Do iiiit. You know you want to >__> *nudges* I'm not a creepy stalker that just wants personal information...or am I? *scratches chin and then ducks behind a corner
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You made me chuckle happily at these replies lol <3 Love your Ruki growly-face icon too!!!
Lol I'm expecting it any week now >>;;
OMG ME TOO!!! I used to like... run on all fours and neigh and obsess over horse paraphernalia... ._. I'm not a freak, I swear *hides face in shame*
I drink girly cocktails like if I'm eating or just hanging out (or on the rag and trying to not be drunk, cuz drinking while bleeding is bad) but I go for the hard shit when I'm int he mood to party lol. I'm really black and white like that. :p And my metabolism is so stupid fast, I'm only really drunk for like 5 minutes at a time and then fine again. So drinking heavily never had much appeal for me, cuz it just doesn't do anyhting for me :p
HAHAHA victory
I was like 9 or 10 and playing chicken on the monkey-bars with mittens on.
Haha thankieeee~ <3
I have what's called the "family nose" and the "family space" (tho 10 years of braces closed the space in my teeth lol)
Ghosts... hmmm... I was in Salem on Halloween week doing a ghost hunt walk tour thing... We passed a building that used to be a tall bank, like 4-5 stories high, back in the early 1900's. There was a fire one day and a little girl got trapped on the top floor. No one was able to help her, and she died calling for her mother. One minute I'm laughing with my friends, the next I feel this little hand tugging on me and overwhelming sadness and I burst into tears out of nowhere. The guide said she wanders the area looking for strangers to help her find her mother and sometimes latches onto people. T^T It really freaked out my group when I started crying out of nowhere. Being Sensitive didn't help my cause either >>;
At school a few years ago, when I was part of the pagan club, we were in our ritual room and I got attacked by one of the campus ghosts. He was ultra pissed that we were using the room without his permission. Again, being Sensitive fucked me over XD I started bawling and almost hyperventilated myself out cold after he took a vicious hold of my journey and threw me for a few loops. We left early that day and I never really went back to the room again, tho I remained with the club for other activities.
When I was about 13, my great grandmother died. A few days after the funeral, she arrived in my room and basically just hung out, keeping an eye on me and my mom (who liked to just walk in and feel her presence or something). After about a year she finally was satisfied enough to move along.
When my uncle died of cancer, after the formalities of funeral and shiva, when we were putting the stone on his grave site, I saw a white butterfly come down and land on the stone for a few minutes and then fly off again. It was only like April or May, and still too cold for butterflies this far north. That was when I realized his grave was only a pile of earth and stone and he was fully gone. My grandparents and dad still visit now and then, but I don't bother; he's gone, there's no point.
Oh! And inexplicably, we once had a walker in our upstairs hallway. Mom and I knew about it for years and thought it was kind of funny, but he wasn't bothering anyone, just... idk, pacing now and then at night. But my dad is a really light sleeper and at some point it got so obvious, even he, who doesn't beleive in anything remotely supernatural, was like "omg you guys, there's SOMETHING walking in the hallway! O_O" Me and mom were like "lol duh." (I asked him to leave after that, since it was kind of freaking out my dad XD Mr. Walker gave me no complaints. ^^v)
I've also communicated with hide in a dream once, on the anniversary of his death. He was very kindly and sweet, like a big-brother kind of guy, and he was like "seriously, don't be sad about me anymore <3" I think he wanted people to be happy for the things he'd done. The negativity was what was keeping him from going... I kind of blame Yoshiki a bit for that >>; The man doesn't deal with grief well at all. :(
*scratches head* Yeah, I realize I sound completely looneytunes... eheh .______.;;;;; My apologies~
Lol I'm expecting it any week now >>;;
OMG ME TOO!!! I used to like... run on all fours and neigh and obsess over horse paraphernalia... ._. I'm not a freak, I swear *hides face in shame*
I drink girly cocktails like if I'm eating or just hanging out (or on the rag and trying to not be drunk, cuz drinking while bleeding is bad) but I go for the hard shit when I'm int he mood to party lol. I'm really black and white like that. :p And my metabolism is so stupid fast, I'm only really drunk for like 5 minutes at a time and then fine again. So drinking heavily never had much appeal for me, cuz it just doesn't do anyhting for me :p
HAHAHA victory
I was like 9 or 10 and playing chicken on the monkey-bars with mittens on.
Haha thankieeee~ <3
I have what's called the "family nose" and the "family space" (tho 10 years of braces closed the space in my teeth lol)
Ghosts... hmmm... I was in Salem on Halloween week doing a ghost hunt walk tour thing... We passed a building that used to be a tall bank, like 4-5 stories high, back in the early 1900's. There was a fire one day and a little girl got trapped on the top floor. No one was able to help her, and she died calling for her mother. One minute I'm laughing with my friends, the next I feel this little hand tugging on me and overwhelming sadness and I burst into tears out of nowhere. The guide said she wanders the area looking for strangers to help her find her mother and sometimes latches onto people. T^T It really freaked out my group when I started crying out of nowhere. Being Sensitive didn't help my cause either >>;
At school a few years ago, when I was part of the pagan club, we were in our ritual room and I got attacked by one of the campus ghosts. He was ultra pissed that we were using the room without his permission. Again, being Sensitive fucked me over XD I started bawling and almost hyperventilated myself out cold after he took a vicious hold of my journey and threw me for a few loops. We left early that day and I never really went back to the room again, tho I remained with the club for other activities.
When I was about 13, my great grandmother died. A few days after the funeral, she arrived in my room and basically just hung out, keeping an eye on me and my mom (who liked to just walk in and feel her presence or something). After about a year she finally was satisfied enough to move along.
When my uncle died of cancer, after the formalities of funeral and shiva, when we were putting the stone on his grave site, I saw a white butterfly come down and land on the stone for a few minutes and then fly off again. It was only like April or May, and still too cold for butterflies this far north. That was when I realized his grave was only a pile of earth and stone and he was fully gone. My grandparents and dad still visit now and then, but I don't bother; he's gone, there's no point.
Oh! And inexplicably, we once had a walker in our upstairs hallway. Mom and I knew about it for years and thought it was kind of funny, but he wasn't bothering anyone, just... idk, pacing now and then at night. But my dad is a really light sleeper and at some point it got so obvious, even he, who doesn't beleive in anything remotely supernatural, was like "omg you guys, there's SOMETHING walking in the hallway! O_O" Me and mom were like "lol duh." (I asked him to leave after that, since it was kind of freaking out my dad XD Mr. Walker gave me no complaints. ^^v)
I've also communicated with hide in a dream once, on the anniversary of his death. He was very kindly and sweet, like a big-brother kind of guy, and he was like "seriously, don't be sad about me anymore <3" I think he wanted people to be happy for the things he'd done. The negativity was what was keeping him from going... I kind of blame Yoshiki a bit for that >>; The man doesn't deal with grief well at all. :(
*scratches head* Yeah, I realize I sound completely looneytunes... eheh .______.;;;;; My apologies~
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