2001 Greyhound Bus Attack

On the 3rd of October 2001, Damir Igric boarded the Greyhound bus which left Chicago and headed for Orlando. Whilst on route past Nashville, Tennessee, Igric lunged at the drive with a knife, slit his throat and grabbed the steering wheel. The bus carrying 39 people crashed and rolled over. Igric smashed through the windscreen and died instantly the driver survived but six people died in the collision.

During the trip Igric repeatedly approached the driver asking how long and asked a female passenger if he could have her seat.

The Croatian native had a history of mental health problems


Greenough Family Massacre

Labelled as “one of the worst crimes in Western Australia”, the Greenough Family Massacre was deemed that graphic that details of the murder were withheld from public knowledge. Cries for the return of the death penalty were also heard.

On the 21st of February 1993, after smoking weed, drinking alcohol and taking amphetamines, William Mitchell pulled up at Karen Mackenzie’s home. Karen’s 16 year old son Daniel heard Mitchell arrive and went outside. Mitchell got out, grabbed an axe and then killed Daniel. Inside the home, Karen was asleep in the lounge when she was killed with the axe and then raped. Mitchell’s attention then turned to her other children, 7 year old Amara and 5 year old Katrina.

William Mitchell was sentenced to life with no parole for 20 years

In September 2013 and October 2016 Mitchell’s parole has been denied

My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. And I shouldn’t want you.
—  Cassandra Clare, City of Glass (The Mortal Instruments, #3)

Hearing Eric and Dylan in the background gives me chills, Jesus.

So weird how I’m able to see all different parts of them, including their vulnerable and lonely parts, in videos, journals, etc, and then hear/see something like this from the day of the massacre. There’s something so unsettling about it.

I crave him.

His mature hands touching my body.
His warm breath brushing my neck.
Pushed against a wall.
Alone. Only with him.
No one who could stop us.
I can’t think about anything else.
The craving gets stronger with every minute.

An actual conversation that happened today
  • Me: so what's the oldest you'd date?
  • Friend: ummm 19 I think
  • Other friends: what omg that's like 3 whole years older than you
  • Friend : i know but if I really loved someone age wouldn't matter
  • To me 19 is abit old but love is love right
  • Other friends: true but 3 years is abit too old. Like that's too old
  • Me : sweating nervously