We rely on our sight more than on any other sense to help us interpret the world around us. So when we spot something peculiar, we can get very disturbed very fast. But what's life without any peculiarity, confusion, and a dash of uneasiness?
There's a wicked Instagram account called 'Cursed Images' with the sole purpose of testing our limits. It shares random pictures, provides no context for them, and leaves us puzzled just because.
Why, you might ask, do you need to see a black cat in a room filled with mushrooms? Or a kid scared of an Obama mask? But why, I counter your question, do we go on roller coaster rides? There's a thrill in not knowing what awaits you. So continue scrolling and brace for the unexpected.
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I was planning to fall asleep tonight, guess that’s not happening.
I don't know what the f**k that is but it needs WD40 and a lighter to it IMMEDIATELY
This is photosphopped. If you look in the mirror there's nothing in its mouth
If my mom hooked me up with two crabs and some guava juice, I'd be stoked af.
Note: this post originally had 91 images. It’s been shortened to the top 41 images based on user votes.
why do I always click on this one, it pops up every month and it never gets better
I'm a masochist
Oh goodness.
Does for me
It’s times like these I’m glad I don’t remember everything I see/read/experience. My theory for why BP keeps circulating these: they don’t want us to forget them. If we see them enough times, they’ll become imbedded into our brains as the things that wouldn’t stop popping up. But… why??
Or how about this----> "these things", as you call them, aren't infinite. All good "things" come to an end eventually. I want BP to prolong that crisis as long as possible..
What did I just look at?
why do I always click on this one, it pops up every month and it never gets better
I'm a masochist
Oh goodness.
Does for me
It’s times like these I’m glad I don’t remember everything I see/read/experience. My theory for why BP keeps circulating these: they don’t want us to forget them. If we see them enough times, they’ll become imbedded into our brains as the things that wouldn’t stop popping up. But… why??
Or how about this----> "these things", as you call them, aren't infinite. All good "things" come to an end eventually. I want BP to prolong that crisis as long as possible..
What did I just look at?