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9 hours ago on September 22nd | J | 4,142 notes

pizzaback:

wolves-whales-and-waves:

griseus:

The marine eels and other members of the superorder  Elopomorpha have a leptocephalus larval stage, which are flat and transparent. This group is quite diverse, containing 801 species in 24 orders, 24 families and 156 genera (super diverse). 

Leptocephali have compressed bodies that contain jelly-like substances on the inside, with a thin layer of muscle with visible myomeres on the outside, a simple tube as a gut, dorsal and anal fins, but they lack pelvic fins. They also don’t have any red blood cells (most likely is respiration by passive diffusion), which they only begin produce when the change into the juvenile glass eel stage. Appears to feed on marine snow, tiny free-floating particles in the ocean.

This large size leptocephalus must be a species of Muraenidae (moray eels), and probably the larva of a long thin ribbon eel, which is metamorphosing, and is entering shallow water to finish metamorphosis into a young eel, in Bali, Indonesia.

Is it just me or does he look REALLY excited about where ever (s)he’s going?

BBY EEL

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warrenbuchholz:

Stop Victim Blaming campaign poster series.

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digbicks:

Human Error, Victoria Siemer

Brooklyn-based graphic designer Victoria Siemer, also known as Witchoria, has an ongoing photography series updated weekly called Human Error in which the artist digitally overlays an existential or lovelorn computerized error message over a scanned Polaroid. The error message prompts the viewer for an action or to wait, illustrating the futility of this technological exercise when perceived in the context of heartbreak or ennui.

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This is not a poem. This is
left over wax stuck to the side
of a snuffed candle.
This is a war song sung by an army
that doesn’t know if the fight
is worth it. This is a silhouette:
the light barely scraping its
creases. White noise -
that blaring sound
between the two radio stations
when you can’t quite
pick up the frequency.
This is not a poem.
It’s the wind
pulling us in the direction of home.
The hills rolling and rolling,
a kaleidoscope spinning
masses of mosaics and a child
staring at it in awe.
Leaves glimmering
against a black sun.
This is the fragility
of cobwebs.
The tide pulsing.
This is how
despite all our differences,
our bones are the same colour.
This is not a poem, it’s a bare
knuckled fist fight.
A fatal knockout.
This is an emergency.
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neil-gaiman:

youaintpunk:

sarajevomoja:

talk about perspective. shit.

Fucking hell.

I remember the first time I saw a map of Africa to scale. My jaw dropped.

neil-gaiman:

youaintpunk:

sarajevomoja:

talk about perspective. shit.

Fucking hell.

I remember the first time I saw a map of Africa to scale. My jaw dropped.

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