seriously, he's a dead soldier. Not getting the creep factor here. It's just a regular dead guy getting his clothes stolen.
Looking into a black hole is one of my worst nightmares. Just imagine, your in space looking at the earth, and your slowly turned around to face a huge black hole with pure black.
people in russia during the great war resorted to cannibalism in order to survive when supply lines were interrupted.
it's so harrowing. the man and the woman in the scarf, their eyes look so dead and empty. could they imagine themselves on the table to feed their community?
This picture must have inspired those women from the Hemwick Charnel Lane. There's even with with a dog directly beside it, incredibly reminiscent of this image, down to the glowing eyes and run down farmland.
BY WALTER DE LA MARE
‘Is there anybody there?’ said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
‘Is there anybody there?’ he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
’Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:—
‘Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,’ he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.
I have a lot, bumping with creepy pics. Wish there wasn't a damn time limit.
my dream is always go into blackhole. Cause you either 1) die and completely annihilated, which is the most perfect death that ever imaginable in this universe. Or 2) Appear at the other side of the universe, contact with another being and become one of them.
I was browsing some /b/ thread I can't remember last night, and I think it was the first response that had this picture of old Simpsons screenshots with Spanish subtitles, and then it starts getting creepy, like Homer having a mutant mouth (looks like the mouth of a vampire from Blade), half of it is in black and white, Bart looking like some grey blob with eyes an getting really close to someone. That's all I saw before I got freaked out, but I'd be grateful if anyone had the image.
I wish, anon.
In reality, we would die from the effects the black hole had on our solar system and planet long before any direct effect from it would kill us.
Even if we were hurling straight into it, we would be painfully stretched and ripped apart before we would be annihilated.
Black hole; not the way to go.