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The One Next Door: Part 5

Originally posted by nelliel66

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Sitting outside of his house, Yoongi had found it impossible to tell you about his problems earlier. Clearly, you could tell he was lying but the two of you still barely knew each other. It was still hard to say everything. Sipping from the cold glass bottle in his hand, the taste of alcohol felt good. He wasn’t much of a drinker but in this moment he had his reasons.

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Tribute to my best friend. You were always there for me, through sunshine and rain. When my dysfunctional family was crumbling down, when I was bullied in school, when the entire world seemed so bleak, you wagged your tail and smiled at me. And suddenly everything was going to be okay.

We dug giant holes in the backyard, filled it with water, jumped in and covered ourselves in mud. The best days were when we got to go to your favorite lake. You really loved to roll in duck poop and dead fish. I held you in my lap even when you smelled like rotten fish. I had to shampoo you twice and it was all so much fun.

With each divorce and remarriage, we had to move and give you away when the new place didn’t allow dogs. But somehow you always made it back to me. When emotional trauma gave me amnesia for one year, I couldn’t remember the people in my life but I remember you. If my mom had gone through with the suicide, I would have been okay because I had you.

I grew up and you grew old. Now I’m old enough to be okay on my own, and it was thanks to you. I’ll always miss you. Thank you for the 17 years of unconditional love.

Today, I fucked up... by forgetting about potatoes

For the past 3 weeks I’ve had a horrible cough, and have had nausea ever time I’ve been in my 1 bedroom apartment. Every single time I walked into it, I always got hit by this ammonia like smell that I thought were cleaning supplies.

I’ve been having to keep all my doors and windows open, which sucks because I live in a hot area and I can’t turn on the A/C doing so. And at night when I go to bed and close everything, I start coughing horribly.

Last night I was putting away stuff I got from the grocery store. I was trying to find a place to put something and I opened a drawer… I was hit by this super strong odor that made me start coughing and retching immediately. I walked away, went outside, and felt like I was about to pass out.

A few minutes later, I went back in, held my breath, and saw that I left a dozen small potatoes in there. I was told to keep them in a cool, dry place and I thought a drawer would be that.

Apparently not, they were all moldy, and that mold leaked into the wooden drawer. I picked them up, threw them out down the garbage chute, and have been aerating my apartment while I’m at work.

About a year ago, I read this story about how rotting potato gas killed almost an entire family. I assume that’s whats been making me sick (I hope at least, because then I found the problem). I’m going to get my blood checked in a few days because my lungs hurt.

TL:DR: In Latvia, even having potato can kill you.

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Bristol, England-based professional photographer Justin Quinnell turned his own mouth into a pinhole camera. He built a tiny camera using aluminum foil and a 110 film cartridge and takes awesomely unusual photos with the device inside his mouth, held in place by his back teeth. Quinnell uses his homemade camera to take tonsil-vision shots of everything from scenic travel destinations, his own feet soaking in the bathtub, a visit to the dentist and even the nightmarish image of a dead spider resting on his toothbrush as it enters his mouth. Basically he photographs anything that he thinks will make his kids laugh.

Sometimes he had to hold his mouth open, standing still, in front of his target for up to a minute for the film to be properly exposed

He said: ‘I originally invented the camera for its indestructibility, throwing it off buildings and things like that. It was after a few months of using it this way I for some reason pushed it into my mouth. Three years of Degree level photographic theory rushed through my brain and mouthy imagery evolved.’

Visit Justin Quinnell’s website to check out more of his wonderfully peculiar oral pinhole photography.

[via 22 Words and the Daily Mail]

I do not want to add you to my collection. I want you to be my entire collection. A collection of everything that you are. The words you speak, the color of your eyes, the softness of your brown hair, and your warm smile. I want to spend a lifetime collecting all of the pieces that are you and place them together neatly on a shelf somewhere safe. I want to show you off to the world like a trophy with your hand held in mine. I want to learn all of your fears and help keep your demons at bay. I want learn everything that makes you smile and give you my entire universe. I want to be able to call you mine until the end of time.

There were stories about these pictures that this was a mother tiger who lost her cubs, and the zoo gave her piglets as a replacement.

This is untrue.

This tiger is held captive at Sriracha Tiger Zoo in Thailand. Her cubs were forcibly removed from her care.

This place is more of a sideshow than a zoo, with all kinds of exhibits like this one, including a mother pig taking care of a litter of tiger cubs (she is kept in a farrowing crate).
They run a circus, allow visitors to feed tiger cubs, and also breed exotic animals for sale - including tigers for use in traditional Chinese medicine.

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This zoo and everything they do is absolutely despicable.
This is not cute. This is not funny. This is twisted and sick cruelty.

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While serial killer Richard Chase was in custody, detectives searched his apartment. What they found in the putrid-smelling place was disgusting. Nearly everything was bloodstained, including food and drinking glasses. In the kitchen, they found several small pieces of bone, and some dishes in the refrigerator with body parts. One container held human brain tissue. An electric blender was badly stained and smelled of rot.