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Jess. Twenty-five. Nerdy. Auburn graduate.I work play at Walt Disney World and Universal Studios.

"Back in the day, women could go to school to be either nurses or teachers. Those were the only jobs they could have. Well actually, they could be prostitutes, but that doesn’t require any education."
My Grandmother
Sunday, 2 February 2014

littlestops:

This morning, I woke up to steady rain.  And so I sat in bed with my coffee, opened my great big window, and listened to it fall.  I am so dang thankful for that window, for the trees and quiet that greet me every morning.

Sierra lives with a host family just across the river from me.  They have five boys, five beautiful little french boys all with matching blonde hair and wide, easy grins.  I think that I’m kind of weirdly in love with those boys. Today I went with a few of them to the Musée Lumière, the house and museum of the Lumière brothers, who invented cinematography.  One of the boys, François, kept tapping my shoulder all afternoon, trying to trick me.  And when I walked into their apartment, he called out Saluuuuuut Abigaaaail, and the attention and approval of one that one little french boy made me feel so accepted. 

I had to renew my metro card for February.  When I got to the office, I gave my standard apology about how I don’t speak much french, and the man working was so nice.  He told me he would try to speak english and I could try to speak french, and so I gave him the few sentences I’d been practicing in my head the whole way there.  He told me that I did great and that my french was so good!  And he was TOTALLY LYING to my face, but whatever.  That felt awesome.  It felt like the same kind of pride that little kids feel when they figure out to tie their shoes or tell you how old they are.  It was great.

(The trees outside my window, and some photographs from the Lumière brothers, who also did some major work in developing color photography.  I thought that the photographs were really beautiful.  I like the haziness and the muted colors.)

My sister is in France and I am working at a theme park.

Thursday, 16 January 2014
grrwhy:

though-do-infact-shut-up:

tuulikki:

arsenic-catmint:

actionandersons:

tryingtogetradical:

eman-violence:

patchworksparrow:

did-you-kno:

Poveglia Island
Source

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The dark history of Poveglia Island began during the Roman Era when it was used to isolate plague victims from the general population.  Centuries later, when the Black Death rolled through Europe it served that purpose again.   The dead  were dumped into large pits and buried or burned.  As the plague tightened its grip, the population began to panic and those residents showing the slightest sign of sickness were taken from their homes and to the island of Poveglia kicking and screaming and pleading.  They were thrown onto piles of rotting corpses and set ablaze.  Men, women, children… all left to die in agony.  It’s estimated that the tiny island saw as many as 160,000 bodies during this time.
 The island has become a putrid area indeed.  The soil of the island combined with the charred remains of the bodies dumped there creating a thick layer of sticky ash.  The core of the island is literally human remains that has given the island a loathsome reputation, but appears to be very good for the grapevines that are planted there.  Think about that next time you partake of Italian wine!
As if the story was not disturbing enough, it gets worse.  In 1922 the island became home to a psychiatric hospital complete with a large and very impressive bell tower.  The patients of this hospital immediately began to report that they would see ghosts of plague victims on the island and that they would be kept up at night hearing the tortured wails of the suffering spirits.  Because they were already considered mad by the hospital staff, these complaints were largely ignored.
To add to the anguish of the poor souls populating this island hospital, one doctor there decided to make a name for himself by experimenting on his subjects all to find a cure for insanity.  Lobotomies were performed on his pitiable patients using crude tools like hand drills, chisels, and hammers.  Those patients and even the ones who were not privy to the doctor’s special attentions were taken to the bell tower where they were tortured and subjected to a number of inhumane horrors.
 According to the lore, after many years of performing these immoral acts, the evil doctor began to see the tortured plague ridden spirits of Poveglia Island himself.  It is said that they led him to the bell tower where he jumped (or was thrown) to the grounds below.  The fall did not kill him according to a nurse who witnessed the event, but she related that as he lay on the ground writhing in pain, a mist came up out of the ground and choked him to death.  It’s rumored that the doctor is bricked up in the hospital bell tower and on a still night, the bell can be heard tolling across the bay.  The hospital closed down.
For a time, the Italian government owned the island, but it was later sold.  That owner abandoned it in the 1960’s and was the last person to try and live there.  A family recently sought to buy the island and build a holiday home on it but they left the first night there and refused to comment on what happened.  The only fact that we do know is that their daughters face was ripped open and required fourteen stitches.
Today Poveglia is uninhabited and tourism to island is strictly forbidden.  Every now and then the lapping waves on the shore uncover charred human bones.
 Several psychics have visited the island the abandoned hospital, but all of them left scared to death of what they had sensed there.  Every now and then daredevils dodge the police patrols to explore the island, but everyone who has made it there have refused to return saying that there is a heavy atmosphere of evil and they the screams and tortured moans that permeate the island make staying there unbearable.
One report from a misguided thrill seeker who fled the island says that after entering the abandoned hospital, a disembodied voice ordered them, “Leave immediately and do not return.”
They never did.”

holy fuck

Ive got a bunch of white friends, lets do this.

Noah, I’ll grab Jesse and meet you there.

*Grabs flashlight, salt, and holy water* It’s time to exorcise. 

I don’t know how much of this can be proved, but goddam if it doesn’t have nearly all of my favourite horror tropes all combined. It’s like a perfect storm of horror urban legends.

how come i am italian and i didn’t know about this

Why do I want to go there so badly now?

My mom stayed the night there once.  The television show Scariest Places on Earth filmed there and they needed test people to check the lighting and cameras before they brought in the real family, so my mother, being the good God-fearing Christian lady that she is, went because it sounded like fun.

grrwhy:

though-do-infact-shut-up:

tuulikki:

arsenic-catmint:

actionandersons:

tryingtogetradical:

eman-violence:

patchworksparrow:

did-you-kno:

Poveglia Island

Source

The dark history of Poveglia Island began during the Roman Era when it was used to isolate plague victims from the general population.  Centuries later, when the Black Death rolled through Europe it served that purpose again.   The dead  were dumped into large pits and buried or burned.  As the plague tightened its grip, the population began to panic and those residents showing the slightest sign of sickness were taken from their homes and to the island of Poveglia kicking and screaming and pleading.  They were thrown onto piles of rotting corpses and set ablaze.  Men, women, children… all left to die in agony.  It’s estimated that the tiny island saw as many as 160,000 bodies during this time.

imageThe island has become a putrid area indeed.  The soil of the island combined with the charred remains of the bodies dumped there creating a thick layer of sticky ash.  The core of the island is literally human remains that has given the island a loathsome reputation, but appears to be very good for the grapevines that are planted there.  Think about that next time you partake of Italian wine!

As if the story was not disturbing enough, it gets worse.  In 1922 the island became home to a psychiatric hospital complete with a large and very impressive bell tower.  The patients of this hospital immediately began to report that they would see ghosts of plague victims on the island and that they would be kept up at night hearing the tortured wails of the suffering spirits.  Because they were already considered mad by the hospital staff, these complaints were largely ignored.

To add to the anguish of the poor souls populating this island hospital, one doctor there decided to make a name for himself by experimenting on his subjects all to find a cure for insanity.  Lobotomies were performed on his pitiable patients using crude tools like hand drills, chisels, and hammers.  Those patients and even the ones who were not privy to the doctor’s special attentions were taken to the bell tower where they were tortured and subjected to a number of inhumane horrors.

According to the lore, after many years of performing these immoral acts, the evil doctor began to see the tortured plague ridden spirits of Poveglia Island himself.  It is said that they led him to the bell tower where he jumped (or was thrown) to the grounds below.  The fall did not kill him according to a nurse who witnessed the event, but she related that as he lay on the ground writhing in pain, a mist came up out of the ground and choked him to death.  It’s rumored that the doctor is bricked up in the hospital bell tower and on a still night, the bell can be heard tolling across the bay.  The hospital closed down.

For a time, the Italian government owned the island, but it was later sold.  That owner abandoned it in the 1960’s and was the last person to try and live there.  A family recently sought to buy the island and build a holiday home on it but they left the first night there and refused to comment on what happened.  The only fact that we do know is that their daughters face was ripped open and required fourteen stitches.

Today Poveglia is uninhabited and tourism to island is strictly forbidden.  Every now and then the lapping waves on the shore uncover charred human bones.

Several psychics have visited the island the abandoned hospital, but all of them left scared to death of what they had sensed there.  Every now and then daredevils dodge the police patrols to explore the island, but everyone who has made it there have refused to return saying that there is a heavy atmosphere of evil and they the screams and tortured moans that permeate the island make staying there unbearable.

One report from a misguided thrill seeker who fled the island says that after entering the abandoned hospital, a disembodied voice ordered them, “Leave immediately and do not return.”

They never did.”

holy fuck

Ive got a bunch of white friends, lets do this.

Noah, I’ll grab Jesse and meet you there.

*Grabs flashlight, salt, and holy water* It’s time to exorcise. 

I don’t know how much of this can be proved, but goddam if it doesn’t have nearly all of my favourite horror tropes all combined. It’s like a perfect storm of horror urban legends.

how come i am italian and i didn’t know about this

Why do I want to go there so badly now?

My mom stayed the night there once.  The television show Scariest Places on Earth filmed there and they needed test people to check the lighting and cameras before they brought in the real family, so my mother, being the good God-fearing Christian lady that she is, went because it sounded like fun.

Wednesday, 25 December 2013
Wednesday, 27 November 2013

On their way down to Orlando, my family made the best video ever.  Surprise!

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Hey instagram (at with a cool person)

Sometimes my sister hacks my Instagram, but that’s okay because she’s pretty cute.

Hey instagram (at with a cool person)

Sometimes my sister hacks my Instagram, but that’s okay because she’s pretty cute.

Wednesday, 16 October 2013
My dad and his brother are currently in Spain hiking the Camino de Santiago, and I am so, so proud of him.  He’s been planning this trip for almost two years and they’re scattering my Aunt Julia’s ashes along the trail.  He’s keeping a trail journal and uploading videos along the way, and I know this doesn’t matter to anyone else but my family is incredible and I just wanted to share.

My dad and his brother are currently in Spain hiking the Camino de Santiago, and I am so, so proud of him.  He’s been planning this trip for almost two years and they’re scattering my Aunt Julia’s ashes along the trail.  He’s keeping a trail journal and uploading videos along the way, and I know this doesn’t matter to anyone else but my family is incredible and I just wanted to share.

Wednesday, 9 October 2013
My sister is a 6’2” hottie and a member of the Auburn University flagline and I am so ridiculously proud of her and I’m sitting here missing both of my sisters like crazy.

My sister is a 6’2” hottie and a member of the Auburn University flagline and I am so ridiculously proud of her and I’m sitting here missing both of my sisters like crazy.

Friday, 30 August 2013

My sister is visiting me this weekend and I am so so so so happy.

Thursday, 1 August 2013
My sister bought me a rape whistle and it’s the cutest darn rape whistle you ever did see.

My sister bought me a rape whistle and it’s the cutest darn rape whistle you ever did see.

 
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