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explainingthejoke:

ghiraheeheeheem:

starfleetrambo:

toast-potent:

picsthatmakeyougohmm:

hmmm

i don’t need to say it

don’t say anything. just reblog this if you’re thinking of exactly that thing when you see this picture

@explainingthejoke ?

Edit: My friend sent me the reference: https://imgur.com/gallery/ZNSaq

tw for being kinda disturbing, horror / possibly body horror 

The commenter’s link leads to a scan of the manga The Enigma of the Amigara Fault.

It’s a horror story in which human-shaped holes are found all over a mountain, and some people have each found a hole which is their exact shape and size. The holes go very far back, and no one is sure how deep they go, who made them, or why. The people who have found “their” holes feel unnaturally compelled to fit into the hole, after which they disappear into the mountain. It’s ultimately implied that as the people go through “their” holes, the holes change gradually in shape, in such a way as to not only prevent them from moving anywhere but forward, but to disfigure them as they go. The story has elements of claustrophobia and something Freud called the “death drive,” or a perverse impulse a person might have to deliberately do things they know will hurt or kill them.

In the photo above, a person found a carving in a rock that looks like a person jogging. The person in the photo fit herself into the hole so someone could take her picture like that; commenters are joking that this could be one of the holes from this scary story.

higgsboshark:

rvnoir:

Wearing men’s deodorant and watching the straight girls I work with faces’ become Confused and Attracted because I smell like a Hot Guy™ (their words) is a bisexual power move and you can’t tell me otherwise.

Plus, for the first couple of days you also feel constantly Confused and Attracted and where is the Hot Guy™? And then you realize that the Hot Guy™ was you all along.

tchaikovskaya:

its really such an indescribable headspace going on long roadtrips in america (but not taking the scenic highways just using the interstates) like the road looks the same for hours. maybe you start driving into the mountains or you’re going out west and you go from plains to mountains to desert, but for the most part it just looks like trees and two stretches of asphalt for as far as you can see. you pull off at an exit to get something to eat or to get gas and it looks the same as every interstate exit you’ve ever been to. the stores might be different, maybe theres a burger king here where there was a mcdonalds at the last one. maybe its a different gas station chain. there’s a few strip malls but no two have the exact same stores. but it’s all the same. it all feels the same. there is no true sensory indication of where you are. you are both nowhere and anywhere. 

vampireapologist:

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cave crickets are uniquely horrible bc their legs just like fall off for no reason 

i ghostwrote this entire blog post about cave crickets from 2008

i found this blog post because i was trying to google to see if there was something wrong with my accidental pets because i keep having to pick up their fucking legs but no, apparently that’s just normal for the crickets god abandoned

You will often not see Cave Crickets, but know that they are about because of their discarded legs, which litter an infested area. My garage looks the floor of a civil war triage tent, strewn with bloody limbs. But Cave Crickets don’t seem to mind. Limbs are merely an option, and the disposessed continue about their business undisturbed.

this is incredible and horrible read it