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This is a photo of the best and worst purchase I have ever made in my life. It is a kotatsu. For those of you unfamiliar, a kotatsu is a Japanese heated table. The top of the table comes off, you put a blanket on in the cold seasons, and then put the table top back on. There are small space heaters underneath the whole table and when you stick your feet under there, it’s a toasty oven of pure bliss. It’s great on heating bills because I don’t turn on my heat, just my kotatsu. It’s the best and the worst purchase because it’s fucking awesome yet it’s so awesome I never want to leave the thing and end up missing school because who the fuck wants to get out from under a toasty oven of pure bliss? Not this bitch. My advice to you, is that you should totally get a kotatsu but only if you have the will power and self control to not get trapped under there. It’s so addicting, I even sleep under it sometimes…

i am so getting a kotatsu

I will own one…one day.

aw shit i want one

ohmnia:

cherry82:

fooboo24:

cyndal-:

This is a photo of the best and worst purchase I have ever made in my life. It is a kotatsu. For those of you unfamiliar, a kotatsu is a Japanese heated table. The top of the table comes off, you put a blanket on in the cold seasons, and then put the table top back on. There are small space heaters underneath the whole table and when you stick your feet under there, it’s a toasty oven of pure bliss. It’s great on heating bills because I don’t turn on my heat, just my kotatsu. It’s the best and the worst purchase because it’s fucking awesome yet it’s so awesome I never want to leave the thing and end up missing school because who the fuck wants to get out from under a toasty oven of pure bliss? Not this bitch. My advice to you, is that you should totally get a kotatsu but only if you have the will power and self control to not get trapped under there. It’s so addicting, I even sleep under it sometimes…

i am so getting a kotatsu

I will own one…one day.

aw shit i want one

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theparanormalguide:

Roopkund, The Skeleton Lake- Macabre Places- Located in the State of Uttarakhand in the northern part of India is a glacial lake known as Roopkund. Found high up in the Himalayas, at an altitude of 5km (about 16,000 feet), this picturesque locale is flanked by two of the larger mountain peaks that make up this range.Roopkund is not known just for its beauty but more for a find that gave it it’s second name – Skeleton Lake.In the late 1800’s there were reports of vast numbers of skeletons, buried/frozen in the glacial lakes ice. This was almost taken as legend as Roopkund is located almost in the middle of nowhere and the dozens of skeletons reported made no sense, it was not near any trade routes.However in 1942 a ranger from the Nanda Devi game reserve came across the bones. There was not a few dozen skeletons but hundreds.The early reports from the 1800’s were not so common knowledge and immediate assumption was that the skeletons may have been a force of Japanese soldiers trying to sneak through this part of India on some sort of wartime mission, but dying from the elements. This assumption was soon quashed as the remains turned out to be much older than a few years.Not knowing exactly who they were, many theories came about as to how they all died together. Landslide, blizzard, plague/disease and even ritual suicide were all put forward.In the 1960’s a expedition was sent out to the Skeleton Lake in order to run some tests and the hope on discovering who these people were. Their conclusion was that the bodies were maybe 800 years old coming from about the 12th century.They were wrong.In 2004 another expedition was sent out, this time made up of a party of Indian and European scientists. They collected DNA for testing, the DNA being well preserved as being in cold and dry climates many of the bodies still had hair and tissue.It was discovered that the remains belonged to a few groups of people – a group of taller humans that made up several family groups and a group of shorter people. The shorter people were believed to be porters and guides helping the taller people to cross the area… but no one can tell where they may have been going or where they had left from.The survey of the area also discovered there was at least 200 skeletons (some sources say as many as 600) though more may still be buried and frozen in the surrounding snow and ice. However they were able to ascertain the age of the remains by carbon dating the bones, they were all from approximately 850AD (give or take a few decades) making them well over a millennia old.Another important find was how the people had died. Many of the skeletons had fractures and holes to the head, necks and shoulders, and most of these holes were at the top of the skull. Some of these holes were massive while others much smaller. This indicated a high force from objects falling on the people from above and soon a final conclusion as to how the people had died was made.A sudden and incredibly forceful hailstorm broke out and struck most, if not all, of the hundreds of people dead. Being stuck out in the open with no shelter it must have been a horrifying scene as the members of the group were struck down, dashed on the head with hailstones up to the size of a cricket ball.It is still not known with 100% certainty who these people were but luck was definitely against them on this occasion. Still they provide a fascinating insite into a terrible event and many of their bones still rest on the shores and in the waters/ice of the Skeleton Lake.However it is not unusual for people, other than scientists, to take home a grisly souvenir from their visit to the lake. A deplorable act and one I hope anyone with respect for the dead takes no part in.One final note. There is apparently a traditional folk song sung by the women in certain parts of the Himalayas. The song describes a goddesses rage at having her mountains desecrated by outsiders travelling through. She struck them all down by raining death in the form of hailstones as hard as iron.If this has any relevance to Roopkund – Skeleton Lake, maybe this attests to a survivor who made it out of the valley alive, relating the tale of their peoples demise?Ashley Hall 2013.Photo: The Skeleton Lake - RoopkundInset Photos: Many different views of the skeletons some having been moved and displayed on the rocks.(All photo credits are unknown if you know who took any of these photos please inbox the page so credit can be given)
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theparanormalguide:

Roopkund, The Skeleton Lake
- Macabre Places

- Located in the State of Uttarakhand in the northern part of India is a glacial lake known as Roopkund. Found high up in the Himalayas, at an altitude of 5km (about 16,000 feet), this picturesque locale is flanked by two of the larger mountain peaks that make up this range.

Roopkund is not known just for its beauty but more for a find that gave it it’s second name – Skeleton Lake.

In the late 1800’s there were reports of vast numbers of skeletons, buried/frozen in the glacial lakes ice. This was almost taken as legend as Roopkund is located almost in the middle of nowhere and the dozens of skeletons reported made no sense, it was not near any trade routes.

However in 1942 a ranger from the Nanda Devi game reserve came across the bones. There was not a few dozen skeletons but hundreds.

The early reports from the 1800’s were not so common knowledge and immediate assumption was that the skeletons may have been a force of Japanese soldiers trying to sneak through this part of India on some sort of wartime mission, but dying from the elements. This assumption was soon quashed as the remains turned out to be much older than a few years.

Not knowing exactly who they were, many theories came about as to how they all died together. Landslide, blizzard, plague/disease and even ritual suicide were all put forward.

In the 1960’s a expedition was sent out to the Skeleton Lake in order to run some tests and the hope on discovering who these people were. Their conclusion was that the bodies were maybe 800 years old coming from about the 12th century.

They were wrong.

In 2004 another expedition was sent out, this time made up of a party of Indian and European scientists. They collected DNA for testing, the DNA being well preserved as being in cold and dry climates many of the bodies still had hair and tissue.

It was discovered that the remains belonged to a few groups of people – a group of taller humans that made up several family groups and a group of shorter people. The shorter people were believed to be porters and guides helping the taller people to cross the area… but no one can tell where they may have been going or where they had left from.

The survey of the area also discovered there was at least 200 skeletons (some sources say as many as 600) though more may still be buried and frozen in the surrounding snow and ice. However they were able to ascertain the age of the remains by carbon dating the bones, they were all from approximately 850AD (give or take a few decades) making them well over a millennia old.

Another important find was how the people had died. Many of the skeletons had fractures and holes to the head, necks and shoulders, and most of these holes were at the top of the skull. Some of these holes were massive while others much smaller. This indicated a high force from objects falling on the people from above and soon a final conclusion as to how the people had died was made.

A sudden and incredibly forceful hailstorm broke out and struck most, if not all, of the hundreds of people dead. Being stuck out in the open with no shelter it must have been a horrifying scene as the members of the group were struck down, dashed on the head with hailstones up to the size of a cricket ball.

It is still not known with 100% certainty who these people were but luck was definitely against them on this occasion. Still they provide a fascinating insite into a terrible event and many of their bones still rest on the shores and in the waters/ice of the Skeleton Lake.

However it is not unusual for people, other than scientists, to take home a grisly souvenir from their visit to the lake. A deplorable act and one I hope anyone with respect for the dead takes no part in.

One final note. There is apparently a traditional folk song sung by the women in certain parts of the Himalayas. The song describes a goddesses rage at having her mountains desecrated by outsiders travelling through. She struck them all down by raining death in the form of hailstones as hard as iron.

If this has any relevance to Roopkund – Skeleton Lake, maybe this attests to a survivor who made it out of the valley alive, relating the tale of their peoples demise?


Ashley Hall 2013.

Photo: The Skeleton Lake - Roopkund
Inset Photos: Many different views of the skeletons some having been moved and displayed on the rocks.
(All photo credits are unknown if you know who took any of these photos please inbox the page so credit can be given)

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equinoxparanormal:

Can Fantasy Evolve Into Reality? – The Rake
On the heels of the Slender Man legend comes the story of ‘The Rake’, a creepy tale of an unknown being that originally started on a few alternative boards. The narrative eventually reached a larger audience and transformed into a full blown urban legend. Does this allegory have tulpa potential? Well, that remains to be seen…but there have been reports that this creature does exist. The following is the original publication:The Genesis of ‘The Rake’ During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, human-like creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed. Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of their encounters with a creature of unknown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year. In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some excerpt.A Suicide Note: 1964As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.
Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope:
'Dearest Linnie, I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’
A Journal Entry 1880 (translated from Spanish):I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).
A Mariner’s Log: 1691He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.
Witness Account: 2006Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.
 At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing. After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him. My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature. In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms. I screamed and ran for the light switch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara. The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”. My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive. Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either. For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake. It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log. There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter. I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day) On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment. The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset. I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Could this be a real entity? There are descriptions of similar creatures throughout the ages. For example, Stephen King’s novel It where an entity’s various manifestations are given form and power by the belief of the townspeople or The Mothman Prophecies where John A. Keel alludes to several ghost and UFO sightings as likely being tulpas. I personally feel that thought-form manifestations may clarify and possibly explain certain phenomena…Lon
[Lon Strickler, Phantoms and Monsters]

equinoxparanormal:

Can Fantasy Evolve Into Reality? – The Rake

On the heels of the Slender Man legend comes the story of ‘The Rake’, a creepy tale of an unknown being that originally started on a few alternative boards. The narrative eventually reached a larger audience and transformed into a full blown urban legend. Does this allegory have tulpa potential? Well, that remains to be seen…but there have been reports that this creature does exist. The following is the original publication:

The Genesis of ‘The Rake’
During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, human-like creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.

Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of their encounters with a creature of unknown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some excerpt.

A Suicide Note: 1964
As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope:

'Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’


A Journal Entry 1880 (translated from Spanish):
I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).


A Mariner’s Log: 1691
He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.

Witness Account: 2006
Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.


At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.

I screamed and ran for the light switch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.


NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Could this be a real entity? There are descriptions of similar creatures throughout the ages. For example, Stephen King’s novel It where an entity’s various manifestations are given form and power by the belief of the townspeople or The Mothman Prophecies where John A. Keel alludes to several ghost and UFO sightings as likely being tulpas. I personally feel that thought-form manifestations may clarify and possibly explain certain phenomena…Lon

[Lon Strickler, Phantoms and Monsters]

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policymic:

Engineering company Festo is creating robots based on nature

German engineering firm Festo is creating a robot army. Sounds scary, right? But there’s no need to fear a “Skynet”-type apocalypse quite yet, because these robots want to do good by making laborious tasks easier in the factories of the future. And they’re using nature as their inspiration.

Festo summarizes the motivation behind their research on their website: “Gripping, moving, controlling and measuring – nature performs all of these tasks instinctively, easily and efficiently. What could be more logical than to examine these natural phenomena and learn from them?”

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thebiobabe:

iraffiruse:

Frozach Submitted

this is like a pop culture version of Cosmos cosmic calendar smashed together with the real one

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davykesey:

Vintage racing. 

davykesey:

Vintage racing. 

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Put A the bass dowwwn

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sixpenceee:

OK SO I SAW THIS AND I JUST TO SHARE WITH EVERYONE.

OH MY GOD

Where I got it from

More interesting bizarre world posts

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allhaildai:

0h-biteme:

weenierenegades:

medusahorror:

if you don’t know this is from a game, don’t reblog it.

Because you’re not allowed to enjoy creative, smooth animation. How dare you reblog a thing.

I have no clue what this is from#YOLO

reblogging just for the comments

allhaildai:

0h-biteme:

weenierenegades:

medusahorror:

if you don’t know this is from a game, don’t reblog it.

Because you’re not allowed to enjoy creative, smooth animation. How dare you reblog a thing.

I have no clue what this is from
#YOLO

reblogging just for the comments

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