Frazzled nerves and above all exaggeration… I was always conscious of this little weak spot and sometimes I have been very much afraid of it. ‘I exaggerate everything, and that’s what makes me lame,’ I repeated this to myself hourly.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground (via philosophybits)
can someone please tell me what the fuck I just saw
this guy is just keeping a shit ton of eels in a storm drain? There’s a water filtration system down there? the water is clear?? there’s crawfish?? they possibly ate the other crawfish??? there’s an aquarium above the pool???? he’s just tossing animals in there to be eaten maybe???
what kind of pit is this? what happens when it rains, do the eels get washed away? what’s with the aquarium?? Is this like a well on his property or city infrastructure???
context
source is i follow this guy on tiktok
the eel pit is a rain reservoir under his house, yes its his, yes hes allowed to do this
hes set up a filtration system so that all water going in is safe for the fishies and its an reservoir so theyre not getting wooshed away anywhere
its come pretty far along now, and theyre all doing well
the pit also has a few catfish now, and a couple crayfish
everything in the pit is named
the eels are mostly named eel puns and he can in fact tell them apart
one of the eels is named crunchwrap supreme and that one seems to be his favourite, as it he can hand feed it and its friendly with him
as for Why he made this into an eel pit the answer is basically he works at a fish husbandry store and he always wanted a bunch of eels
Not seeing a whole lot of reblogs nerds, if you don’t reblog then your moms an eel pit I’m not asking anymore
If the problem is something in your own character, who’s stopping you from setting your mind straight? And if it’s that you’re not doing something you think you should be, why not just do it?
There’s hardly a frame of Argento’s Suspiria that doesn’t feature at least a glimmer of red somewhere. The walls of the demented ballet school that serves as the film’s nightmarish setting are blood red, both inside and out. When the walls aren’t red, the backlighting is, frequently casting a red glare over everything. The lipstick on the pale faces of Suspiria’s unwary ballerinas, and their nail polish, is red. And when the horror comes, it’s sumptuously, terrifyingly red as well. […] Argento’s Suspiria put red everywhere, right from the jump, because the evil within the dance school was everywhere — and so was the bright red creative passion that fueled said evil. The film’s emphasis on color made death dazzling; it transformed its witches’ gleeful bloodlust into a sensory-overloading, overwhelming breed of terror.
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