Here are some Underland Chronicles memes I edited
Your welcome -w-
no but seriously I still get chills thinking about turning off my headlamp in the cave and The Hand That I Did Not Actually See, and it’s been twelve years since it happened
it’s such an unreal experience
like
you turn off your light in a cave and wave your hand in front of your face
and
you can see this shadowy thing moving in the black space where your hand is
it looks like the same shadowy thing you would see in your room at night if you waved your hand in front of your face, it’s there and vaguely hand-shaped, and your brain recognizes it as your hand because your brain is aware of where your hand is and what it is doing
But You Are Not Seeing Anything
Inside a cave, there is No Light. No matter how far your pupils spread, there is no light for them to draw in, no light to put an image on your retina.
But your brain just Fucking Assumes that because it knows where your hand is and what it is doing, clearly it can see it.
So it creates a shadowy thing for your eyes to be seeing.
Brain is like “there’s a hand there”
Eyes are like “yup sure thing brain I can totally see it”
Brain is like “nice”
but there is no hand, you cannot see the hand, you are seeing a literal actual hallucination in the cave because your brain thinks it knows best
Caves are awesome, but also terrifying. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
we once went spelunking, and a our guide said that once he was in a cave with a stream, so he could hear running water, and his brain was like ‘oh, running water? that means there must be Ducks out there’. and he saw like…low light shadows of ducks. that his brain just Put There.
As a cave guide: we call that ‘cave blindness’! True darkness absolutely wigs your brain out - we’re such visual creatures that after a while our brain throws a hissy after not seeing anything. Sensory deprivation is a very real kind of torture. We have a huge, deep cave system at work and there are a lot of places where you’re hundreds of meters in solid rock in this tiny, dark, still space.
I like to turn my torch off, sit down with my back against the wall, and wait to see how long it takes before I start seeing things or feeling like the ground is moving, or hearing things. Because I know I’m not - I’m in complete darkness, utter silence, sitting in rock that hasn’t moved in hundreds, if not thousands, of years.
Proof that brains are Ridiculous and over-react to a lot of stuff!
I want to add to this that people who lose their hearing as adults have reported hearing music “being played loudly from somewhere”, and other auditory hallucinations, bc the brain will just panic and put your brain’s ipod on *fucking shuffle* if it’s not getting any input
Grocery store parking lot
I broke down today.
In the grocery store parking lot
I think it’s been a rough week.
Scratch that,
A rough few weeks.
I keep asking myself why I feel this way
I shouldn’t feel this way.
I have no reason to.
Everything is great!
I have education.
I have love.
I have friends.
I have a roof over my head.
I have a job.
But I still feel
Empty.
I still can’t bring myself to say it.
I can’t admit to him that I’m depressed again.
I’m supposed to be the strong one
I can’t be the one who needs help now.
I couldn’t even go into the store.
I had to sit in the car.
I couldn’t bring myself to leave my house today.
It’s the first day of fall!
Beautiful, crisp air and bright blue skies,
But I couldn’t do it.
So I broke down.
In the grocery store parking lot.
Sometimes it just takes
The smallest nudge
To push someone over the edge.
Number of letters in each European Country in their alphabet.
a, á, ä b c č d ď dz dž e é f g h ch i í j k l ĺ ľ m n ň o ó ô p q (loanwords only) r ŕ s š t ť u ú v w (loanwords only) x (loanwords only) y ý z ž did I forget anything?
Source: reddit.com
March 2nd 2018 Thousands of people marching in honour of the late journalist Ján Kuciak and his partner, archaeologist Martina Kušnírová who were murdered because of Kuciak’s investigation of the highest government representatives and their connectios to Italian mafia.
The signs in Slovak read: “attack on journalists = attack on all of us” “the real meaning of state is justice”
Nights like these
It’s the nights like these
You‘re here with my family
And everything fits
You belong
It’s the nights like these
You fall asleep on me
And everything is right
You belong
It’s the nights like these
That make saying goodbye
So difficult
Because
I know
You belong
It’s the nights like these
When all you have to do is look at me
And I know
I belong
With you
Forever
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀and in the bitter silence of his heart he screamed and yearned for her.
changes
Everything is changing.
I don’t know what to do.
Dynamics shift
Relationships change
People leave
It feels like
everything
Is crashing down around me
I’m scrambling to keep it all together
I grasp at empty air
A millisecond too late
To save you
You’d think that clinging to what you do have
would make it better...
But it just hurts more
When you do
Eventually
Lose them
You always stay
I look over at you
“You should probably go...
It’s late.
You work in the morning”
You pull me closer
And whisper
“Probably. But this is worth it.
Worth.
Every.
Second.”
moments
We sit
Together
In silence
But it’s not uncomfortable.
It’s not weird.
It’s calm.
Content.
Relaxed.
Your thumb brushes over mine
And I know
I want this forever.
I want you forever.
I don’t care where I end up,
I just want you to be there too
Hype??
I was prepared
To hype you up,
But I was not prepared
For you to hype me up
Not quite sure
How to handle
This
But I'll get it eventually
newvagabond
NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.
rknjl
NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE. LIVE.
d-dinosaur
URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>
doxian
NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
SURVIVE
thelegendofkungjew
NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
EVOLVE
NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE.
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT.
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA
NO “MATTER”. EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.
THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.
TIME DOES NOT EXIST.
BE.
sea grey
You wore that shirt today
The blue one
The one that makes your eyes sparkle
It's not even fancy
It's just an old t-shirt
But I couldn't stop staring
At those sea grey eyes
Those eyes that light up the room
And light up my heart
square one (again)
I don't know why I even try
Honestly
I hype myself up and
My anxiety takes over
And I can't talk to you
And it's all in my head
I am physically capable of speaking
But I'm sincerely afraid of you leaving
And I clam up
And I tense up
And it's back to square one
hopeless hope
I just want
A hand to hold
Someone to go to church with
A steady shoulder to lean on
A hand to rest on the small of my back
Someone to play with my hair
Someone to sit in the silence with
Someone to tell about my great days
And my sucky days
Someone to pray for
To go grocery shopping with
Someone to share a blanket with
I just want someone to call mine.
And I think that's precisely the problem.
I want it so badly
That it won't happen
Maybe if I can just be happy
With the way my life is now
Then I'll be able to have these things
That's the hope
At least
dreams
For a few hours
It's my reality
And suddenly
It all shifts back
But sometimes that reality is so real,
I forget that it was only real to me
I think maybe you know it too
You don't
And then I'm struggling to make sense
Of which reality is mine
And which is a dreamer's
thoughts
I think about it too much
it’s unhealthy
not sure what to do though
should i stay or should i go?
this thinking has me
spinning
spinning
spinning
my ears ring
my eyes blur
my nose runs
it’s almost maddening
but it’s only ever happening
under the surface
it’s not top
but it’s right under it
ready at any moment
to make itself known
“BAM.
I WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME
DID YOU KNOW, WORLD?”
they did
in fact
know
but
I had hoped to keep it secret
haha
how naive of me
keep it in inside
don’t let them in
they’ll push you
to do the thing
you’ve been
avoiding
for so long
I’ve come to believe that I just need to leave the thoughts alone