you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowded street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
El Paso’s High School happens to be one of the oldest buildings in that city.
Eerie reports from students and faculty include urban legends surrounding the building’s fourth floor, which is said to be inhabited by a thick mist.
Some have linked the phenomena to a tragedy dating back 35 years, when a student slashed her wrists and dove from the fourth floor balcony to her death.
Her spectral shape has been sighted on the balcony, waving to visitors or recreating her fatal jump, and is also seen roaming the hallways, crying .
The picture below dated 1985, showing the unidentified woman in the center whose features are blurred and distorted. According to students who posed for the photo, no one recognized her from the day the picture was taken… and some say she was never there.
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Also a group of teachers found a small sealed-up classroom behind a brick wall. The room had been left exactly as it was when the last class left, with students’ personal items still on the desks. One such item was a love letter from a teenage girl… and a haunting suicide note.
IM LOSING MY SHIT
I lost it when Hans was like “Oh Hans” and Hans was like “I know”
why i love hans so much
Only one he’s gonna be happy with
Last week I shot a roll of film that I’d got free with a second hand camera. When I got back the scans I found out that the roll had already been used by the guy who gave me it and so I had double exposed it. By chance, both of us had taken a photo of a motorway landscape and this was made. His photo is from the inside of the car looking at countryside and my shot of an urban motorway is best seen on the left hand side.
This is fucking amazing
MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE
for the all too quiet, difficult nights back in brooklyn where all they could do was hold on to each other and try to block out the rest of the world; curled up next to each other in a bed that was always too small, breathing in each other like the next morning they would wake up and it would all be a terrible, perfect dream.
[both modern and 1940s era songs are included on this playlist]
End of the Line – Henry Jackman
Come Away with Me – Norah Jones
You Kill Me – Paper Route
Medicine – Daughter
I’ll Never Smile Again – Frank Sinatra
King and Lionheart – Of Monsters and Men
I Don’t Want to Walk Without You – Helen Forrest and Henry James Orchestra
A Place Only You Can Go – NEEDTOBREATHE
You Are My Sunshine – Johnny Cash
I’ll Be Seeing You – Billie Holiday
Something I Need – One Republic