Is it weird to reblog members of the opposite sex and describe how hot they are, especially when your boyfriend follows you on tumblr?
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIGN ON
THEY’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT
NO NONO NO NO
PHSYC AND NO THATS NOT WHO IT WHORKS
HELO PE I;SMN SO FUCKING CONFUSDE
This is the equivalent of flipping off Isaac Newton.
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I tensed up waiting for stuff to break and then thE WRONG STUFF BROKE.
WHAT IS THIS
I AM IRRATIONALLY ANGRY
COME AND EXPLAIN THIS, SCIENCE SIDE OF TUMBLR.
Alright. I just wanted to add one short story about a mythological beast from the Inuit. This happens to be one of my favorite pictures of all time, just because of the level of creepiness involved. These are Qallupilluit, Qallupilluk singular. Now, Qallupilluit are ocean creatures that steals lone children through cracks in the ice.
There are many descriptions for a Qallupilluit, so I’ll name a couple popular ones. They are claimed to be short with blue skin, they wear parkas made of loon feathers, and their hair is home to a host of sea critters like crabs, and laced with seaweed.
Sometimes they are described with long hair, like the picture, and green skin with long finger nails. They are said to wear a amauti, a unique parka created with a pouch for a child to rest in.
Sometimes they are said to have scaly and bumpy skin. And even sometimes they have an eider duck parka. Most descriptions of the creature include a pouch for carrying children.
They are said to reek of sulfur, which I’m sure adds to their non-existant appeal. Inuit elders say that Qallupilluit have a specific humming sound that they make, and you can hear it when they are near. They also tend to jump out of the cracks in the ice without warning. And, the most creepy thing to me, they knock on the ice and you can hear the distinct tapping. If the ocean gets particularly wavy or steam rises, a Qallupilluit is hiding in the water.
No one is sure why they steal children. Some speculate loneliness. Others speculate dinner. Some variations of Qallupilluit mythology say that the child stolen will either die or turn into a mermaid to live underwater with the Qallupilluk that took them.
Most accounts claim that this was a legend created to scare children away from playing on the beach alone, or approaching cracking, drifting ice. But, even so, I wanted to include this because something about the idea of Qallupilluit really scares the crap out of me. Humming, ice tapping, baby kidnapping ocean creatures.
The Inuit sure knew how to scare the crap out of children (and possibly everyone else. Unless I’m alone here.)
I am rarely “emotional”. Being an INTP, I conform to the logical, rational profile. I try to rationalize everything. But when I can’t do that, my entire existence shatters. Basically, when I do “feel” it’s on a much deeper level than others and often life-altering. I am terrible at handling grief, sadness, etc. When I can’t rationalize, I either repress everything or become severely mentally unstable.
"You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win."
Ryan O’Connell, The People You Will Fall in Love With in Your 20s (via 00cm)