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viralthings

The more you look at this picture, the more anxious it becomes.

chandra-nalaar

this is just a normal waffle house

kayas-wife

there is a bloody handprint on the door

commandtower-solring-go-deactiv

There is somethung under the counter with the cups

ezurad

Blind man reading news paper Skull in the coffee

hiringdreamers-deactivated20200

Milk is $15

captaindeadpoet

Lady’s hand is a tentacle

bluesey-182

the bleeding pie, the eyeball and fingers on the blind man’s plate…

sapphire-crimson-claw-archive-d

I was trying to find something nobody else had seen yet, when I realized…

Look right above the tentacle arm. The second man at the buffet, what the hell is he doing? He’s either throwing up or eating an octopus.

asymbina

I think his face is just tentacles.

kakaphoe

The blind man has gills.

of-another-broken-heart

Scariest detail: this image was ripped from the creator’s site and vandalized (edited to remove the watermark), then reuploaded for viral fame without so much as a mention of the artist’s name. SOURCE: http://jeffleejohnson.deviantart.com/art/Blue-Plate-Special-661961724 That said, the earlier observation about milk being $15 is off - artist confirms this is based on a 1920’s diner, so the price would be in cents. (http://comments.deviantart.com/1/661961724/4375070065) The table under the journal is lacquered with ants. The person holding the skull-creamed coffee paints the underside of their nails. Either that or their natural nails grow red. The journal’s writing, intentionally made hard to read and partially obscured, is somewhat of a cheat to all the things amiss in the scene. (http://comments.deviantart.com/1/661961724/4372574544) I can make out: “… and eyeball … have to think he is less strange than the horrifying creature that seems to have inhabited the cabinet behind him … all tentacles and teeth … (obscured by cup) … Where in the world can be found such nightmares?!”

kakaphoe

Reblogging for the correct source (I didn’t even notice the OP wasn’t the artist oops).

a-small-bowl-of-noodles

There’s a second one, and there’s even more in this

schiwalker

AAAHH, cool, but AAAAAHHHH

moooniper-deactivated20211222

Me after having one sip of Dr Pepper

savior-loki

College Dorm Gothic

You go to the bathroom to shower, someone is in your favorite shower. You decide to wait. You return two hours later, someone is still in your favorite shower.

You need flip flops to wear in the shower. They seem to only appear in your room when you need to shower. You don’t question it.

On the fifth week of school a gaggle of girls with the same haircut wind through the hall. When they leave there are signs on select girls doors. They have been chosen. You will never see them on Thursday nights.

The girl down the hall borrows a t-shirt for that party or another. A week later the shirt reappears in your room fully laundered. You don’t remember the girl returning it.

You walk down the hall, Netflix has added FRIENDS. From the behind the doors of every room you can hear the distant clap clap clap of the theme song. You return to your room, pull up Netflix, you don’t even remember clicking on FRIENDS and yet clap clap clap.

There is music drifting down the hall from the bathroom. You assume it’s just someone listening in the shower and yet when you enter the bathroom is dark and empty. Still Uptown Funk plays.

naeshira

Colorado Gothic Tho?

-We welcome you to our state through an airport laden with conspiracy, capitalized by a statue with fiery eyes. A statue that killed its creator and now watches as you arrive and depart.

-The miners weren’t the first to leave ghost towns dotting the mountains. We still don’t know why the Anasazi left. And why in such a hurry.

-There are coal mines that continue to burn, and others that are empty save for the creatures that crawl in through broken boarded up entrances.

-Welcome signs for the towns here mark the altitude, not the population. We don’t know how many of us there are. We only need to know how safe we are from the wrath of a rapidly rising sea.

-Our plains still feel the sting of massacre and bring their wrath in tornadoes, whipping winds to rip off the roofs of schools.

-There are bicycles in every house. No one knows how they get there. Don’t touch them or you’ll become one of them. They say the bicyclists ride to Boulder and never come back.

-We legalized weed so we could have some semblance of control over the smell of smoke in our lungs. Now we can pretend it’s the sunset that leaves us breathless, not the glow of a wildfire burning just beyond the horizon.

-Endless highways wind their way through the mountains; tunnel after tunnel, small town after small town, where the locals will watch you as you drive slowly by.

-The only way to survive the summer is to suffer the winter. There’s not enough snowpack. We must have a blizzard to get any water.

-Our schools can burn, be tossed by tornadoes, or flooded by rivers, but its the students you should be afraid of.

-On a clear day you can see the brown cloud that hovers over downtown. It’s always cold in the shadow of those buildings, and it makes you wonder what really sits over the city.

-Our Capitol building is topped with gold. We want you to look at it. Don’t look at the steps. They lie, You are not 5280 feet from sea level.

-Our mountains are filled with bones. Giant bones. Bones of long dead creatures. Bones of recently dead creatures. We build monuments to them.

-There are great swaths of dead forest in the mountains. The pines still stand, cemeteries of kindling, populated only by hundreds of beetles, their black bodies glittering like eyes.

-There are 300 days of sunshine here. Blinding sunlight. It makes your eyes hurt and you can’t remember the taste of rain. You can’t remember the taste of anything anymore.

-If you ever leave you will be lost. You will have air to breathe, but you will never find your way again. Not without the mountains. The mountains are the only direction.

darcylindbergh

lads had a dream last night that i was at the elton john concert and halfway through crocodile rock he switched to a prince medley and real live flesh and blood prince walked out on stage, and into the stunned, hushed silence i said quietly, “i thought you were dead” and he looked straight at me through the crowds of a million people, put his mouth against the mic, and said “do i look like the kind of man who dies” absolute legend

godzillaftw

(x) BASTARD

yellowsugarwords

elementary: hey I'm Mrs. Jackson please only address me as such. let's get started.

high school: hi my name is Ms. Gates. maybe one day you guys can just call me Gates. let's get right into it.

university: yo just call me Bob let's get this shit over with.

pastabot

thestateonmtv

this is still the funniest fucking thing i remember being 7 and almost throwing up watching this and now im 20 puking onto my rug

fuck-benedict

can we just collectively agree as a generation that we aren’t going to care if each other’s houses are clean when we visit bc im gettin real sick of the “the house has to be spotless or our guests will judge us” deal my parents got goin on

the-treble-deactivated20160823

none of us in this generation is going to be able to afford a house.

sadfag420-deactivated20181217

xjessr

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS: Being a ride or die means staying by a man’s side whether he has $500 or $5. Not when he cheats 10 times and you stay.

taraljc

“Ride or Die” also means that if he ever hits you, he dies, and you call your bff for a ride.

firebirdeternal

Loyalty through hardship is one thing, loyalty through cruelty is another.

clotpolesonly

Loyalty through hardship is one thing, loyalty through cruelty is another.

robotmoxie-blog

secondhand embarrassment is pure agony and i wish a lot of comedy didnt rely on it

vaspider

I cannot deal with it. I have to literally leave the room.

ahaze

It’s a sign of being extremely empathetic.

dekutree

mood: the mexican dude who told judge judy “this is your show but this is my episode”

belzebunnies

me at god

sneakyfeets

HAHAHA HOLY SHIT WE WERE LOOKING AT PICTURES OF SURGERIES IN CLASS AND ALL THE GUYS WERE HOOTING AT THE SLICED BREAST ONES AND THEN THE TEACHER SWITCHED TO A PENIS PIC WHERE IT WAS CUT OPEN AND SOME 300LB JOCK DOUCHEBAG FAINTED RIGHT OUT OF HIS CHAIR BOYS ARE WEAK BOYS ARE FUCKING WEAK

kissingandcoffee-deactivated201

you mean to tell me

that there was a god damn CUT OPEN BOOB

IN SURGERY

AND BOYS WERE STILL SEXUALISING IT

FUCKING MOTHERFUCKING FUCK DOES NO ONE SEE HOW FUCKED UP THIS IS

ohemgeelizabeth-deactivated2020

When I took human anatomy, all the boys were *thrilled* to hold the breast implants, but when the professor brought out the jar of preserved penises we had no male volunteers to handle them. THEN she brought out the penis that had been dissected to show the different canals (it split into three more-or-less even sized pieces) and I think 3 boys went straight down like a sack of potatoes. Several more followed when she started pulling it apart and holding it up for the whole class to see. It was like that scene in Dracula Dead and Loving it where Mel Brooks is trying to gross out the med interns. Like, literally. It was hilarious. Bonus: my anatomy professor (who is a woman) informed me that she had not once, in her 20 years of teaching the class, had a female fainter. Women are hardcore.