How does this not qualify as mistreatment and abuse of animals though?

I hope Joan Rivers was the first to welcome her at the pearly gates.

Pretty sure the kid is just having a really good poop

It seems like so many men think that if they don’t have a burning, all-consuming hatred for women in the forefront of their conscious brains, that this automatically means that they respect women. Like, if they don’t actually think the words “what a fucking cunt” they are okay.

Whoa. Emotional surrogate is a great term. I wonder if there’s any research on sociopaths seeking out people for this purpose? I’ll have to look.

Even a slider with a good lock should have a broomstick or dowl rod in it. I don’t know if prowler or Death is scarier to wake up to.

The setup that Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera had was good too. Neighboring homes connected by a catwalk on the second floor. Frida kept the kitchen in her home, ensuring Diego would take breaks from painting and philandering to eat.

Okay, I’m going to share a scary story— really more of a scary fact of my life, past, present, and future, than a single story— that only about eight people on the planet know fully about, one of which is no longer with us, making the grand total seven. And now you will know, too, random internet person! I’ve created…

Hot water, Comet, a scouring pad and elbow grease.

My freshman year of college, I attended a small women-only liberal arts college in Virginia (it’s gone co-ed in the last few years, but at this point it wasn’t). I’m from California and was a little worried about being alone on my own so far from home, so I requested a room in the dorms’ No Man Hallway. The other…

The Witches of Eastwick is such a great movie!

Ugh, Jump Scares = Lazy as fuck! It’s the main reason I can’t watch The Walking Dead anymore.

This happened at my Mom’s wake! She would speak right...in my head? Like, I could hear her perfectly! She would tell me things to say: “tell her she was my best friend and I loved all the walks we took together after dinner.” I relayed all her messages. I didn’t even question it, everything was so hard, surreal,…

When I was in my early twenties, my cousin called me in LA and told me I needed to come home immediately (NY) because they’d found cancer in my grandfather’s stomach. I was home within three days and he had already lost his vision and couldn’t eat. It was alarmingly fast.

I also hate horror films, but I did enjoy ‘The Others”. I would recommend.

I have a ghost cat, my best cat ever who disappeared to no good end. I can feel him jump on the bed and curl up next to me, sometimes when he does the other cat (alive!) starts to purr.

So I moved around a lot when I grew up, but there was one house in particular that was very very much haunted.  

A bakery I worked at had just gotten a new client, and to keep up with demand we’d had to add an overnight shift to prep stuff for the early shifts when they came in. As the manager, I worked the first few weeks of the shift myself (alone) so that I could train whoever we hired later to do it.

Not sure this is “scary” but more “wtf”

Love this feature when I discovered it last year! I wrote something up in preparation for this Halloween: