Seriously, who are they?

[Seriously, who are they?]

[sixpenceee]

Vantablack absorbs so much light that it can fool the eye into seeing a smooth surface on a crumpled sheet of aluminum foil. So on the back you can see that it’s actually crumpled. Isn’t that cool?

[Seriously, who are they?]

[sixpenceee]

Here’s a really fun fact I’ve learned recently. 

These are American Slave-Making ants, they have an odd behavior where they steal the pupa of other species of ants and force them to carry out tasks for the colony instead of creating minor workers themselves. This specific picture is of a slave that is no longer responding to its captors so it will be killed. 

[songsofsprites]

ants are savage as fuck

[Seriously, who are they?]

[arcticmunkeez]

me: sends important text that took a lot of guts to send
me: immediately turns off wifi, data, the phone itself, my laptop, hides both in a safe, hybernates self for 1.000 years,

[Seriously, who are they?]

gift ideas for the holiday season:

[a-trex]

• giant inflatable Lugia that barely fits in the house

[Seriously, who are they?]

[sixpenceee]

A compilation of very satisfying images. 

[Seriously, who are they?]

[floozys]

me @ myself: do i truly dislike this thing? or do i resent it because it reminds me of a person who wounded me in one way or another? will i ever get to a state where i can feel and express myself freely without the heavy feeling of dread weighing on my back left by people who probably don’t even remember me? 

[Seriously, who are they?]

[yesoknvm]

Very feelio

[Seriously, who are they?]

[floozys]

me @ myself: do i truly dislike this thing? or do i resent it because it reminds me of a person who wounded me in one way or another? will i ever get to a state where i can feel and express myself freely without the heavy feeling of dread weighing on my back left by people who probably don’t even remember me? 

[Seriously, who are they?]

[kaliforhnia]

i have this crazy urge to txt you cause i miss you so much but then i remember you probably don’t miss me at all.

[Seriously, who are they?]

That’s the problem, I loved you too much, I forgave you more than a thousand times. You might think I don’t want you back and you are right and it’s not because I don’t love you anymore or because I don’t miss you. Every time I think of you I want to run and just kiss you and say I want you to love me again and get you back. But I can’t live in a fantasy we are not right. We were casualties we were never meant to find each other, because we are a time bomb, every time we explode we just fall apart.

Call me or don’t, do whatever you want. (via brokenparadigms)