Beetles compromise 25% of all animal species. That means 1 in 4 animals is probably a beetle. Is it you? Is it your best friend? How can you be sure?
Ringo could be living in your backyard without you even knowing
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Russian fisherman Fedortsov said this strange creature was a type of Halibut as he reveals his latest strange catches from diving in the oceanic ‘twilight zone’. A comment from a thread says that this fish maybe a Greenland halibut: deepwater fish living in the north Atlantic and Pacific. Unlike most flatfish, their left eye does not migrate all the way to the right side, and instead stays on the top of the head. (Source)

Instructions for a walk in the woods
- Never turn around to check behind you. You’ll see nothing, but once you start doing it you won’t be able to stop, and an ominous feeling will follow you until you don’t lock your house’s door behind you.
- If you stand very still and listen you will hear the woods calling for you. Don’t answer. Never answer.
- You’ll hear things quietly following you, hidden in the trees by your sides. It’s okay, they’re just checking on you.
- Don’t be scared, but be really, really wary.
- If you have a bad feeling about taking a certain path, don’t. You’ll avoid whatever is waiting for you at the end of it.
- You never know what may be buried under the soil you’re walking on. Remember that every time you take a step. Pray that whatever it is, it won’t wake up.
- Be careful not to step on any beetle, or you’ll never get rid of them.
- If you bring a knife with you, name it. Otherwise the blade will turn against you as soon as you try to use it.
- Make sure you remember the way back home. As soon as you get lost, you’re just another piece of fresh meat.
THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE POSTS ON THIS WEBSITE EVER
Creepy creations by Nadja Buttendorf, a Berlin-based artist and jeweler who makes rings and earrings that resemble ears and fingers.
I’m shook
NEW noise canceling headphones that are so good at blocking out sound that they even prevent you from listening to your own music, forcing you to bask in the whispers of the forgotten gods until you begin to hear your own brain falling apart as it descends into madness
and now, the weather

it’s afternoon and the sunlight looks like rotting honey. you close your eyes. black and white checkerboards rotate dizzyingly and endlessly in the void. your arms are too long and the room is swaying much too fast.





