my flight reservation to crete tomorrow only had one name listed (my boyfriends), so, thinking something may be up, i phoned the airline
turns out that somehow their computer system thought me buying his ticket was actually me changing the name on one ticket, despite charging me for two. so now i have had to buy another ticket, and naturally a more expensive one since its the goddamn day before i fly
at least they gave me the cost of the phantom ticket back, and at least i didnt only find this out at the airport, but still wtf
i think im lucky to a) still be flying tomorrow and b) still be flying on the same plane as my boyfriend tomorrow thank god its out of season because otherwise idk if the plane would have had any room (as it is theres like 3 people and a dog on this flight)
In our old neighbourhood there is a small family cemetery that was started back in I think the late Revolutionary era. Some not especially smart person decided to build a McMansion on the open ground in front of it, albeit with enough room between for a small yard.
In the seven years that it has been there, it has gone through at least as many owners, and not because they didn't want to live in front of a cemetery. We decided it was cursed and I honestly thought it was pretty funny, in a morbid way.
(There is a small road that goes around and down the side of a hill lined with old houses where there's a little stairway to enter the cemetery itself. It's a nice little secret place in the middle of this suburb. Shame we had to leave. Maybe I'll take you by train to my old neighbourhood and we can see it, beau.)
In our old neighbourhood there is a small family cemetery that was started back in I think the late Revolutionary era. Some not especially smart person decided to build a McMansion on the open ground in front of it, albeit with enough room between for a small yard.
In the seven years that it has been there, it has gone through at least as many owners, and not because they didn't want to live in front of a cemetery. We decided it was cursed and I honestly thought it was pretty funny, in a morbid way.
That is pretty funny, in a very morbid way.
Cemeteries used to freak me out a lot when I was younger. When I went to Civil War camp, there was always a day where we went to an away camp (still relatively close though) and it was always hosted in this civil war era cemetery. I hated that portion of camp so much when I was younger.
I have always loved cemeteries. I used to use the dates on headstones and figuring out how long people lived to learn practical arithmetic. It was really fun.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Bluh, Scotland's going to become independent and be like the best place ever even more than it is now
And meanwhile I'm stuck in a state that's about to re-elect an asshole Republican (redundant, I know) as governor
Why did I have the misfortune to be born where I was?
I have always loved cemeteries. I used to use the dates on headstones and figuring out how long people lived to learn practical arithmetic. It was really fun.
That's actually a genius way to learn arithmetic. I honestly would have never considered it myself. Then again, I was real scaredy-cat when I was a kid, especially when it came to ghost stories and the like. Well, I suppose I am still a bit of a scaredy-cat when it comes to such things. My view on ghosts has always been " I don't believe they exist, but if any ghosts are real and happen to be listening to me say this, please don't feel any obligation to prove me wrong".
I have always loved cemeteries. I used to use the dates on headstones and figuring out how long people lived to learn practical arithmetic. It was really fun.
Our cemetary's huge. Took me a good while to get to the other side of it.
I didn't look too closely at the tombstones, but a lot of them were breaking apart or fallen over. It hit the bits of me that like the aesthetics of urban decay and death.
I really wanted to be out by the end though. There's only so much being alone in a vast expanse of tombstones that I can put up with, apparently.
I have always loved cemeteries. I used to use the dates on headstones and figuring out how long people lived to learn practical arithmetic. It was really fun.
Hey, you too? Neat! My parents used to find it rather entertaining, as apparently I'd just run off the numbers left and right. I really wish there was a cemetery nearby that I could visit easily, that's be pretty fun.
My view on ghosts has always been " I don't believe they exist, but if any ghosts are real and happen to be listening to me say this, please don't feel any obligation to prove me wrong".
Pretty much the same, although the dead scare me less as hypothetical entities go than... less explicable things.
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my flight reservation to crete tomorrow only had one name listed (my boyfriends), so, thinking something may be up, i phoned the airline
turns out that somehow their computer system thought me buying his ticket was actually me changing the name on one ticket, despite charging me for two. so now i have had to buy another ticket, and naturally a more expensive one since its the goddamn day before i fly
at least they gave me the cost of the phantom ticket back, and at least i didnt only find this out at the airport, but still wtf
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
a play in two acts by Samuel Beckett
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
That's pretty rare.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Cemeteries used to freak me out a lot when I was younger. When I went to Civil War camp, there was always a day where we went to an away camp (still relatively close though) and it was always hosted in this civil war era cemetery. I hated that portion of camp so much when I was younger.
I sometimes go there after a snowstorm.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead