Curiosity

fuckeverythingbecomeapirate:

“Any ideas for the new park sculpture?”

“How about a giant, metallic octopus attacking a rook?”

“Perfect.”

(via bogleech)

“We didn’t have any paints in the house when I was younger, but I would do collage. I would collect advertisements, rip them up, and then paste them together. That was the beginning of it. After that, I did photography, and then painting and sculpting. I began to realise how important it is to express yourself, and not be afraid of making mistakes – as mistakes often make something special and unique.” — Lucy Liu

(via captainbrax)

(via captainbrax)

ara-ci:

This game relaxes me more than anything lately.

theoceanisendless:

Glass Squid - Endless Ocean 2

A barrel-shaped squid whose rough surface is covered with star-shaped protuberances. It has fourteen luminous spots around its large eyes, which are actually organs called photophores.

This species keeps a special fluid, lighter than salt water, in its rounded body to aid buoyancy.

It makes up more than 60% of its body weight.

Photos are mine, info from Endless Ocean Wikia x

seventy-five-percent-water:

Gymnosomata, commonly known as Sea Angels. An apt name- the sea angels are the ethereal, translucent, fluttering angels of the sea. 

In hard scientific terms, they’re small swimming sea slugs, but we’ll pass over that for now and just admire how delicately beautiful these wonderful creatures are.

Not forgetting, of course, that it looks to many tumblrites like the head of a penis.

dichotomization:

Post-mortem change in the eye, the so-called “tache noire”. These are brown areas of scleral drying caused by failure to close after death.

(via captainbrax)

kyokyo866:

cuntpls:

EVERYBODY STOP WHAT THE FUCK YOUR DOING FOR 2 FUCKING SECONDS YOUR SEX POSTS CAN HOLD 1 TITTY SECOND.

EVERYBODY THERE IS A FUCKING PANDA ROLLING ON YOUR FUCKING DASH YOU BETTER REBLOG THAT SHIT.

“SERVICE SERVICE”

bogleech:

mindofgemini:

When I was much younger and attended Sunday school they’d occasionally bring in a mascot for safety that was this big dog in like a fireman’s outfit, the suit for which was kept in a storage room. One day the older teen who usually wore it was sick and they asked me to do it, since I was about 12, and the most mature/intelligent of the group they felt to trust with the task, and at the very least, I was very good at memorizing lines short notice.

I agreed, but the issue was that I had still believed the dog-girl was real before, and assuming I’d long figured it out, they took me to the back and held her severed, hollow head up to me. I nodded, looking over the script, and said nothing as I got into the carcass of broken illusions as another piece of my childhood innocence and wonder was ripped from my unprepared arms and stepping into the room of kids I cheerfully parroted stuff about eating your vegetables.

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