That practice wasn’t creepy in the least. Especially in the early days of photography, it was prohibitively expensive for people to have their pictures taken; the only time they might lay out the money was for a photo of their deceased loved one. Unlike today, they didn’t have constant visual reminders of a person.
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If that “specialising” is what she usually charges $500 for, somebody should come back from the dead and take revenge. Those photos are painfully amateur.
Vancouver fact: the smaller the person, the larger the umbrella.
I think it’s because they moved, Mexican-jumping bean style. I realise that’s due to the stop motion, but yeah—they always creeped me out, too.
From somebody who both never wanted her own kids and has worked hands-on with special needs children:
The most important thing you can do is to not buy into her emotions—don’t let her suck you in. And related to that, you need to give yourself permission to take mental health breaks for YOURSELF—you’re not going to do anybody any good if you spiral down with her.
Me too!
Ariana Franklin wrote a wonderful series of four books, one of which, “Grave Goods”, deals with just this very thing. I highly recommend all of them.
Yeah, I was just coming here to say this. Lots of permasmile, shit looking like cartoons, and gaining a deeper understanding of music videos was what I’ve always gotten from dropping. Never the urge to any kind of violence, let alone killing somebody.
Since nobody knows where my first choice—Boudica—is buried, I’d have to go with my second choice: St. Olga of Kiev.
When I was 14, I was really good at wearing my “Frankie Say Relax” oversized t-shirt, covering my arms in jelly bracelets, and avoiding getting shoved into lockers for reading “X-Men”.
I get all my scents from the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab, and every one I’ve tried has been amazing.
No, but since I’ve been dying it red for the last 26 years of my life, I think it probably counts, now. =P
My next-door neighbours are the apartment where the boys rescued Dad Winchester from the demons at the end of season 1. =D
My mom was never a hippie, but in the last 10 years or so, she’s gone completely off the conservative deep end. She’s scared and angry and the only thing I can think of is that Fox and the internet brainwashed her.
Terrible pic of me, but a good one of my new cut. =)
I even go to the shoots sometimes.
I love her. I’m the same way with orange, but not nearly to that extent.