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[memewhore]

[littleguymart]

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[whoopsrobots]

I figured I'd put up a list of all the weird crap I've found around home as a kid

1. When I was six, a mummified hairless cat just sort of appeared by the house. I had to jump over it whenever I went anywhere. Nobody moved it, it was just there for a few months and then it disappeared.

2. There was a cow head just laying out back for a while. I think my gramma was feeding it to the chickens. I fucking hate the chickens.

3. Every Halloween, my mom would send me to the dead pile to get bones to scatter around the yard for decorations. I never really realized it was weird that we had things called ‘dead piles’, but there you go

4. My brain went fuzzy during a family barbecue and I don’t know what to tell you but I left for twenty minutes and came back with four other girls wearing cow pelvises and tubing as armour and claiming myself to be the ‘mighty lord magnet-tron’.

5. I found a kayak in the forest once. I brought it home, but my gramma stole it.

6. Found a cracked fish tank buried under a tree once. I took it home, but my gramma stole it.

7. There’s a lot of bathtubs in the forest and I don’t know why

8. Someone left a deer head on the porch once. Not sure why. Just the whole head, cut off at the neck. That was odd.

9. There’s just these… Weird, powdery chunks of.. I dunno, something. Just buried all over. I don’t know if they’re soft rocks or what

10. Some friends and I found something big and dead inside a garbage bag under a log, once. We told an adult but they said not to worry about it so we sort of let it go. It’s been nine years and nobody’s questioned it

11. Our rooster killed itself. Not sure how, but it did.

12. A bird carried my cat away when I was 7 and nobody told me so I spent 6 weeks looking for it. I only found half.

13. There’s a lot of skulls

14. There’s a spot out back where kitchen appliances just show up. I found a wok, a toaster, a toaster oven, and two sinks so far.

15. A bunch of porn was just… In the woods. DVDs. And a couple bible-on-casette albums. 3 pairs of prescription glasses. Someone was into some weird shit, I guess.

16. Sometimes the air smells like death and my mom just goes, ‘think it was something big?’ And I have to go find it

17. My gramma keeps collecting toilets and 4 foot tall solid wooden lawn gnomes and decorating the driveway with them

18. Every once and a while the sky just doesn’t go all the way dark at night and I’ve stopped questioning it

[whoopsrobots]

Okay I don’t know how this got so popular all of a sudden, but I’ve gotten a lot of messages asking if I live in Nightvale or a supernatural episode and I feel the need to clarify that while some of this stuff is kinda freaky my town is actually a rather pleasant place to live. I mean, there’s the ocassional imploded fence and something in the forest that whistles back, but we get some lovely sunsets and the sheep don’t bite

[lovhobe-archive]

itspforparker

[conscious-naivete]

@gallusrostromegalus

[gallusrostromegalus]

Look man, sometimes the mountains are just Like That.

[mendelpalace]

“In space, nobody can hear you in space.”

[billcm]

A       L       A       N

[chromolume]

it’s all you americans talk about… liminal space this… cryptid that

[sasstricbypass]

america is big, we got.,.,.,. its a lot happening here

[darkbookworm13-deactivated20240]

It’s at least 3,000 miles just from the East Coast to the West, depending on where you start.

If I try to drive from here in Maine to New Mexico, it’s 2,400 miles. 

From here to Oregon, 800 miles from my current residence to my relatives in NJ, then another 3,000 miles after that. 

A brisk 8 day drive that meanders through mountains, forests, corn fields, dry, flat, empty plains, more mountains, and then a temperate rain forest in Oregon.

The land has some seriously creepy stuff, even just right outside our doors. 

There is often barking sounds on the other side of our back door. 

At 3 am. 

When no one would let their dog out. 

It’s a consensus not to even look out the fucking windows at night. 

Especially during the winter months. 

Nothing chills your heart faster than sitting in front of a window and hearing footsteps breaking through the snow behind you, only to look and not see anything. 

I live in a tiny town whose distance from larger cities ranges from 30 miles, to 70 miles. What is in between?

Giant stretches of forests, swamps, pockets of civilization, more trees, farms, wildlife, and winding roads. All of which gives the feeling of nature merely tolerating humans, and that we are one frost heave away from our houses being destroyed, one stretch of undergrowth away from our roads being pulled back into the earth.

And almost every night, we have to convince ourselves that the popping, echoing gunshot sounds are really fireworks, because we have no idea what they might be shooting at.

There’s a reason Stephen King sets almost all his stories in Maine.

[scottislate]

New Mexico, stuck under Colorado, next to Texas, and uncomfortably close to Arizona. I grew up there. The air is so dry your skin splits and doesn’t bleed. Coyotes sing at night. It starts off in the distance, but the response comes from all around. The sky, my gods, the sky. In the day it is vast and unfeeling. At night the stars show how little you truly are. This is the gentle stuff. I’m not going to talk about the whispered tales from those that live on, or close, to the reservations. I’m not going to go on about the years of drought, or how the ground gives way once the rain falls. The frost in the winter stays in the shadows, you can see the line where the sun stops. It will stay there until spring. People don’t tell you about the elevation, or how thin the air truly is. The stretches of empty road with only husks of houses to dot the side of the horizon. There’s no one around for miles except those three houses. How do they live out here? The closest town is half an hour away and it’s just a gas station with a laundry attached.   No one wants to be there. They’re just stuck. It has a talent for pulling people back to it. I’ve been across the country for years, but part of me is still there. The few that do get out don’t return. A visit to family turns into an extended stay. Car troubles, a missed flight, and then suddenly there’s a health scare. Can’t leave Aunt/Uncle/Grandparent alone in their time of need. It’s got you. Roswell is a joke. A failed National Inquirer article slapped with bumperstickers and half-assed tourist junk. The places that really run that chill down the spine are in the spaces between the sprawling mesas and hidden arroyos. Stand at the top of the Carlsbad Caverns trail. Look a mile down into the darkness. Don’t step off the path. just don’t.

[kaasknot]

The Land of Entrapment

[jumpingjacktrash]

here in minnesota we’re making jokes about how bad is the limescale in your sink

pretending we don’t know we’re sitting on top of limestone caverns filled with icy water

pretending we don’t suspect something lives down there

[ceruleancynic]

dammit jesse now I want to read about the things that live down there

meanwhile in maryland the summer is killing-hot, the air made of wet flannel, white heat-haze glazing the horizon, and the endless cicadas shrilling in every single tree sound like a vast engine revving and falling off, revving and falling off, slow and repeated, and everything is so green, lush poison-green, and you could swear you can hear the things growing, hear the fibrous creak and swell of tendrils flexing

and sometimes in the old places, the oldest places, where the salt-odor of woodsmoke and tobacco never quite go away, there is unexplained music in the night, and you should not try to find out where it’s coming from.  

[jhaernyl]

@gallusrostromegalus

[gallusrostromegalus]

The intense and permanent haunting of a land upon which countess horrors have been visited, and that is too large and wild for us to really comprehend is probably the most intense and universal American feeling.

[thebibliosphere]

here in minnesota

We’re fucking what now

[lastoneout]

Arizona probably has some of the most eerie folklore out there and yet I always feel like any mystical things out there are mostly benign. In the south anyway.

Up north, in the San Francisco Peaks. The Grand Canyon, around there. That’s where the wild, untamed spirits of Arizona still call home. Not enough people to drive them out, and the ones that stay know to respect that the land is older and more powerful than we could ever be. To remember that it could take it all back if it wanted. Northern AZ is where you don’t look out of the windows at night. Where you ignore the strange howling. Where you keep the dogs and cats inside.

Illinois, however, Im almost convinced isn’t real. I grew up there, and the whole state is covered in such a haze, like your senses don’t want you to truly see whats right in front of you. Its always wet, even in the winter, and we may have built corn fields and houses on top of them, but the prairies are still as wide and terrifying as ever. Like you could fall into the sky if you weren’t careful. Even the stars don’t shine as brightly, like they can’t quite break through. While Arizona is a wild desert full of life and spirits and people, the land of Illinois sleeps like a beast, waiting patiently for something to wander into its trap. 

The land of America still hasn’t forgotten that it was taken, and I’m pretty sure it never will. 

[blueberrygoth-deactivated202410]

ghost hunter

[leemeanhoe]

why the fuck does he have such a dreamy look on his face jesus fucking christ

[bergara-boogara]

Because he has extremely good taste next question

[littlealienproducts]

Alternative Scouting Merit Badges by LukeDrozd

[supersonicart]

Daniel Danger, Recent Work.

Recent work from the always spectacular Daniel Danger (Previously on Supersonic Art).

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[metagnostic-deactivated20200809]

drunk witch vibing, creating a thotty homoculus in a bubbling cauldron: premarital sex, 100 gecs. dollskill haul in the mail, snails and puppy dog tails. bone dry puss, snap score = sus. fuck the weed man for an edible, say his dick game incredible.

tiny homonculus giving her best angles in her 30$ boohoo clubwear fit:

[kidcore-nostalgia]

[ajihaew]

HI, CAN U HEAR ME? U WON’T BELIEVE WHERE I ENDED UP

[filmnoirsbian]

WHY ARE YOU HAUNTED?

A survey

[weaver-z]

How the media depicts the Apollo 11 mission:

Actual quotes from the Apollo 11 mission:

[georgieharrisons]

also according to michael collins when the three of them were discussing what neil armstrong should say when he first stepped on the moon, collins suggested armstrong say “Oh, my God, what is that thing?”  and then scream and cut out his mic.

[wickedwitch-of-the-left]

all you’ve done is convince me that michael collins was one of the funniest men alive tbh

[souryellows]

when i was in like third grade i went to this science camp and one night at campfire they told us a story about a ufo crashing into a lake nearby and then later in the middle of the night they woke us all up and told us the aliens were back and this time they’d laid eggs in the woods !! it was our duty to arm ourselves and go destroy the eggs, so we armored up in tinfoil and shaving cream ( ????? ) and marched into the woods ready to save the planet. the ‘eggs’ were whole watermelons hidden around the camp and we had to smash them open on trees and rocks and eat the alien fetus/watermelon goo as fast as possible. i cannot emphasis enough the raw joy of digging into a watermelon with your bare hands and stuffing it into your face in the middle of the night in the woods, barely taking time to chew so that you can save the planet from hostile aliens, and i think i became the person i am because of that night.

[ianference-deactivated20250902]

It is truly a strange thing when a steam pipe bursts under an abandoned building in the dead of winter, but that’s exactly what happened under the Clinic Building at Greystone Park State Hospital in 2007, a month before the building was unceremoniously knocked down.  The steam congregated near the ceiling of the abandoned asylum infirmary, condensing on the pipes and dripping down in regular patterns - and creating these ice stalagmites.  An hour after taking this photograph, demolition workers came into the building and chased us through the tunnels; we had to hide in an attic in 0 degree weather for hours while cops searched for us.  The next time I drove out there, there was no trace that a building had ever stood in this spot.

Prints available here.

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[occultgraffiti-blog]

Graffiti & Occultism

[zangyiff-deactivated20170412]

@leviathan-supersystem can you read this?

[leviathan-supersystem]

this appears to be the green lion devouring the sun! portrayed in orange though for some reason- i’m not familiar enough with color symbolism to know if they intended to change the meaning of the symbol by portraying it in orange.

The Green Lion represents Vitriol, or sulfuric acid. The image of the Green Lion devouring the sun represents the stage of Dissolution, where the baser metals are represented by the sun, and are being dissolved by the Vitriol. on a spiritual/psychological level, this represents when a persons “consciousness [is] overwhelmed by violent, frustrated desires.”

Here’s the original image this seems to be referencing: