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Cave In: daftalchemist: themintywitch: daftalchemist: I ever mention that I know someone whose family owned a zombie dog because that's some real shit that I get to delight with at parties Tell us that story? okay here is the story of the zombie dog this dog's name was John. they found him half drowned in a bag of puppies that were not so fortunate as he was, and was taken in immediately. he was a runt and not quite right (most likely from the whole half drowned thing), but a very loving dog the problem with John was that he smelled like death, and no one knew why. vets couldn't figure it out. it was obviously some kind of skin problem, but they had no idea what kind. all anyone knew was that if you touched him, you would smell like death too, so you couldn't pet him, and that for some reason, the only thing that made the smell go away was being around other dogs. so they got another dog and the death smell stopped and John lived a very happy life when he was getting old, maybe about 15 years, part of his skull caved in. just like that! suddenly had a huge dent in his head! and he was totally fine. didn't notice it, didn't affect him at all. just this massive dent right there in his head where his skull had collapsed in on his brain, and he was still the happiest and most loving dog. the skull cave in, for whatever reason, caused the ear on that side of his head to just fall off entirely, but again, pertectly happy dog who did not know he was down an ear and a fully formed skull. they took him to the vet, thinking maybe they should put him down. I mean, wouldn't you think so? but the vet said that the dog was eating, and pooping, and happy, so there was no reason to put him down, so they didn't but that's not even the weird part. the weird part is the area of the brain that got caved in on was apparently the area that registers pain, so this one-eared, collapsed skull dog could no longer feel any pain. he got old, his joints got stiff, his teeth rotted out of his head, his tongue hung out of his mouth and got black and hard, and he felt none of it! in fact, he was happier than he'd ever been feeling no pain, and the fact that he didn't feel how much he was falling apart somehow made him live until he was 23. that's right, the collapsed skull, one eared, zero teeth, smells like literal death when alone dog lived to be 23 years old. they used to joke that he'd been dead for years, but was too stupid to realize it yet and that's the story about the literal zombie dog my friend's family owned The story of the zombie dog
Cave In: daftalchemist:
 themintywitch:
 daftalchemist:
 I ever mention that I know someone whose family owned a zombie dog
 because that's some real shit that I get to delight with at parties
 Tell us that story?
 okay here is the story of the zombie dog
 this dog's name was John. they found him half drowned in a bag of puppies that were
 not so fortunate as he was, and was taken in immediately. he was a runt and not
 quite right (most likely from the whole half drowned thing), but a very loving dog
 the problem with John was that he smelled like death, and no one knew why. vets
 couldn't figure it out. it was obviously some kind of skin problem, but they had no
 idea what kind. all anyone knew was that if you touched him, you would smell like
 death too, so you couldn't pet him, and that for some reason, the only thing that
 made the smell go away was being around other dogs. so they got another dog and
 the death smell stopped and John lived a very happy life
 when he was getting old, maybe about 15 years, part of his skull caved in. just like
 that! suddenly had a huge dent in his head! and he was totally fine. didn't notice it,
 didn't affect him at all. just this massive dent right there in his head where his skull
 had collapsed in on his brain, and he was still the happiest and most loving dog. the
 skull cave in, for whatever reason, caused the ear on that side of his head to just fall
 off entirely, but again, pertectly happy dog who did not know he was down an ear and
 a fully formed skull. they took him to the vet, thinking maybe they should put him
 down. I mean, wouldn't you think so? but the vet said that the dog was eating, and
 pooping, and happy, so there was no reason to put him down, so they didn't
 but that's not even the weird part. the weird part is the area of the brain that got
 caved in on was apparently the area that registers pain, so this one-eared, collapsed
 skull dog could no longer feel any pain. he got old, his joints got stiff, his teeth rotted
 out of his head, his tongue hung out of his mouth and got black and hard, and he felt
 none of it! in fact, he was happier than he'd ever been feeling no pain, and the fact
 that he didn't feel how much he was falling apart somehow made him live until he
 was 23. that's right, the collapsed skull, one eared, zero teeth, smells like literal death
 when alone dog lived to be 23 years old. they used to joke that he'd been dead for
 years, but was too stupid to realize it yet
 and that's the story about the literal zombie dog my friend's family owned
The story of the zombie dog

The story of the zombie dog

Cave In: BECA TRBECA% F LM FEST VAL ECA FİLM FESTIVAL VAL FE TRIBECA FİLM FESTIVAL RBECA FILM TR BECA FILM FEST VAL FESTIVAL ︶ vox: To Carrie Fisher, a woman who knew the power of accepting yourself without apology Carrie Fisher spent a lifetime fighting people’s expectations and found a new hope in not giving a shit what I, you, or anyone else thought of her — which is exactly why I’ve always thought the world of her. My introduction to Fisher was the same as most people’s: staring up at a screen in wide-eyed admiration and wonder as her steely Princess Leia took Star Wars by storm and sheer force of will. She was a 19-year-old thrown into the twin chaoses of deep space and Hollywood, and she proved a shining star in both. But as I grew older and dove deeper into Fisher’s history and ongoing career, I discovered a life overflowing with wit, advocacy, and incredible strength. As she would be the first to tell you, Fisher’s life co-starred a devastating cocktail of addiction and mental illness. Thrust into the most competitive Hollywood echelons before she was 20 — and having grown up around it, being the daughter of singer Eddie Fisher and actress Debbie Reynolds — she absorbed whatever chemicals she could to get by, not believing the doctors who told her that her addictions were exacerbated by a form of manic depression. (She was later diagnosed as bipolar.) In 1987, with the benefit of hindsight, Fisher wrote in her semi-autobiographical novel Postcards from the Edge about the horrors of being trapped inside your own mind while outside pressures do everything they can to cave in the walls. “I shot through my 20s like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination,” she wrote. “Nowhere.” But in real life, Carrie Fisher wasn’t just going somewhere, she was going somewhere meaningful and funny and relentlessly smart. She came out of her turbulent 20s determined to forge a new path, one that defied anyone to look at her and see a girl in a gold bikini while conveniently ignoring its accompanying chains. (Fisher famously hated that stupid “outfit,” no matter how many adolescent fantasies it inspired. When promoting 2015’s The Force Awakens, she even made sure to remind everyone that the Slave Leia bikini was for a slave, “a prisoner of a giant testicle.”) Carrie Fisher wrote her way out of her own horror, from Postcards from the Edge in 1987 to her wickedly funny one-woman show Wishful Drinking in 2006, to her journal compilation The Princess Diarist, published just a month ago. All along the way, she was open about her struggles and mental health in a way that few dared — and she was funny while she did it. You don’t have to look any further than her Twitter bio — “there’s no room for demons when you’re self-possessed” — to understand exactly who Carrie Fisher was. She was crucially, completely unashamed of who she was, talking openly about her mental breaks, the psychotic episodes that would send her careening and land her in clinics. She made it clear that while she knew her brain could be an insidious Trojan horse determined to make her life hell from the inside out, she was able to persevere by accepting that reality as fact. “I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that,” Fisher told Sawyer in that 2000 interview. “I survived that, I’m still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.” Carrie Fisher took on the dark forces inside and surrounding her by finding something precious to hold onto, something to humanize, something to laugh about. She stormed through her chaotic mind and world to forge an unapologetic life, inspiring countless others — like me, and maybe even you — to do the same.
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vox:
To Carrie Fisher, a woman who knew the power of accepting yourself without apology
Carrie Fisher spent a lifetime fighting people’s expectations and found a new hope in not giving a shit what I, you, or anyone else thought of her — which is exactly why I’ve always thought the world of her.
My introduction to Fisher was the same as most people’s: staring up at a screen in wide-eyed admiration and wonder as her steely Princess Leia took Star Wars by storm and sheer force of will. She was a 19-year-old thrown into the twin chaoses of deep space and Hollywood, and she proved a shining star in both.
But as I grew older and dove deeper into Fisher’s history and ongoing career, I discovered a life overflowing with wit, advocacy, and incredible strength.
As she would be the first to tell you, Fisher’s life co-starred a devastating cocktail of addiction and mental illness. Thrust into the most competitive Hollywood echelons before she was 20 — and having grown up around it, being the daughter of singer Eddie Fisher and actress Debbie Reynolds — she absorbed whatever chemicals she could to get by, not believing the doctors who told her that her addictions were exacerbated by a form of manic depression. (She was later diagnosed as bipolar.)
In 1987, with the benefit of hindsight, Fisher wrote in her semi-autobiographical novel Postcards from the Edge about the horrors of being trapped inside your own mind while outside pressures do everything they can to cave in the walls. “I shot through my 20s like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination,” she wrote. “Nowhere.”
But in real life, Carrie Fisher wasn’t just going somewhere, she was going somewhere meaningful and funny and relentlessly smart. She came out of her turbulent 20s determined to forge a new path, one that defied anyone to look at her and see a girl in a gold bikini while conveniently ignoring its accompanying chains.
(Fisher famously hated that stupid “outfit,” no matter how many adolescent fantasies it inspired. When promoting 2015’s The Force Awakens, she even made sure to remind everyone that the Slave Leia bikini was for a slave, “a prisoner of a giant testicle.”)
Carrie Fisher wrote her way out of her own horror, from Postcards from the Edge in 1987 to her wickedly funny one-woman show Wishful Drinking in 2006, to her journal compilation The Princess Diarist, published just a month ago.
All along the way, she was open about her struggles and mental health in a way that few dared — and she was funny while she did it. You don’t have to look any further than her Twitter bio — “there’s no room for demons when you’re self-possessed” — to understand exactly who Carrie Fisher was.
She was crucially, completely unashamed of who she was, talking openly about her mental breaks, the psychotic episodes that would send her careening and land her in clinics. She made it clear that while she knew her brain could be an insidious Trojan horse determined to make her life hell from the inside out, she was able to persevere by accepting that reality as fact.
“I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that,” Fisher told Sawyer in that 2000 interview. “I survived that, I’m still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you.”
Carrie Fisher took on the dark forces inside and surrounding her by finding something precious to hold onto, something to humanize, something to laugh about. She stormed through her chaotic mind and world to forge an unapologetic life, inspiring countless others — like me, and maybe even you — to do the same.

vox: To Carrie Fisher, a woman who knew the power of accepting yourself without apology Carrie Fisher spent a lifetime fighting people’s...

Cave In: After moving in to our new House in keland we removed some of the old fumiture because the house was very old and many werent in a good shape at all. Under one big cabinet we recognized two rings in the floor and after taking out a block of bles we found this, It was a stairway down into an to us unknown cellar. After we got a flashlight we walked down this stairs to find ourselves in a big not known cellar. To this point things weren't too strange, because in Iceland people often used celars like this to kaep their food Due to the tamperatures n keland you don't need a fridge if you have something like this But after a bit of walking around in the cellar we noticed that there was a door in one of these sidealleys you can see in the picture. It wasn't locked so we went right theough to find ourselves in a long tunnel It was hard to tell how far we walked in this tunnel, but it must have been at least 1km, when the tunnel sudderly started to look natural. There were no more bricks. Instead itbecame a cave. The ground became wet and the water was about 10cm deep. It was really cold and at this point we went back to get clothes and a pair of rubber boots to go on in this tunnel. A stony cave in this part of iceland is not very strange but it looked like it was formed and enlarged by human hands. After walking another few hundred meters, the water disappeared and the tunnel was going down into a more cavelike structure. After a bit of a climb down we suddenly hit a wooden door. Ater opening it we sawa big room in which a ray of light hit a gravestone, but we couldn't read what was written on it I guess it was written in the old tongue of the Vikings. It was still magnificent and very breathtaking to see this old structure and this amazing room with its athmosphere After some more loaking around my wife ecognized a wellike structure with a skeleton beside it. Sadly my wife was so clumsy that she pushed the skeleton down into the well by accident. After moments of incredible noise, there was silence again. But then we noticed a strange noise. Drums Coming from the deep of this well Quickly we turned around back into the cave But it was too late, my wife got hit by an arow and i had to leve her behind. I ran like hell was behind me and made it back to our house after a run which seemed ike decades. I blocked the secret passage in our house and quickly, still crying about the loss of my beloved wife. started to make this post so everyone will know what hides in the deeps of iceland But what is that? Drums Drums in the deep They are coming FUNNY STUF ON MEHEPIX COM With all these “secret hidden room in the new house” posts lately…omg-humor.tumblr.com
Cave In: After moving in to our new House in keland
 we removed some of the old fumiture because
 the house was very old and many werent in a
 good shape at all.
 Under one big cabinet we recognized two rings
 in the floor and after taking out a block of bles
 we found this, It was a stairway down into an
 to us unknown cellar.
 After we got a flashlight we walked down this
 stairs to find ourselves in a big not known cellar.
 To this point things weren't too strange, because
 in Iceland people often used celars like this to
 kaep their food Due to the tamperatures n
 keland you don't need a fridge if you have
 something like this
 But after a bit of walking around in the cellar
 we noticed that there was a door in one of
 these sidealleys you can see in the picture.
 It wasn't locked so we went right theough
 to find ourselves in a long tunnel
 It was hard to tell how far we walked in this
 tunnel, but it must have been at least 1km,
 when the tunnel sudderly started to look
 natural. There were no more bricks. Instead
 itbecame a cave.
 The ground became wet and the water was
 about 10cm deep. It was really cold and at this
 point we went back to get clothes and a pair
 of rubber boots to go on in this tunnel.
 A stony cave in this part of iceland is not very
 strange but it looked like it was formed and
 enlarged by human hands. After walking
 another few hundred meters, the water
 disappeared and the tunnel was going down
 into a more cavelike structure.
 After a bit of a climb down we suddenly hit a
 wooden door. Ater opening it we sawa big
 room in which a ray of light hit a gravestone,
 but we couldn't read what was written on it
 I guess it was written in the old tongue of
 the Vikings. It was still magnificent and
 very breathtaking to see this old structure
 and this amazing room with its athmosphere
 After some more loaking around my wife
 ecognized a wellike structure with a skeleton
 beside it.
 Sadly my wife was so clumsy that she pushed
 the skeleton down into the well by accident.
 After moments of incredible noise, there was
 silence again. But then we noticed a strange
 noise. Drums Coming from the deep of this well
 Quickly we turned around back into the cave
 But it was too late, my wife got hit by an arow
 and i had to leve her behind. I ran like hell was
 behind me and made it back to our house after
 a run which seemed ike decades. I blocked the
 secret passage in our house and quickly, still
 crying about the loss of my beloved wife.
 started to make this post so everyone will know
 what hides in the deeps of iceland But what is
 that?
 Drums
 Drums in the deep
 They are coming
 FUNNY STUF ON MEHEPIX COM
With all these “secret hidden room in the new house” posts lately…omg-humor.tumblr.com

With all these “secret hidden room in the new house” posts lately…omg-humor.tumblr.com