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little island foxes! <3

PRETTY FLY FOR A WHITE GUY: a mix for icarus, history’s greatest downfall

“guy’s i’m gonna get so hella tanned” — icarus, probably

breaking free high school musical 

i believe i can fly r kelly 

defying gravity wicked 

wind beneath my wings bette midler 

here comes the sun the beatles 

timber pitbull feat. ke$ha 

drop it like it’s hot snoop dogg feat. pharrell williams 

it’s raining men the weather girls

North Carolina-based artist Yumi Okita creates stunning fabric moths, butterflies and other assortment of insects using embroidery techniques on textures textiles to replicate the living specimens. The colorful and soft creatures are a domestic version of the original, where the artist ventures outside the evolutionary boundaries and gives the insects her own touch of brilliant jewel tones, using a varied selection of thread and yarn to bring about the desired effect, if not true to nature, then in tribute to her imagination.

The artist sells her larger than life size textile sculptures, where she expertly interweaves thread, fur, feather, wire fabric, cotton and many more elements to form the figure on Etsy.

The Firefly Squid is a bioluminescent squid growing to a length of only three inches. The squid is equipped with special light-producing organs called photophores that emit a deep blue light. 

Don’t Say It’s Name

by sixpenceee user Veiled-Tales 

It started out as most horror stories do, slowly. In fact I remember the first day that I saw…”it”. I apologize now for not being able to say it’s name. For now we’ll just call it the “Intruder” I’ve tried many times to warn my friends and family but every time I say it’s name people around me seem to just go blank for a few seconds, then they completely forget that I said anything at all. I have no idea what’s going on, but I seem to be getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning, maybe then I’ll finally be able to explain all of this. I had a relatively normal childhood, in fact nothing too out of the ordinary happened until I was in high school. The very first night it came to me I was laying down to go to sleep. It was just like any other day that transitioned into any other night, or so I thought. As I laid in bed I reminisced about what had happened throughout that day when suddenly I was gripped by a sudden fear. It felt as though my chest had suddenly tightened and I felt the urge to cry instantly. I had no idea why but I could definitely feel it there, though at the time I didn’t know it’s name. The only way I can explain it is a dark, thick, smothering shadow. It doesn’t have a shape, it doesn’t have a face, it’s just there. I knew at that moment that I was no longer alone. I suppose eventually it became bored and slowly faded into the corner of my room and I finally drifted off into a restless sleep. I would soon be having a lot of sleep that felt more like exercise than rest.