Like…I’m going and you can’t like, stop me man!
you ever catch a glimpse of a cloud passing in front of a full moon and you’re suddenly a highwayman in an 18th century ghost story who just left a tavern on a chilly october night to ride horseback through the woods till you reach the next town over
build-a-bear needs to start a cryptid collection. i want a plush mothman that makes squeaking noises and smells like campfire with a hint of fresh pine.
These plants are photosynthesising underwater and producing an excess of oxygen through their leaves in the form of small bubbles which is called pearling. (Source)
WOAH WTF THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
THIS IS WHERE MERMAIDS LIVE
