Jack~
18 years of age ~ England~ I live for coffee and chocolate~
No pasaran!

joshhutchercat:

tryna come up with a good text post like

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blackfinesse:

black girl supremacy in a gifset

(Source: czasemsraczkaczasemnie)

  • me: my arm hurts
  • mom: it's the computer
  • me: my eyes hurt
  • mom: it's the computer
  • me: i have a nosebleed
  • mom: it's the computer
  • me: i have a fever
  • mom: are you sure it's not the heat from the computer
  • me: im pregnant
  • mom: it's the computer
  • me: i fell down the stairs & hurt my tailbone
  • mom: the computer pushed you didnt it

polemccartney:

and the winner is……….leonardo……….da vinci!!! congratulations on mona lisa

unexplained-events:

The Girl In Blue
In 1933, a girl dressed all in blue came to Willoughby, Ohio on a Greyhound bus. After spending the night at a boarding school and getting to meet everyone she decided to take a train to New York. Upon seeing the train, she dropped her luggage and sprinted for it. She was hit and killed by the train. No one knew her name or whether her death was an accident or a suicide.The only thing on her person was 90 cents and a ticket to Pennsylvania. 
Her identity remained a mystery until a title agency researched through some records and found her name — Josephine Klimczak. County records, however, have not changed the death certificate; she is still listed as The Girl in Blue.
The bottom of the grave reads “Unknown but not forgotten.”

unexplained-events:

The Girl In Blue

In 1933, a girl dressed all in blue came to Willoughby, Ohio on a Greyhound bus. After spending the night at a boarding school and getting to meet everyone she decided to take a train to New York. Upon seeing the train, she dropped her luggage and sprinted for it. She was hit and killed by the train. No one knew her name or whether her death was an accident or a suicide.The only thing on her person was 90 cents and a ticket to Pennsylvania. 

Her identity remained a mystery until a title agency researched through some records and found her name — Josephine Klimczak. County records, however, have not changed the death certificate; she is still listed as The Girl in Blue.

The bottom of the grave reads “Unknown but not forgotten.”

sannapersikka:

Pick up each other’s habits

Solitude.

It is a warm, foggy summer’s night. I walk down the bank to the quayside. The buildings here are new, but they feel old, as if from another world. I drift between them as a ghost, observing. There are no passersby. I am alone.

They are not immediately visible, but just over the red brick wall stand two great black cannons, gazing out across the water. They wait patiently, as they have for centuries now, for the inevitable invasion; for the Spanish battleships to finally reach British shores. They will defend us til they are no more, yet their dark presence is menacing. Would they turn on us?

There is a secret beach hidden beyond the red brick wall. It is tiny, encased by a rotten wooden pier and the walls of the marina. Roughly fifty metres out a rowing boat floats away from shore, untethered and empty inside. A small round object floats nearby it, perhaps a rusted metal barrel? I came to this beach as a child, with my father. There is nothing familiar about it now though. I must move on.

I am not truly secluded until I am clear of the new-old buildings, the cannons, the forbidden shore and the forgotten flotsam. The only souls out here are the souls of the rocks, of the river, of the lights dancing in the sky. The fog is thickest here. The ripples in the river are clear cut like a diamond, and the air around me illuminates as the guiding beam from the lighthouse passes over. I feel it washing over me each revolution, exposing my sins. My heartbeat becomes fast in the anticipation of fear.

Judgement comes to me in the form of two black masses.

On my left a robed silhouette looks down from the top of the hill. He reminds me of Zeus: a protective creator, but a wrathful and imperfect one as well. It is Lord Collingwood, naval defender of the realm and Tynemouth’s sentinel, ever-ready for the oncoming battle.

On my right a darkness rises from the ocean, revealed by the retreating tides. Ebony skeletal hands reach out through the water towards me. I feel death emanating from them. They are the infamous Black Middens, thrown there by the Devil to curb the wealthy sea trade of the region. They once claimed five ships and thirty-four lives in three days of storms, despite lurking eerily close to dry land.

I stand between a vengeful God and a natural evil and the question arises in my head: which is worse?

I don’t know. I never will.

The only thing I know for certain is this: I am alone.

I went on a late night walk along the Fish Quay in North Shields tonight and it was a really creepy experience. Anyway I felt rather inspired when I got back and I had to write something about it so I wrote a short piece of narrative. I’ll post it here. It’s framed as an existential crisis with the central theme being seclusion because honestly I felt so alone out on the promenade and it terrified me. I hope you enjoy it. I’d like to hear your feedback if you have any!

corycideswrites:

I also went down to Fish Quay on Sunday. I probably shouldn’t make an ice cream part of my weekly routine…or should I?

keifeh:

An olde’ photograph of mine, taken down at North Shields Fish Quay. I recall diving out of the car with the tripod & camera, composing the shot and getting out of there ASAP! On the waters edge with so many drunkards around didn’t seem like the brightest idea of mine… Worth it though!

keifeh:

An olde’ photograph of mine, taken down at North Shields Fish Quay. I recall diving out of the car with the tripod & camera, composing the shot and getting out of there ASAP! On the waters edge with so many drunkards around didn’t seem like the brightest idea of mine… Worth it though!