The many ways to tie a scarf. I think NYC looks the most difficult but also the cutest. Which one’s your favorite?
reblogging for future reference
I’m reblogging not only because these are the most detailed instructions I’ve seen for tying scarves, but because I love the extra instructions at the end—“Laugh maniacally”.
For people who can wear scarves well.
(I am short and bosom-y. Not a good look.)
Eh, I am shorter (though maybe less bosom-y), and I manage. ;)
(I never do anything like that first one, though…)
Yes, but you’ve always been cuter so you can get away with it!
I’m pretty sure all those steps translate to
1. Be a fucking wizard
sixpenceee I lived one street over from El Paso High. I could see the building easily from my bedroom window, since it was a very large ad towering building (it sits on a hill pretty much). It being the desert (and my parents not believing in air conditioning really). I often slept on with my head next to the open window. There were so many nights that the lights would flicker on and off on in the middle of the night on the very top floor, which was used as storage. The lights weren’t consistant, like a janitor checking rooms, but random and would happen to rooms that were far enough away that no person could really run between to work them. They always held the the theatre competitions there, because they have a gorgeous stage. One time I was working the light board, we were performing “One flew over the Cuckoo Nest”. I was following along waiting for one of my cues when I heard in a deep male raspy voice “Not yet”… I turned to to my friend (both of us are female) who was running sound to ask what was going on, just to see her staring behind us and whispered, “that wasn’t me….”. We were the only ones upthere, and our stage manager was also female, had to run back stage as her radio kept turning on and off with a lot of static so she wasn’t there with us…. Yeah… I wanted to leave right then and there…
El Paso’s High School happens to be one of the oldest buildings in that city.
Eerie reports from students and faculty include urban legends surrounding the building’s fourth floor, which is said to be inhabited by a thick mist.
Some have linked the phenomena to a tragedy dating back 35 years, when a student slashed her wrists and dove from the fourth floor balcony to her death.
Her spectral shape has been sighted on the balcony, waving to visitors or recreating her fatal jump, and is also seen roaming the hallways, crying .
The picture below dated 1985, showing the unidentified woman in the center whose features are blurred and distorted. According to students who posed for the photo, no one recognized her from the day the picture was taken… and some say she was never there.
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Also a group of teachers found a small sealed-up classroom behind a brick wall. The room had been left exactly as it was when the last class left, with students’ personal items still on the desks. One such item was a love letter from a teenage girl… and a haunting suicide note.
why didn’t i know about her?!!
she is everything.
get into lagoon and she who fears death immediately.
i trust your judgement. new additions to my summer reading list ayyy