Finally finished! #asyouwish
Finally finished! #asyouwish
*the more you know*
I need to go back to school.
My learning is ofwficially insignificant. My writing minor and all those classes do not make me as qualified as reading this has.
oh god here we go, trying this for NaNoWriMo
I must try this for NaNoWriMo…even though it will probably kill me.
After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.
The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.
The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.
Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.
Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”
When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
what did i just read
Irish women are strong as fuck
Reblogging mostly for that last comment, because yes we are.
This woman was sitting across from me last night on the subway, working intently on a crossword puzzle. The man next to her leaned in, and said: “Can I help you?”
“Not if you want to be my friend,” she said. “One time I spent all day on one of these things, and the motherfucker next to me shouted out the last answer.”
So accurate. I’ve been bitten by a goose. Swans are also mean.
The Book by Patrick Symmes - You can’t buy it in any store, can’t send away for it online, and you probably won’t be able to read it if you do find it: the everywhere-and-nowhere travel bible of Israel’s combat-fatigued, footloose vagabond youth
How to Spend 47 Hours on a Train and Not Go Crazy by Nathaniel Rich - A surprisingly high percentage of long-distance-train passengers are escaping something…
How to Use a Squat Toilet by Frank Bures - You’re sitting at a bar in the middle of Nigeria when you feel a rumble below your ribcage…
Oscar Wilde would be so good at Tumblr.