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bogleech: NOW BACK TO MONTERS This is another great life-form from Wayne Douglas Barlowe’s book “Expedition,” detailing the scientifically plausible inhabitants of an alien world. The “Forest Gulper” begins life as a small, winged flier, but matures into a sedentary carnivore with a huge, cavernous mouth and no sonar pits (this planet’s stand-in for eyes). Its breath is attractively sweet to herbivores and the floor of its mouth highly adhesive. The stunted wings beat constantly, presumably to waft its odor.

bogleech:

NOW BACK TO MONTERS

This is another great life-form from Wayne Douglas Barlowe’s book “Expedition,” detailing the scientifically plausible inhabitants of an alien world.


The “Forest Gulper” begins life as a small, winged flier, but matures into a sedentary carnivore with a huge, cavernous mouth and no sonar pits (this planet’s stand-in for eyes). Its breath is attractively sweet to herbivores and the floor of its mouth highly adhesive. The stunted wings beat constantly, presumably to waft its odor.

tardigrad:

your-little-secrets:

I know that the self harm photo got a lot of sad reviews, but this… it needs to be here. It’s so powerful and it sends such a strong message because this is real and it’s sad. If you don’t like this than unfollow me but honestly I will never NOT reblog this. It’s too powerful.

Not the usual theme for my Tumblr, and I’m sorry for making people feel sad and uncomfortable, but this needs to be shared.

I’ve seen first hand how EDs reduces people to mere shadows of their former selves. How their lives end up revolving around losing one more pound, then another, until there is nothing left. How the ones that recover will always have some of the mindset of the disease ingrained in their brain. 

I wish I knew how to prevent any one of my friends, family and future children from falling into the hell that is ED. 

All of you who are struggling with any kind of ED, you have my full support and encouragement on the road to getting better. To find joy and colour in other places than food and the (lack of) control of it. To re-discover yourselves.

Never stop trying and never lose hope that this is possible. 

All of this. And sorry to repost not my usual fare, but I can relate here.

I was fully anorexic 4 years ago, gained all the weight back and more, and nowadays have horrible bodily dysmorphic disorder. I have to struggle to make myself eat. everyday. I literally don’t have an appetite. It gave me IBS, gastritis and other belly problems. It made my metabolism so slow, that even though I still am starving myself often I am actually gaining and holding onto weight. I’ve struggled with my stupid body my whole life, I’ve always been bigger than other girls, even in my build, I also have macromastia (disgustingly HUGE boobs) so exercise blows. I’m so tired of being envious of girls for even being ‘average’ sized their whole lives with no weight issues, and with regular tits that don’t hang onto their stomachs. I hate my body so much. The only things I like about it are my brain, hands, eyes, and the fact that I am mobile and healthy (as in not diseased). I always try to preach about loving your body and that every single body type is beautiful, and I find other girls at my weight very hot/pretty, but I cannot see it in myself.

Anyone of my followers who is struggling with this too, I am here for you. And I am sorry you have to be in this hell too.

archiemcphee:

Archie McPhee has a long, colourful history of celebrating the humble and almost universally despised cockroach. So we were delighted when we stumbled across the top photo of a tiny shrine created beside the body of a departed roach. 

It is just one of the Carmichael Collective’s awesome series of Bug Memorials, set up on the streets of Minneapolis to mark the passing of various insects where their tiny bodies were found, on the city’s sidewalks and windowsills. 

One of the things we love most about street art is how it urges the viewer to stop and pay closer attention to one’s surroundings. These little memorials do just that while adding a cute and bittersweet significance to sights so common and unremarkable that they would mostly likely go completely unnoticed otherwise.

[via Neatorama]

(via whatamilookingat)