1. 19:32 13th Sep 2014

    Notes: 42935

    Reblogged from seriously-youknow

    endlessyuji:

    Most Brutal Metal Scream 2012

    i’ve watched this about 10 times already and im gonna shit on myself

     
  2. 19:31

    Notes: 84233

    Reblogged from fluent-in-lesbianism

    (Source: darkflights)

     
  3. 19:30

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    Reblogged from 50shadesofacceptance

    (Source: kushandwizdom)

     
  4. 19:30

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    Reblogged from lyricalhearts92

    thebest-memes:

"No matter how bad you fuck up at work, you didn’t fucked up this bad"

    thebest-memes:

    "No matter how bad you fuck up at work, you didn’t fucked up this bad"

     
  5. 19:29

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    Reblogged from howprecioustheflight

    
Me, everyday.

    Me, everyday.

     
  6. 19:29

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    Reblogged from teenagerposts

     
  7. 10:25

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    Reblogged from divine--lesbians

    i-effed-it-all-up:

    do u ever look back on ur childhood and get blown away by how gay u were before u even knew what gay was

     
  8. 10:24

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    Reblogged from cherish-the-burden

    itsstuckyinmyhead:

    Cats and Tumblr

     
  9. 19:52 11th Sep 2014

    Notes: 1323

    Reblogged from naaahhhh

    image: Download

    awwww-cute:

This is Cake, she’s 1 today

    awwww-cute:

    This is Cake, she’s 1 today

     
  10. 07:53 10th Sep 2014

    Notes: 75353

    Reblogged from divine--lesbians

    image: Download

    thinking-kills-happiness:

30 years later and piper and Alex are still in prison…

    thinking-kills-happiness:

    30 years later and piper and Alex are still in prison…

     
  11. 23:30 9th Sep 2014

    Notes: 23350

    Reblogged from howprecioustheflight

    I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.
    — Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via questiun)

    (Source: 6ee)

     
  12. 23:28

    Notes: 333468

    Reblogged from coldeagles

    image: Download

    the-misadventures-of-lele:

cuddlemonstercas:

flyingbackwards:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

why does this have 31 thousand notes

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity
Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.
However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.
Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.
So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!
But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.
Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.
The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.
But you remain.
Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.
All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.
But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?
Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.
The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.
Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever. 
Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 
OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON
AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN
A LAMINATED
PAPER
T OW E L
IDK MAN,
I D K

Write. A. Book.

What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
laminated
paper towels

This fucking website has me thinking about the significance of my life compared to seemingly insignificant household items. I hate this place.

    the-misadventures-of-lele:

    cuddlemonstercas:

    flyingbackwards:

    cuddlemonstercas:

    oneglitterorgy:

    urbandictionaryfinds:

    hidefjesus:

    I laminated a paper towel

    why does this have 31 thousand notes

    You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

    But wait this is actually freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a collective whole versus personal sustenance and longevity

    Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.

    However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.

    Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.

    So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!

    But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.

    Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.

    The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.

    But you remain.

    Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.

    All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.

    But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?

    Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.

    The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.

    Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.

    Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 

    OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON

    AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN

    A LAMINATED

    PAPER

    T OW E L

    IDK MAN,

    I D K

    Write. A. Book.

    What if I did write a book

    and the pages of that book

    were made out of

    laminated

    paper towels

    This fucking website has me thinking about the significance of my life compared to seemingly insignificant household items. I hate this place.

    (Source: shittybreadybun)

     
  13. 00:21 8th Sep 2014

    Notes: 160433

    Reblogged from thatkidnamedawkward

    image: Download

    f-r-o-things:

gehayi:

hiddlesbatchlove:

forever-falling-forward:

platredeparis:

bnycolew:

mannysiege:

Progress

What

Imma just let this sit here

MOTHA FUCKIN SCIENCE

sources:
Engagdget
DailyTech
CBS

They turned RNA into an anti-virus program. That is amazing.

isn’t this the premise of I Am Legend

    f-r-o-things:

    gehayi:

    hiddlesbatchlove:

    forever-falling-forward:

    platredeparis:

    bnycolew:

    mannysiege:

    Progress

    What

    Imma just let this sit here

    MOTHA FUCKIN SCIENCE

    sources:

    Engagdget

    DailyTech

    CBS

    They turned RNA into an anti-virus program. That is amazing.

    isn’t this the premise of I Am Legend

    (Source: mannysiege)

     
  14. 00:16

    Notes: 211241

    Reblogged from naaahhhh

    gsdpup:

    my new siamese kitten came inside for the first time today

     
  15. 00:16

    Notes: 89526

    Reblogged from kittiezandtittiez