The tallest statue in the world, Ushiku Daibutsu.
this always gives me chills
Penny Bjorkland was a normal teenager. Just like anyone you’d find in any small town in the United States. Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles, and a pony-tail. She even considered herself a “normal, average girl.” Her friends in school noticed she was really nervous, a nail biter, and a bit of a loner.
Once in school she was caught with a container of Vodka and orange juice in her locker. Although on February 2, 1959 police discovered the turnout of her minds workings.
On that day the body of August Norry was found in the Daly City hills, south of San Francisco. Norry was a twenty-eight year old landscaper, married, and about to become a father for his first time. He was known as a lady’s man, but that wasn’t much of a lead to figure out why someone had fired eighteen bullets into him.
Their best lead was a testimony of a boy who had seen a freckle-faced blonde driving Norrys car like mad away from the hills, and the .38 caliber bullets. After two months of investigating the police found the “freckle-faced blonde” by tracing the bullets. They were made by a real distinctive mold, the man that made them remembered selling them to Bjorkland.
The police picked her up at her parents’ Daly City home. Her confession the next morning answered a lot of questions. She had stolen the .38 from a friends bedroom sometime in January.
On Sunday, February 1 she left home with the army-issue handgun tucked into the waistband of her pedal pushers, but didn’t know what she was going to do. But soon she realized what she wanted to do when August Norry picked her up and offered her a ride.
When she got out of the car, she faced Norry and fired five shots into him. Going around the car, she took out fresh ammo and reloaded. When she got to the drivers side, she fired five more shots into Norry. Still unfinished she went back to the passengers side of the car and shot him more. Then took the body out of the car, and drove off.
When the police asked her about motive she replied “For about a year or a year and a half I’ve had the urge to kill someone,” she said, a bit embarrased. “I’ll admit that the motive sounds crazy, but I wanted to know if a person could commit a crime like this and not worry about the police looking for her or have it on her conscience.” And in the end she stated “I’ve felt better since I killed him.”
At her trial the reporters described her as having a “giggling disinterest.” Up until the judge read her verdict: life imprisonment. She was stunned, and stated that “I am unhappy.”
Mary Elizabeth Wilson (c. 1893 - 1963), also known as the Merry widow of Windy Nook, was a murderer and the last woman to be sentenced to death in Durham, in 1958. However the sentence was not carried out, as it was commuted to a prison sentence.
Wilson was born at Hebburn, South Tyneside, and married her first husband John Knowles in around 1912. They settled at a house in Windy Nook, Gateshead. Her lover John Russell eventually moved in with them. In 1955, Knowles died. She waited five months before marrying Russell. Her second husband died in 1956 (or early in 1957). The attending physician declared that both men had died of natural causes. Wilson inherited their money, £42.
In June 1957, Wilson married her third husband, Oliver Leonard, a retired estate agent. He died only 12 days into their marriage, leaving her £50. She soon married a fourth husband, Ernest Wilson. His estate included up to £100, a bungalow and a life insurance. He died within the year. This time, she did not even bother to attend the funeral.
By this time Wilson had become a main figure of local gossip, concerning both the frequency at which her spouses died and her rather cheerful attitude towards the pattern; she had joked at her latest wedding reception that left-over sandwiches would be fresh enough to use in the next funeral. She had also asked for a trade discount from the local undertaker, for providing him with plenty of business. These instances of morbid humor brought her to the attention of the police.
An exhumation of the bodies of her last two husbands revealed high levels of phosphorus. Her defense claimed the substance was contained in their medication. Wilson was convicted of murdering two of her four husbands with beetle poison in 1956 and 1957. The remains of her earlier two husbands were exhumed at a later date and pointed to the same cause of death. There was no reason, however, to have a second trial.
While Wilson was sentenced to death, her advanced age allowed her to get a reprieve. Her sentence was commuted to life imprisonment. She died while incarcerated at Holloway.
Some infamous killers and their nicknames
Richard Angelo, “Angel of Death”
Martha Beck and Raymond Fernandez, “Lonely Hearts Killers”
David Berkowitz, “Son of Sam”
Kenneth Bianchi and Angelo Buono, “Hillside Stranglers”
William Bonin, “Freeway Killer”
Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, “Moors Murderers”
Harvey Louis Carignan, “Want-Ad Killer”
David Carpenter, “Trailside Killer”
Richard Chase, “Vampire of Sacramento”
Andrei Chikatilo, “Mad Beast”
Reg Christie, “Monster of Rillington Place”
Douglas Clark, “Sunset Slayer”
Carroll Cole, “Bartfly Strangler”
Dean Corll, “Candyman”
Jeffrey Dahmer, “Milwaukee Cannibal”
Theo Durrant, “Demon of the Belfry”
Albert Fish, “Moon Maniac”
John Wayne Gacy, “Killer Clown”
Carlton Gary, “Stocking Strangler”
Ed Gein, “Plainfield Ghoul”
John Wayne Glover, “Granny Killer”
Vaughn Greenwood, “Skid Row Slasher”
Belle Gunness, “Lady Bluebeard”
Fritz Haarmann, “Vampire of Hanover”
John George Haigh, “Acid Bath Killer”
William Heirens, “Lipstick Killer”
Gary Heidnik, “Sex-Slave Killer”
Dr. H. H. Holmes, “Chicago Bluebeard”
Keith Jesperson, “Happy Face Killer”
Edmund Kemper, “Co-ed Killer”
Paul John Knowles, “Casanova Killer”
Peter Kürten, “Monster of Düsseldorf”
Pedro Lopez, “Monster of the Andes”
Richard Macek, “Mad Biter”
William MacDonald, “Sydney Mutilator”
Earle Leonard Nelson, “Gorilla Murderer”
Thierry Paulin, “Monster of Montmartre”
Jesse Pomeroy, “Boy Fiend”
Heinrich Pommerencke, “Beast of the Black Forest”
Richard Ramirez, “Night Stalker”
Melvin Rees, “Sex Beast”
Angel Maturino Resendez, “Railway Killer”
Danny Rolling, “Gainesville Ripper”
Charles Schmid, “Pied Piper of Tuscon”
Lucian Staniak, “Red Spider”
Peter Sutcliffe, “Yorkshire Ripper”
Coral Eugene Watts, “Sunday Morning Slasher”
Randall Woodfield, “I-5 Killer”
Source: The Serial Killer Files
E.L. James knows as much about BDSM as she would have found in a five minute Google search, which is to say that she knows precisely jack shit.
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I use tumblr more out of habit than enjoyment at this point
take a moment to realize you have never seen your face in person, just reflections and pictures
some scientists agree that if you saw a clone of yourself, you wouldn’t recognise it as you, because our idea of what we look like is so different from what we actually look like
This gave me anxiety
The last page of A Farewell to Arms is probably the single most heartbreaking page I’ve ever read in my life. Totally worth 39 drafts.
1964 Japanese Coca Cola Ad
they’re like tiny 8-legged cats
how can anyone hate them
Spiders are huge derps, pass it on.
My dad used to work as a mechanic in Arizona and he said that wild tarantulas would just wander into the shop and try and cuddle with the mechanics under the trucks. Spiders really dig car exhaust smell for some reason and they would be like “ah yes this human smells nice let me sit on your face while you’re working or perhaps climb into your pocket and see what you have” and the mechanics would keep shooing the spiders out but the spiders would follow them back like “No why would you leave me human friend??”
THAT IS SO CUTE
reblogging for the story, eeee
spiders are the derpiest things though like have you ever played with a spider and a laser pointer, because I thought my lizards chasing the laser was adorable but leT ME TELL U, BLACK WIDOWS CHASING LASERS IS FRICKEN ADORABLE
So I hate spiders but this makes them seem a bit cuter lol
Yeah no I still aint fucking with no spiders