated that his neighbors mostly used it as a trash dump but some of them would use it as a place to dump their dead pets, only to be horrified when those dead pets would come back to life. He also claimed to have seen UFO activity nearby.

After his segment on the radio show was aired, he claimed that he was blocked from his own property due to some kind of “plane crash” and that he was warned by uniformed officials to not interfere and that if he did, a drug lab could easily be “found” on his property. The same uniformed officials offered to lease his property from him to which he agreed.

Local news reporters who investigated the claims found no public records of anyone named Mel Waters ever residing in, or owning property in Kittitas County

#urban legend #mels hole #mel waters