Forgotten Glory by James Marvin Phelps
Forgotten Glory John S. Cook BankBuilding Rhyolite, Nevada February 2008
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Why Did The Hell Site Update Again
grinnin’ like a possum
This is London before Covid-19 restrictions were lifted
(Ahhh) the streets are cold and bare but
(ahhh) the cemetary’s where the population concentrates itself
so many stories fill the air,
but more are unspoken
and they don’t wish me well
did you gauge me as fated
to a lifetime understated?
and placed your bets and hopes on
months and years left to be waited?
did you think this town’s a mess
and the best thing to do with it
is turn and never look back
and leave it at that
with the writer in the dress on the steps of a church
waiting for something that never was hers?
god i love how easy it is to get the hang of the project arrhythmia editor,,,
Went on a wonderful adventure with my friends a few days ago. This is an abandoned school house, built in 1890. It’s obviously falling apart in its old age but once we got inside the floor and walls were still stable. “Workers of the world, unite. We have nothing to lose but our chains” and “eat the rich arm the poor” are what the first couple of pictures say.
I’ve never really gotten the chance to explore like this before, my anxiety has held me back from so many things over the years. Recently I’ve started really pushing back and I’ve had some wonderful experiences bc I didn’t let the fear stop me. 2020 has been an absolute dumpster fire of a year, but mentally and in my journey of healing trauma I’ve never felt stronger. Im really proud of the progress I’ve been making lately, feeling the fear and doing it anyway. Im so grateful to the people in my life who keep reminding me that I do have a choice in how I react to my mental illness. Especially after being in quarantine for months. It was a beautiful reminder that there is a world out there, beyond stressing about bills and work.
It was a reminder that being mature bc of the things I’ve been through, doesn’t mean I dont get to be young. I honestly dont remember the last time I had such a good day. I actually felt some inner peace, I wasn’t stressed about time and working early the next morning, I was fully present and not in chronic pain. I cant wait to hopefully spend the rest of the summer exploring like this. Learning, growing and allowing myself to just have fun in my 20’s.
This place is the Govan School House in central Washington and there’s a ghost town, Marlin about half an hour away from the school house that we also explored. If anyone wanted to learn more about it. 🥰
San Pedro River near the ghost town of Fairbank, Cochise County, Arizona.
sdgjdshf fun thing abt having vylad as an f/o is that he appears in two series, and one of them is basically just an au of the first. all romances and friendships carry from both stories so like kjfgkdhjnkdlsfjf immmmm just kinda… thinking..
im a simple nb. i see a shape with a face. i fall in love.
very angry about this one quest in mhgu
why is nintendo the only thing that can get me to wake up at a reasonable hour
so this place has a sort of odd story attatched to it. we were driving down this dirt road that goes through town. well, the place is deserted, mostly. there’s no one else there, except for some people that live a ways up the road. (their house overlooks the entire ghost town btw). and these people keep coming by us. again and again they’re going up and down the road and they do it more when we get out of our car to look around. and they drove by slowly, as if keeping an eye on us. it was unnerving, sure. how they just kept coming down from their house, driving past us and then back up again. and then some of these people were up on the mountain where the house was, just watching us. so by now we were freaked out. i made us stay a little longer, bc i love being afraid, and we drove around. well, when we finally decided to leave, as the frequency of these drive-by’s was getting too much for everyone else to handle, i turned around in my seat to look out the rear window. there was a man there, walking along the road. he was old. i think he was bald. he wore old trousers, a dirty white button up with suspenders. i told everyone else, letting the old man out of my sight for a moment. and when i turned back he was gone. the road was empty. he just vanished. i swear to god, there was nowhere he could have disappeared to in the less-than-a-second i wasnt looking. but he was just gone.
we left in a hurry and despite my wishes, we haven’t been back.