Three shocking pictures from the past!- Taken from omghype


A small boy whose face was ravaged by Congenital Syphilis, which occurs when a child is born to a mother with syphilis. The devastation of this disease was horrible during the pre-penicillin era.


Nuclear Bomb “Shadow” in Hiroshima, Japan 1945


American corporal aims a Colt M1895 on top of an elephant during WW1, 1914


Not immortal

At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?

I haven’t replied to any blog prompts in a long time, but when I was scrolling through WordPress, this caught my attention. I think you always know that you are not immortal, but it’s easier to not think about it and just live your life, thinking that you will live forever. I experienced a few deaths early on, including a friend dying of cancer and losing both of my great grandparents. I still thought I was immortal. I think for me, I really realised that I wasn’t immortal, when my nan died when I was 15. She wasn’t just a nan to me, she was a second mum and had helped to raise me, as my mum was a young, single mum. Loads of people can die and you don’t think anything of it, but there are certain people that die, that you thought would always be there! My nan was one of those people for me and losing her made me realise, that we all die someday.


My flavours

My flavours

A local ice cream parlor invites you to create a new wacky flavor. It needs to channel the very essence of your personality. What’s in it?


The outside of my icecream would be vanilla, as it is plain and simple and from an outsider’s point of view, I could be considered to just be a boring person.

But then in the inside of the vanilla I would include many different foods, such as cookie dough, chocolate brownies and crème eggs, as if you get to know me properly, you will realise there is more to me, than just this plain persona you see and actually I have a mix of all different emotions, which I find hard to control, which is symbolised by the crème egg, as an explosion of emotion, seeping through everything.

I would then swirl caramel over the top, as if I really care about someone I am really sweet and would do anything for you and sprinkle nuts over the top, as once you get to know me I can be a ‘nutty,’ hyper, clumsy person.


Freudian Flips

Freudian Flips

Do you remember a recent dream you had? Or an older one that stayed vivid in your mind? Today, you’re your own Freud: Tell us the dream, then interpret it for us! Feel free to be as serious or humorous as you see fit, or to invent a dream if you can’t remember a real one.


The one dream that always stayed in my head was the first dream I ever remember having. I dreamt that I was in Africa and I was watching a mummy and baby Giraffe playing together. The next thing I know, I saw a hunter in the bushes, but before I could do anything, there was gunshots and the mother was shot dead. The baby Giraffe was stood next to her and all I can recall is it ‘screaming.’ I know I was young, because I remember waking up in a cot.

I grew older and studied animal care. I worked at a vets, on a farm, for the RSPCA and I also went to Shamwari Game Reserve in Africa to work with the animals there. I’m not sure how to interpret the dream I had, but maybe it was to do with the love of animals that I would gain and possibly already had.


Antique Antics.

Antique Antics.

What’s the oldest thing you own? (Toys, clothing, twinkies, Grecian urns: anything’s fair game.) Recount its history — from the object’s point of view.


I know what the oldest item I have is, but I do not know much about it’s history or how old it is. I used to go around my Grandma’s house and I would sit in the spare bedroom, nursing a doll of a baby, which she kept sat in an armchair. I could tell it was old, as it had breaks in places and it was wearing old clothes.

When my Grandma died, I was given the doll, but as I grew older I became scared of it. It was just an old doll lying around. I still have it, but it’s kept in the shed! I don’t even know if it was my Grandma’s when she was growing up, or if anyone else owned it before her! I just know that it was a doll of a baby, kept in an armchair.