Jumpies are literally the sweetest little things if you cup them in your hands they just jump around all confused like “hey whats going on where are we going tall friend?”
please dont kill tiny jumping spiders they are harmless and adorable
they have no venom and will not hurt you
they even wear tiny droplets on their heads like hats to drink later
these arachnids are innocent little creatures and do not deserve a squishing
Timothy Clark Smith’s grave in New Haven’s Evergreen Cemetery. Smith was a 19th century doctor with an incurable fear, taphephobia — defined as an irrationally morbid fear of being buried alive. Fear of being buried alive was elaborated to the extent that those who could afford it would make all sorts of arrangements for the construction of a “safety coffin”, or other safety measures to put in place. Dr. Smith was buried in a specially prepared grave with his face positioned beneath a cement tube that leads to the surface. The 6ft tube ended at a piece of 14×14 inch plate glass allowing Tim to gaze upward towards the Vermont skies in the event that he was buried alive. For extra protection, a bell was supposedly placed in his hands that he could ring in case he woke up.
Street of crocodiles (1986) — dir. Stephen Quay, Timothy Quay
based on a short story by Bruno Schulz
"There is no dead matter. Lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hides unknown forms of life. The range of these forms is infinite,
and their shades and nuances limitless.”
- baby: m-m-m
- mom: mommy?
- baby: Mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
- mom: cthulhu is fucking overrated go read the whisperer in darkness