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Google owns common misspellings of its own name as well, including gooogle.com, gogle.com, and googlr.com. They also own 466453.com which is google spelled out on the phone. (From this article) 

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tomorrowwillsurelybesunny:

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Sometimes when my mom calls me from downstairs and I have absolutely NO idea what she said, I shout back “OK” and hope that’s enough. 

what if it was a monster asking if it could eat your mother in her voice and you said OK

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fagshionista:

This creepy ass doll lives in the theatre prop loft at school. I hate it. sixpenceee, thoughts?

It resembles a Little Miss No Name Doll


In 1965, Hasbro did something a little more different than the usual barbie doll. They made a collection of sad little dolls, with big brown eyes. One of them has a tear drop on her face, and is wearing a rag. She’s holding out her hand as if asking for a coin. This type of doll wasn’t a huge seller at all. (source)

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fagshionista:

This creepy ass doll lives in the theatre prop loft at school. I hate it. sixpenceee, thoughts?

It resembles a Little Miss No Name Doll

In 1965, Hasbro did something a little more different than the usual barbie doll. They made a collection of sad little dolls, with big brown eyes. One of them has a tear drop on her face, and is wearing a rag. She’s holding out her hand as if asking for a coin. This type of doll wasn’t a huge seller at all. (source)

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Well damn Jessica 

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Well damn Jessica 

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THE VOICES
I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 
I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.
At first it’s soft.
"Please help me."
I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.
“PLEASE. PLEASE.”
It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.
“COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.”
I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish, my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.
“PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”
I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.
"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."
My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. 
"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late, but I’m hearing the voices again."
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sixpenceee:

THE VOICES

I remember reading this creepy story years ago, but I’ve searched and searched and I can not find it at all, so here’s my own written version of it: 

I hate sleeping alone. I know, I’m older and I shouldn’t be afraid of the monster under my bed, but this monster is inside my head. It’s a voice.

At first it’s soft.

"Please help me."

I look around my room. Complete darkness. There’s nothing around me. The disembodied voice continues to get louder and more demanding.

PLEASE. PLEASE.

It’s booming now. I’ve tried to tell my mother about the voice many times before, but she ignores me. The voice vibrates against my skull.

COME ON. I’M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU.

I put the palm of my hands against my ears to try and shut it out. Sometimes it works. I really wish, my mom would help me. She barely talks to me anymore these days. I hear it again.

PLEASE!!!!!! JUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!!”

I feel two icy hands on my shoulders, and I jump out of bed. This was it. I’ve had enough. I run to my mother’s room.

"Mom! Mom! The voices are back. Please let me just sleep with you for tonight."

My mom immediately wakes up and rolls over. Her eyes are wide open with concern. She takes out her cell phone and dials in a number. 

"Hello? Doctor? I’m sorry for calling this late, but I’m hearing the voices again."

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Hoping a blog like sixpenceee picks up this post, because I think it’s really cool.

I was working in a pub today, and an old man and his wife were sat at the bar showing everybody this picture. According to them it was taken at an old textiles mill, now a museum, in my area. The man claims to be a sceptic, as does his wife, but neither of them can find a way to explain this picture. They claim that the seats behind the man were empty when this picture was taken, but a hand and face are clearly visible. I thought this was really cool and wanted to share it with everyone

man-breast:

Hoping a blog like sixpenceee picks up this post, because I think it’s really cool.

I was working in a pub today, and an old man and his wife were sat at the bar showing everybody this picture. According to them it was taken at an old textiles mill, now a museum, in my area. The man claims to be a sceptic, as does his wife, but neither of them can find a way to explain this picture. They claim that the seats behind the man were empty when this picture was taken, but a hand and face are clearly visible. I thought this was really cool and wanted to share it with everyone

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HANGING COFFINS
In the Toraja culture, the dead are sometimes placed in wooden caskets hanging from the side of cliffs. The coffins are beautifully decorated with geometrical shapes. But over time the wood begins to rot and the bleached bones of the deceased often become exposed. 
SOURCE
THE WALKING DEAD OF THE TORAJA

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HANGING COFFINS

In the Toraja culture, the dead are sometimes placed in wooden caskets hanging from the side of cliffs. The coffins are beautifully decorated with geometrical shapes. But over time the wood begins to rot and the bleached bones of the deceased often become exposed. 

SOURCE

THE WALKING DEAD OF THE TORAJA

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FIRE WALKING

Here you see gifs of people walking across hot coals that are over 1000 degrees F (535 degrees C). 

Some say it’s a mind over matter phenomena. UCLA physics say it’s because when someone walks over hot coals, they walk pretty fast. It takes time for heat to transfer from the coal to the feet. If a foot isn’t in contact with the coal for a long enough time period, the foot won’t get badly burned.

SOURCE & VIDEO

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