How about Tilda Swinton?
Yeah, she can excel at creepy.
I hate to see the quarterback lick his fingers.
Mourning Doves cooing on a foggy/misty day and old houses. I’m pretty sure why I get the creeps from these, especially if all three are combined but I can’t rationally get past it.
Warning: Not for the faint of heart.
I was linked to
a picture of a girl whose anus had partially slid out of her ass, presumably after a lot of rough anal sex
last night and I couldn’t sleep until 6 AM. That was some creepy, creepy, creepy shit. I really wish I could unsee it.
!!! Me too! People always look at me like I’m crazy when I say this. It’s not just the fish and other horrifying creatures, and it’s not just the massive amounts of water…but…but…together it’s awful.
We love watching nature documentaries, but whenever there’s one about the ocean, I have to go and read a book or something while my husband watches it. I can’t take it–especially when they’re out in the middle of the deep ocean. I can’t help but think that all you can see are the creatures around you, and endless blue with no definition. You can’t see the bottom, it just fades to black. At a certain depth, you can’t see the surface, it just fades to light blue. If you look around…all you see is blue…and then a freaking shark fighting a gigantic squid or something. Of course the worst part of it all is that I know someone went down there with a camera to film that!
I’m definitely a land-lubber.
ETA: And still, knowing this about me, my husband tried to get me to watch Open Water. Hahahaha. No.