atheistangel:
“Good Vibrations.
When a 6.8 earthquake shook Olympia, Wash., in 2001, shop owner Jason Ward discovered that a sand-tracing pendulum in his shop had recorded the vibrations of the earthquake on the sand.
Seismologists say that the...

atheistangel:

Good Vibrations.

When a 6.8 earthquake shook Olympia, Wash., in 2001, shop owner Jason Ward discovered that a sand-tracing pendulum in his shop had recorded the vibrations of the earthquake on the sand.
Seismologists say that the “flower” at the center reflects the higher-frequency waves that arrived first; the outer, larger-amplitude oscillations record the lower-frequency waves that arrived later

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joekewlio:

naidje:

rasec-wizzlbang:

slartibartfastibast:

Deep Frog

do you think this is what lovecraft meant whenever he described something as being beyond description

“It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any subway train—a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bubbles, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary eyes forming and un-forming as pustules of greenish light all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down upon us, crushing the frantic penguins and slithering over the glistening floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all litter.”

— H. P. Lovecraft,

At the Mountains of Madness

This.. actually makes a fine reference to what a lovecraftian eldritch abomination SHOULD BE. not just.. tentacles and darkness. Perpetually changing, not cemented in form, with an otherworldly feel to it. Completely unrecognizable by most human descriptions, and only able to be viable perceived by those fine enough to be an adept wordsmith.

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una-zingara:

Thurible

.

Is it love that exists within the in-between,

the silent air moments of conversation

that carry nothing but thoughts

too vulnerable to speak aloud

.

How do we measure the distance between us

.

Do we take account by weight, this heaviness

that accumulates the stale air of our home

Or measure the span of thought travelling

lonely pathways that never reach our lips

.

We bow heads instead, repenting each sin

.

Mourn innocence lost as wounds smoulder

within the thurible of our days

A meager penance offered to the heavens

raised as prayer silently whispered

.

Sabrina Escorcio

September 2018

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purplebuddhaquotes:

“Never discredit your gut instinct. You are not paranoid. Your body can pick up on bad vibrations. If something deep inside of you says something is not right about a person or situation, trust it.”


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