Here is something phenomenal, I have to share with you all: 

A mother cichlid keeps her babies in her mouth to protect them. Sometimes she let’s them out as shown above. Her mouth serves as a nest and nursery. 

It may seem like a good system, but it’s not exactly.

Let me introduce these guys: 

These catfish are notorious parasites. The catfish try and pick up a few of cichlid eggs. The mother defends her station, while the catfish drop a few of their own eggs. They know the cichlid mother will pick them up and think of it as her own egg.

So the cichlid become a surrogate mother for the offspring of their enemy. The catfish take off soon, not knowing what’s becomes of their young. The cichlid mother does her job, letting her brood grow in her mouth. 

Like in a horror movie, the catfish eggs hatch first. The baby catfish gobbles up every single one of the cichlid babies.

The cichlid mother releases, not her own babies, but the killer catfish baby that ate of all her own children.

The cichlid mom doesn’t realize the switch and treats the catfish baby as if it were her own.

A morbid, ironic twist. Here’s the video for this

Another interesting science post: How the Mokin Children Are Able to See Crystal Clear Underwater


These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.

And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. 

Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand. 

(Source: rightin-the-childhood)



This ones for sixpenceee

My dad passed away in October of 2011. And I was a total daddies girl. Not even five months later I found out I was pregnant with my son. My now ex whom I had been with for over 5 1/2 years decided he wanted nothing to do with us, so he left. So not only did my dad pass away, a long term relationship died. And I couldn’t even mourn, because I was pregnant, and I was terrified about a miscarriage due to stress. So I numbed myself.

ANYWAY, so I was roughly 5-6 months pregnant and I had my steel toe boots on to bring out the garbage (they’re my comfy old work boots) and I was going down the flight of steep steps at my old apartment. The lip of my boot caught the step and I started falling forward. I should have fallen forward, landed on my stomach, possibly killed the baby, and break my neck and die because of how steep these stairs were. But just as I saw the steps coming I felt a hand grab my left shoulder and yank me back so hard I ended up having bruises, and instead of falling forward, my left wrist bared all the weight and I slid down the steps on my back. I bruised the bone on my wrist, shoulder and tailbone but that’s it.

To this day I swear it was my dad that pulled me back.

Another fun fact, my son looks IDENTICAL to my dad. He was born 2 months and 1 day after the 1 year anniversary of my dads death.


Attached is pictures of me and my almost 2 year old son Trystan :)

You & your son are adorable :)


Tim Burton Inspired Pokemon Drawing by Vaughn Pinpin (More Images)



sixpenceee there were ghosts.

next time carry holy water 


Pumpkin carvings that will make your jaw-drop (Source) (Frightening Halloween Masks) (Fantastic Halloween Decorations)


want disney posts on your dash?


*hears a single word from a foreign language that i know* Wow. haha not to toot my own horn or anything but did you guys know that you are in the presence of a sophisticated linguist



Cookie in a milk cup.




Milk in cookie cup.



A fear submitted by coziestbean to deep-dark-fears.


Today this girl in class looked different because she had straightened her hair and I told her it was so pretty and straight and she goes “unlike me”. So me thinking that she has bad self esteem, I say “don’t say that. You’re pretty.” To which she replies “oh no, im pretty. I’m just not straight.” And I shit you not my stomach still hurts from laughing too hard.

my essay (due tomorrow)

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Cute Pink Kaoani