the waitomo caves of new zealand’s northern island, formed two million years ago from the surrounding limestone bedrock, are home to an endemic species of bioluminescent fungus gnat (arachnocampa luminosa, or glow worm fly) who in their larval stage produce silk threads from which to hang and, using a blue light emitted from a modified excretory organ in their tails, lure in prey who then become ensnared in sticky droplets of mucus.

photos from spellbound waitomo tours, forevergone, blue polaris, and martin rietze. (more cave photos) (more bioluminescence photos)

This is one of my favourite places I’ve ever been.

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frickyeah1990s:

Wishbone, aka the coolest dog of the 90s

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dotcore:

Controllers.
by Javier Laspiur.

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I was so sure I had sex figured out when I was six.

I had carefully assembled all my facts: Sex has to do with babies getting made, bellybuttons have to do with babies being in a lady’s tummy, french kissing with tongues has to do with sex, the sinful romance novels at the grocery store have to do with sex.  Thanks to the sweeping popularity of this pose in 90s romance novel covers:

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The conclusion was pretty obvious: Sex is when a man makes a baby by sticking his tongue in a lady’s bellybutton.  CLEARLY.

I forget sometimes.

  • Me: Man, getting older sucks. I used to be able to stay up two days in a row without it killing me like this. Hell, back in high school I could stay up THREE days in a row.
  • Brain: On speed. That was on speed.
  • Me: Ohhhh yeaaaaah.
delcat:

Can it just be said for posterity that the first time I got high, I did in fact crawl under the coffee table and go “FORTY-FIVE DEGREES”
and I am glad that at least one person knew what I was talking about because I was in no shape to explain

I’m sorry we accidentally got you about 5000% more high than we intended or God/nature intended but you were pretty hilarious.

delcat:

Can it just be said for posterity that the first time I got high, I did in fact crawl under the coffee table and go “FORTY-FIVE DEGREES”

and I am glad that at least one person knew what I was talking about because I was in no shape to explain

I’m sorry we accidentally got you about 5000% more high than we intended or God/nature intended but you were pretty hilarious.

..what’s an altar call?
An altar call typically happens at the end of a service and it’s when the pastor invites anyone who needs to be saved to come down to the altar and be prayed with and accept Jesus into their hearts.  In some denominations, this is simply an invitation for new visitors to become Christians.  In others, the altar call is also a chance for existing members to make their repentance public if they’ve been sinning.
I grew up Pentecostal/Assemblies of God, where altar calls can last for 3-4 hours and include stuff like speaking in tongues and slaying in the spirit, and in my church especially it got extremely pressuring and judgmental with call being dragged on because the pastor had specific people in mind or because not enough people were repenting. 
But even without all that, the nicest, quietest, and quickest altar call is inappropriate beyond belief at a funeral.  A funeral is not a place to demand repentance and preach eternal torment.  No one deserves hellfire and damnation pinned onto their time of grieving. 
"Wow, I was really extremely too young for this the first time I saw it."

— If I had a dollar for every time I’ve said this I could afford more therapy.

yahwehorthehighway:

I. Loved. This. Game!

Del, we had this game.  Did we ever actually play it as a game or did we just spend endless hours setting up more and more elaborate kill shots?

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guacamolebeautyqueen:

I WANT IT

Yeah perfect I love accessorizing with my own tears

guacamolebeautyqueen:

I WANT IT

Yeah perfect I love accessorizing with my own tears

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