#scary signs

[lalicel]

[the-witchs-brew]

[yourlocalbreadenthusiast]

Would anyone like to see my collection of unnerving signs? Here's an example:

[lost-lycaon]

Taken on the road from Tzaneen Country Lodge toward Phalaborwa. Considering that poachers are armed with AKs and rocket propelled grenades (to kill elephants), they absolutely mean it.

[sighmurderbot]

I like collecting pictures of unsettling signs

[kvetch19]

[daddys-babygirl420]

[dragonfang-photography]

Well I don't see anyone running out to stop me, sooooo...

[roberts-trevor]

[plushflower]

Getting ready for Halloween 🎃 Buy @ linktr.ee/PlushGemArt

[kdnotkevindurant]

Mikayla: Don't worry, I've got this.

Deandra: What the fuck was that?

Mikayla: It was me, Mikayla Van Buren!

Deandra: Oh, Jesus Christ! Is that a fucking Gremlin?

Mikayla: No. I'm a third grader.

Deandra: Whatever, just no one feed that fucking thing after midnight.

[midwestmidnightmass]

Surgical Amphitheater

[the-four-humors]

June 3, 2023

Albuquerque, New Mexico

[emmy-trash0924]

The Damned Monster Anorexia

Yet again, another assignment for English that I wish to share. We were given the freedom to create a monster and write a narrative about it, I chose to make mine the embodiment of Anorexia. With that being said...

WARNINGS!!: mentions of eating disorder and mental illness, mean comments (if more, please let me know, those are the only one’s I could think of off the top of my head)

Have you ever felt as if you're being watched from the shadows, as if you 're being preyed on from a distance?

He lurks in the shadows, something that’s not seen to the visible eye. Some can feel his presence while others cannot. He feeds away at your mental state, feeds on your sanity, slowly stopping you from doing an essential need; eating.

It all starts with a simple comment about weight; spiraling into a whirlwind of constant thoughts. He feeds on this. His pitch black claws seep into your skin, never letting go for the entirety of your existence. His black eyes peer into yours, holding your gaze until you’re brainwashed with the thoughts of excessive calories and weight. Obsession over the entity’s skinny body and limbs cloud one’s vision, blinding them with jealousy from everything else. Fear of gaining a measly ounce of weight overtakes the mind

Anorexia is his name. An entity of anguish. A demon of disorder.

 Lengthy limbs enshroud his figure as he observes his next target, watching them spiral down into insanity. It fills him with glee. The target as of this week happened to be exactly like the others; a person who lets even the slightest of an insult get to them way more than they should. A wicked smile plays onto his face and his eyes light up with an evil glint while he watches from a distance, waiting for the perfect time to sink his claws into the flesh, the desire to do so only growing stronger by the second. He was famished and his hunger only grew as he watched his next meal spiral down to perfection. 

He always had to wait for his next meal of sanity, waiting to the point just before it breaks, where all there is left is the strained last drop of pure sanity and the everlasting thoughts about calorie intake.

Anyone could see him if they really tried, if they paid attention to their friend’s attitude about eating or food in general. He didn’t try to hide himself, he didn’t care to hide, although the shadows are preferred. 

He gets his fun by seeing others suffer, his fun only ending when someone forces his target to “get help.” As if that’ll help any. It does work sometimes though, making his meals more scarce as of late. That’s why he’s keeping this week’s meal within reach, constantly whispering the loathsome words to them, “cooking” them to his liking. 

His whispers include:

“You need to lose weight.”

“How many calories is that bag of chips?”

“Is it really worth eating if all you’re gonna do is gain weight?”

“Everyone thinks you look fat.”

“You’re a goddamn pig. All you ever do is just eat, and eat, and eat.”

One thinks that in order to get rid of his consistent whispering, all they have to do is listen. Oh, how much more could they be wrong. It only fills his hunger more, leaving him a constant source of nutrients where he can satiate himself whenever he would like. However this couldn’t be farther from the truth. The only way to free yourself of his monstrous affinity to your hunger is to deny him as he wants you to deny yourself. You must be an absolute parallel to your thoughts to win this struggle. You may be inclined to isolate yourself as to hide yourself from the world, but it's better to surround yourself as his influence is only skin deep and can only suggest. 

Anorexia doesn’t work alone, he can’t work alone. His right hand man is called Depression, who helps him by making your own thoughts seem untrustworthy; manipulating you into thinking you cannot trust yourself.

[sinfulspeakeasy]

I think this definitely is a warning

[yeanabilajackson]

It is 11/11/22 at 3:38 am

I don't believe myself what I just experienced and feel tonight.

I try my best to put it into words.

It's late and I can't sleep. I'm in the living room, lying on the couch, only the television gives me light. My window has been wide open for hours, the door is open up to the wall. There is no wind and the sky is clear..

I just hope to get tired.

I'm just watching an episode of Dahmer on netflix. Well, only a few minutes, then I felt the need to look for the ending melody on Youtube.. found..

I hear the first 3 seconds of the whale sound's and try to express my feelings about it in a loud voice..

It Touch my soul.

I tell myself for the first few seconds "first of all it feels like an epiphany, no, more like my soul is taking off to heaven". After the sentence, taking deep breaths and holding my head up, I exhale all my air from my lungs, towards the sky. The door starts to move a little and stops at about 1/3. That seems strange to me since there is no wind, but I don't think anything of it..

I continue.

From the 4th second you can hear the shrill violin, I say to myself "and now it feels like everything is going to break". As I say this I see the door move more and more as my sentence progresses, so that it suddenly slams with real force and noise and stays closed, even though the door can only be kept closed with a key..

How can this be possible?

I am shocked and tears well up in my eyes. I run to the door in a panic, open it, look out the window at the sky and say with a crying voice "I'm here and I'll be there. I won't let the door get closed"..

Those seconds feel like hours.

There are 2 long, large mirrors on my lowboard between the door and the window. Immediately after my words they start to move so much that they threaten to fall off the lowboard. This frightens me so much that I quickly close the door. Everything was quiet and everything was over, instantly..

I can't explain what happened here, but it feels like I couldn't withstand the great storm.