♥ Singer | Passionate Lover | Doll Child | Self-taught Artist of all Sorts | Misanthrope ♥
I'm a Ballerina in a box made of porcelain and I'm a doll-shop heart-throb. I am the color in a muted world. I have (usually matted) cotton candy hair and I'm a blank book that came from space, open to being written upon. I'm that forest girl that throws on her boots and adventure for hours or for days. I get a real thrill from a good cup of tea and I'm doing that thing where you search for yourself and your place in the world.
I am all, all as one. A doll that came to life to haunt your daydreams.
This is a blog about cute things and bloody injuries, beauty and disgust. A collection that transcends space and time to show you what's inside my mind.
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if you close your eyes right before the train hits, your brain will think that you have died. some people find calmness in this.
I always reblog this I just love it so much
Um…my brain must be broken.
i cannot stop looking at this.
A dirty thunderstorm (also, Volcanic lightning) is a weather phenomenon that occurs when lightning is produced in a volcanic plume. A study in the journal Science indicated that electrical charges are generated when rock fragments, ash, and ice particles in a volcanic plume collide and produce static charges, just as ice particles collide in regular thunderstorms.
I can never NOT reblog pictures of these
heres to all the kids who have never found their name on anything in a souvenir store
if you’re reading this, I’m proud of you for surviving and making it through the day despite all the difficulties that you face
I’m cheering for you!!
thank you (ﾉuwu)ﾉ~☆
Another zombie shoot tonight with Kate. Really werkin’ on that portfolio ;w;
Then probably Rocky Horror and working on my logo for my online shop uwu
Ever heard of the Relampago de Catatumbo, a.k.a. ”Lightning Lake”?
There’s something strange in the air where the Catatumbo River flows into Lake Maracaibo in Venezuela… For 140 to 160 nights out of the year, for 10 hours at a time, the sky above the river is pierced by almost constant lightning, producing as many as 280 strikes per hour.
Known as the “Relampago del Catatumbo,” this lightning storm has been raging, on and off, for as long a people can remember. It was first written about in the 1597 poem “The Dragontea” by Lope de Vega. De Vega tells of Sir Francis Drake’s 1595 attempt to take the city of Maracaibo by night, only to have his plans foiled when the lightning storm’s flashes gave away his position to the city’s defenders.
This happened again on July 24, 1823, when, during the Venezuelan War of Independence, Spanish ships were revealed by the lightning and defeated by the Simón Bolívar’s upstart navy.
In fact, the lightning, visible from 400 kilometers away, is so regular that it’s been used as a navigation aid by ships and is known among sailors as the “Maracaibo Beacon.” Interestingly, generally little to no sound accompanies this fantastic light show, as the lightning moves from cloud to cloud—far, far above the ground.
It’s still unknown exactly why this area—and this area alone—should produce such regular lightning. One theory holds that ionized methane gas rising from the Catatumbo bogs is meeting with storm clouds coming down from the Andes, helping to create the perfect conditions for a lightning storm.
With a total of roughly 1.2 million lightning discharges per year, the Relampago del Catatumbo is thought to be the world’s greatest producer of ozone. As the lightning rips through the air, it produces nitrogen oxide, which is broken down by sunlight and converted into ozone. It is unclear, however, whether these molecules ever end up in the protective ozone layer high above the planet.
The Amazing Underwater Forest of Lake Kaindy
What makes Lake Kaindy truly remarkable is that it contains an underwater forest. Visible on the lakes surface are the tall, dried-out tops of submerged Spruce trees that rise above the water’s surface like the masts of sunken ships. They are the only sign of the amazing frozen forest below the water’s surface.
The water is so cold (even in summer the temperature does not exceed 6 degrees) that the pine needles remain on the trees, even after a hundred years of being submerged. During the winter, the lake freezes and becomes a popular spot for ice diving.
The lake is 400 meters long and is located in Kazakhstan’s portion of the Tian Shan Mountains, about 129 km from the city of Almaty. The lake was created after an earthquake in 1911 triggered a large landslide blocking the gorge and forming a natural dam.
Japan > Everywhere else
This is Japan in a nutshell. Forget all the crazy stuff with the weird tv programs and the cosplaying—that’s just the outer shell that gets attention because it’s unusual. This, this is the beauty of the country. I’ve had little grandmothers chase me down because I dropped my shinkansen tickets. In amusement parks, the attendants do their upmost to get lost items (usually cardigans or kids’ shoes) back to the owners—before the owners even realize they’d lost said item(s). I’ve had complete strangers not only give my thorough directions but have offered to drive me to the place I needed to go.
It is so, so, so hard to go back to the States after you get the J-treatment. I mean, Japan has its downside (“What is this madness you call pizza???”), but the general attitudes of everyone—even the so-called hardcore yankees (two of whom who, on a blazing summer day, helped me find one of my schools when I was heinously lost in the labyrinth that is the neighborhood in which said school is located)—is the epitome of the mindset that I wish everyone would adopt. Because yelling at people gets you nowhere. And being able to empathize with people kinda helps make this country a really nice place to live in.
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THIS IS THE MOST ACCURATE POST I’VE SEEN ON TUMBLR
I now want to visit Japan even more.
I always heard though that they treat anyone outside their race like shit though.
^ No? If they seem scared or ask questions it’s because they’ve never seen someone of that race probably. It’s more ignorance(lack of knowledge of a race OR the Japanese stereotype of a race) than it is “treating someone like shit”
Also there’s always bad people in any country so maybe you’ve only heard the stories about the bad people.
Aw thats really cute then and makes a lot more sense then people being treated improperly.
I had a great hour long conversation with some 80 year old man who just approached my friend and I at Asakusa temple. We talked exactly about this and he was like “I love people! I love meeting people! Japanese are just shy we don’t learn about people in school, that’s why I learned English after the war, I want to be your friend” it was a nice talk, and the younger generation has TV & internet now so they’re less ignorant imho.
Tons of schools do exchanges as well, it’s definitely different now than it was say 20-30 years ago.
Ahhhhh. I was just talking about this with friends, how the Japanese are generally so much more polite and kind as an entity and how it makes me feel so warm and cuddly and mreh I just kind of want to leave this country because so many people here are so rude, brash, and judgmental and like, cannot be bothered by your mere existence. Of course there are nice people here too, duh. But yeah.
I love you Japan. One day I will visit you.