HEY TUMBLR, LET’S PLAY A GAME
To play this game, go to MapCrunch, select “hide location”, make sure you have all countries unselected, and click go. What this will do is drop you in a random part of the world. It’s as if you woke up on the side of a road in an unfamiliar country. The goal of the game is to find your way to an airport so you can return home.
Bonus Hard Mode: No using outside sources, and that includes using google maps to figure out your location from signs or landmarks
…I had plans today but now.
THE AIRPORT GAME IS BACK.
FUCK THIS GAME
LAST TIME I PLAYED IT DUMPED ME IN THE MOUNTAINS OF NORWAY
I PLAYED FOR LIKE 8 HOURS BEFORE BREAKING DOWN CRYING
OMG NO STOP THIS GAME IS MY LIFE!!!
WHY IS THIS BACK
I HAVEN’T USED THIS GIF SINCE FEBRUARY
Always reblog Mapcrunch when someone tries to bring it back
…it dropped me in my hometown.
This is beautiful. And on the topic of sleepovers and kids getting stuck in uncomfortable situations: My mom and I had a code, ever since my first sleepover. I would always call home to say goodnight, and if I asked “How is the cat doing?”, it meant that I wasn’t comfortable and I wanted her to pick me up. I did use this code a few times, and whenever I did, my mom came up with the excuses for me. I was never stuck at a sleepover I didn’t want to be at - and as a child with anxiety and social phobia, this was a great system.
posts like these are the reason i love tumblr
Once, I was at a friend’s birthday party, and they began to play strip poker and 7 minutes in heaven and immature stuff like that. I am the biggest virgin that you’ve ever known, so I pretended like my phone was vibrating, punched in my mom’s speed dial, and when she answered, I said “Hey mom, whatcha need? *Pause* oh, okay. So I have to come home now? Yeah, sorry, I’ll clean my room right when I get there. *pause* ten minutes? Okay, that works. See ya.” and she understood exactly what I wanted, and she came and picked me up, and even scolded me in front of my friends for ‘not cleaning my room’. I’ve used this so many times, it isn’t funny. My mom is so understanding each time.
And now I must hug my mother and post 5 million mom appreciation posts.
This is my 6 year old cousin D’Airah. I know saying that this is all true won’t make you believe me any more but that doesn’t change the fact that it is.
Seven years ago, my grandmother lay dying of MRSA in a hospital. She only had rare moments of even partial lucidity and one of the last things she ever spoke was to my aunt who was pregnant.
She’d known previously that Ava (her youngest) was pregnant but she’d probably forgotten in her illness. When reminded her that Ava was having another child, she responded by rubbing her baby bump and smiling happily. “My baby’s having a baby,” she exclaimed. Ava, clad in face mask and a protective hospital gown for obvious reasons could on smile and cry.
D’airah was born a few months after her funeral. She was always crazy intelligent. She spoke her first word at 6 months (her sister’s name) and she was potty trained at 18 months before she could even sit on the toilet by herself without falling in. She’s has an extensive vocabulary that had freaked my best friend out when the first met. Currently she’s the youngest in her class but also is at the top of it.
That’s not what’s freaky about her though. What’s freaky is that for as long as she could put it into words, she’s been saying that she could see our grandmother and every time she would visit, she’d be a different age. Know I wasn’t into paranormal, ghost and religion and what not but my family was, so I just thought it was a little girl trying to get attention, until a month ago.
I was baby sitting her and we were watching cartoons in her room when her bedroom door began to swing open of its own accord. “Well that’s freaking me out,” I said as I shut the door.
"Hey! You slammed the door in my grandma Bettie’s face!" I froze.
" What?" I asked as she came over and opened the door again.
"Grandma is here," she explained casually.
I sort of demanded that she give me details about her because I didn’t believe but oh how I wanted to. She described her as wrinkly, wearing a striped muumuu (she liked muumuus) and a bonnet. I was silent as she ran to get three peanuts that her father happened to roast that day (also something my grandmother liked), one for each of us.
I don’t know if I believed her, I still don’t know, but I’d rather go along with it and have it not be real than have my grandma there and not say anything.
"Tell her I’m sorry."
"Why are you sorry?"
I refused to tell her that the guilt of not valuing her as a kid because I thought she was boring and manipulative(she was, my mom even says so) was still eating at me seven years later. Instead I said, “She’ll know. Did you tell her?”
"She can hear you."
"Well what did she say?"
"She says she knows that you didn’t mean it and that she loves you and that she forgives you."
I didn’t ask about her anymore. This is only one piece of her strangeness though.
I love this so much
ROCKY HILL CEMETERY: THE TOMBSTONE THAT “BLEEDS”
I am unsure about the entire truth, but this is a description according to this website:
"There is a tombstone in Rocky Hill Cemetery that bleeds. The woman it belongs to told her husband if he remarries and his new wife is cruel to her children her tombstone will bleed. They have changed the tombstone several times and the blood keeps coming back.
They have an inscription in front of her tombstone that reads: This stone is at the grave of a mother who died leaving several small children. It is said that the husband remarried and the stepmother was very cruel to the children.”
The woman on the left is a mother from Miami who was so desperate to feed her hungry family that she was trying to steal a lot of food.
The woman on the right is Miami-Dade County Police Officer Vicki Thomas. Officer Thomas was about to arrest Jessica Robles but changed her mind at the last minute.
Instead of arresting her, she bought Robles $100 worth of groceries:
“I made the decision to buy her some groceries because arresting her wasn’t going to solve the problem with her children being hungry.”
And there’s no denying they were hungry. Robles’ 12 year old daughter started crying when she told local TV station WSVN about how dire their situation was:
“[It’s] not fun to see my brother in the dirt hungry, asking for food, and we have to tell him, ‘There is nothing here.’”
Officer Thomas says she has no question that what she did was right:
“To see them go through the bags when we brought them in, it was like Christmas. That $100 to me was worth it.”
But Officer Thomas did have one request:
“The only thing I asked of her is, when she gets on her feet, that she help someone else out. And she said she would.”
And guess what? The story gets even better.
After word got out about what happened people donated another $700 for Jessica Robles to spend at the grocery store.
And then best of all a local business owner invited her in for an interview and ended up hiring her on the spot as a customer service rep.
She started crying when he told her:
“There’s no words how grateful I am that you took your time and helped somebody out. Especially somebody like me.”
And to think it all started with one veteran police officer trusting her “instinct” instead of going “by the book”.
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