You are just morbid as shit and are definitely related to The Addams Family

Back when I used to dye my hair black, my dad used to call me Wednesday Addams (especially since I prefer to wear my hair in braided pigtails the past few years). I'm not as dark or brooding as I seem, just a little unusual.

my comment wasn't meant to be negative or insulting so I hope you didn't take it that way.

Not at all. :)

But seriously, dude's name was Titsworth. Who wouldn't take a picture? :D

I also find cemeteries peaceful in their way, but the tend to make me sad. There are no "new" cemeteries here, so they're all replete with infant graves with lambs on the headstones from the depression. You'd (actually probably not) be amazed how many there are, and never with parents or family...because it was the depression, and people couldn't afford more than one plot...or probably even that one plot, for that matter...

But there are rows of these infant graves that make me so absolutely melancholy. Those headstones likely meant those families couldn't even eat.

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Unrelated entirely. I just want to go on the record in saying that work? It is murdering me. My vacation is week after next, though. Got a lot of sleeping and shopping to do.

And, oh, yeah...my car is going into the shop on Wednesday. Busted motor mount. Gross.

There's a whole lot of truth. There's beauty in those headstones; the artistry is charming and pretty but the fact of the matter is, there was a lot of disease in those days. Many children and mothers died in childbirth; many children died within days of being born, for reasons unknown. We have the medical capability to figure it out now (usually, but there are still some mysteries) but many sudden deaths were completely unforeseen.

Ever wonder why families used to have dozens of children? They wanted to be sure their family name would carry on, and the death rates were ridiculous. My grandmother is the youngest of 7 children, all born in the 30s and 40s. She was almost an older sister to a last child, who died in infancy and was only given the name "baby". Many years before the depression and WWII, death was even more commonplace - so much, in fact, that many homes had parlors (death/dying rooms) where they kept the body of their loved one for many days before burial, in the vain hope that they might wake up.

Sometimes (though usually reserved for the wealthy) they even took pictures of/with their deceased loved ones. (That's a whole different topic completely, but it's pretty cool.)

i find cemetaries creepy. i dont understand the beauty or comfort some have there. makes me want to dismiss them as wannabe edgy weirdos.


sorry if that offends anyone im really not tryna start a fight. that is my truth and i dont know how else to express my true feelins. maybe just say nothin at all.


anyways writing here cause im in my crib just chillin. went to put in a chew. only have fine cut (clerk gave to me by accicent once so i kept it in a drawer). how the **** do u even get a pinch of this BS in fact why is it even made.....who prefers this crap

I have heard too many old wives tales involving creepy stuff that has gone down in cemeteries or even just passing by them. I'm not a fan either. Also, I always look at the different headstones and judge how much money the person or their family had by the quality of them.

first time i made out with a girl was in a cemetary lol i just remembered that


i used to live close to one, then actually i moved in highschool close to another one. i mean walking distance both times. it was a jew cemetary and there were a bunch of urban legends about it. i went twice after dark and was scared but nothin happened

I think it would be weird to make out in a cemetery.