A universe pretending to be human
sanahgohar:

This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.

sanahgohar:

This is what I love about Winter. You wake up in the middle of the night, maybe just to pee or get water or something, look out the window and see this. It’s so beautiful. And it’s silent; you have no idea that it’s happening until you just look. It almost seems fake. And it makes your bed seem way more comfortable, for whatever reason.

parchmentsandquills:

booksandhotchocolate:

You know you read too much when you can spot a plot twist long before it even happens. 

image

That gif is so accurate.

partofdisneysworld:

kuzco:

pacha:

kuzco:

pacha:

kuzco:

pacha:

Oh no

Don’t tell me. We’re about to go over a huge waterfall

yep

sharp rocks at the bottom?

most likely

bring it on

imageBOOOO YAHHAHAAAA

beware-the-fangirls:

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

Do it

beware-the-fangirls:

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

Do it

solitarycheese:

clambistro:

burgerrr:

circuit-city:

whenever i have those brutal searing being-dissolved-from-inside period cramps during school or work i pretend i am a viking warlord who has been stabbed in the abdomen but i killed the assailant so i’m the only one who knows im injured and i have to carry on normally til the end of the battle to keep up my mens morale

this is good

Gonna adopt this method of dealing

perfect

machiavellians:

If you’re ever looking for names for locations in your fantasy and/or scifi story, why not try warping insanely obscure words into something that fits?

s0med4yillchangemyf4te:

tea-kids:

anthonyarmenta:

omgicantevenasdfghjkl:

karma-drama:

my life goal is to reblog this every monday
I’m tempted to set this up in my queue every Monday for a year.

See this every Monday, Reblog this every time.  (:

lol his small smirk makes me laugh and really brings out the monday of it all…..


I’ve missed this for the last few weeks, I feel sad

s0med4yillchangemyf4te:

tea-kids:

anthonyarmenta:

omgicantevenasdfghjkl:

karma-drama:

my life goal is to reblog this every monday

I’m tempted to set this up in my queue every Monday for a year.

See this every Monday, Reblog this every time.  (:

lol his small smirk makes me laugh and really brings out the monday of it all…..

I’ve missed this for the last few weeks, I feel sad

moaka:

chachipistachis:

pantslesswrock:

minstreloffire:

little-black-bear:

Did I ever mention I fucking love visual poetry? Because I fucking love visual poetry.

THIS IS SO COOL

wow is this ever relevant

Took me a second.

I love this so much.

moaka:

chachipistachis:

pantslesswrock:

minstreloffire:

little-black-bear:

Did I ever mention I fucking love visual poetry? Because I fucking love visual poetry.

THIS IS SO COOL

wow is this ever relevant

Took me a second.

I love this so much.

marksrecipes:

Cheese & Bacon Loaded Skins
Ingredients:
2 baking potatoes. 
Cheese (I use a cheddar/mozzarella mix). 
Bacon. 
Hot sauce. 
Freshly ground pepper.
Method:
Bake the potatoes and leave to cool.
Cook the bacon until crispy and leave to cool.
Cut in half and scoop out the potato (leaving about ½ cm lining).
Fill with grated/shredded cheddar/mozzarella.
Crush the cooked bacon over the top.
Add freshly grated black pepper and a generous dash of hot sauce.
Put back into the oven at 180° until the cheese is melted and the top is slightly golden and bubbling.

marksrecipes:

Cheese & Bacon Loaded Skins

Ingredients:

  • 2 baking potatoes. 
  • Cheese (I use a cheddar/mozzarella mix). 
  • Bacon. 
  • Hot sauce. 
  • Freshly ground pepper.

Method:

  • Bake the potatoes and leave to cool.
  • Cook the bacon until crispy and leave to cool.
  • Cut in half and scoop out the potato (leaving about ½ cm lining).
  • Fill with grated/shredded cheddar/mozzarella.
  • Crush the cooked bacon over the top.
  • Add freshly grated black pepper and a generous dash of hot sauce.
  • Put back into the oven at 180° until the cheese is melted and the top is slightly golden and bubbling.

mycardboardbalcony:

ihititwithmyaxe:

Science!, simplified.

IT’S IN ENGLISH! I GET IT NOW!

acorn-trees:

scarvenrot:

having original characters is incredible because you make up these people and give them lives and motivation and personalities and then you can smash them together in romances or kill them and no one can stop you, fucking nobody

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Things I wish I told myself before going to college/ Tips for Freshman

impulsive-and-inlove:

  1. Plan on spending an extra $100 on things you forgot or didn’t think you needed for the dorms.
  2. Budget your money. Give yourself an allowance for groceries and fun money every week. (You may roll your eyes and pass over this but money goes fast. Sometimes life happens- cars break down, doctor visits, or loss of hours at a job, and having extra money is something you need) 
  3. Get organized. Buy plenty of notebooks, folders, binders, note cards, highlighters. Color coordinate them for classes.Use them.
  4. All roommates act nice when you first meet them. Don’t be surprised if they don’t turn out like how you expected them to be. You’ll get frustrated but know how to communicate and compromise. 
  5. The freshman 15 is not a myth. 90% of the people I graduated with from 2 years ago have gained it. I personally gained 50 pounds. SO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD EAT HEALTHY AND WORK OUT A COUPLE TIMES A WEEK. Or you’re going to be looking at your photos from this summer saying to yourself “wow I was so skinny then!”
  6. Don’t schedule early morning classes. You may have gotten up at 6am during high school with no problem. Like hell you’ll actually do that in college. 
  7. GO TO YOUR CLASSES. PAY ATTENTION IN YOUR CLASSES. Just do it because college may not be the hardest thing ever but you do have to put work into it. 
  8. Don’t get sucked into buying things because everyone has them. You don’t need an expensive pair of Sperrys, 47” flat screen TV, or an Apple laptop to be happy.  
  9. It’s okay to question things that you thought were true in high school. In college you’re around all sorts of different people and you experience different things. It’s OK to change your mind about something. It’s OK to try something out you never thought you’d actually go for. It’s OK to branch out and look at the other side of the things. You’re not a hypocrite, you’re changing. 
  10. Call and visit your parents once in a while. You may be itching to get out of the house now but in 4 months you’ll realize how much you miss them, your siblings, your house, and your bedroom. So do visit and tell them you love them as much a possible. 
A Student’s Guide to College

joulesverne:

 

1. Create a playlist that you ONLY LISTEN TO WHILE STUDYING. Don’t you dare listen to it while you’re on Tumblr or neopets or facebook or whatever it is that these crazy kids do these days. But the minute you open your history book or start a paper, crank that bad boy up. It will trick your subconscious into believing that when the music is playing, it’s time to work.

2. Never, ever, ever do homework on Friday. It will kill your soul.

If you are so bad at rationing your work that you have to do homework 7 days a week, then you’ve got a problem. 

Take a break, unwind from the week.

3. If you live in a suite or apartment style dorm, where there are other bedrooms in your general room area, leave your door open! You’ll be living with these people so you might as well get to know them. Who knows, one of them might even become your best friend!

4. Befriend your teachers. These people aren’t teaching college for the fame and glory. Most of them legitimately love either teaching or their subject matter (or even better, both!) They’re the best resources out there and they will love you if you go to office hours.

5. Don’t spend all of your money on food or alcohol. That’s what meal plans and underage drinking laws are for.

6. For the love of God, do not get hammered on a school night! I know you’re away from your parents for the first time and you want to “get it out of the system”, but seriously, self control!

7. Go to free seminars! If you see a topic coming up that looks interesting, GO! You’re paying a lot to be here, so make the best of it. Besides, you’re getting an opportunity to do something that millions of people don’t have.

8. Going back to meal plans: If you find that you aren’t using it and you’re eating out every night, then cancel it. If your dining hall’s food sucks, there’s no shame in finding somewhere else to eat (Especially if your dorm has a kitchen— take advantage!)

9. If you have a chance to take a “Special Topics” class, do it! They’re more specialized and more fun. For example, I’ve taken two special topics classes: Harry Potter and #creativity. They usually count for credit in SOMETHING that you’ll be needing, so definitely look into it. 

10. Most schools don’t require that you take the boring History 101 and This is Dull 220. Look for things that satisfy credit requirements but don’t bore you to death. There’s plenty of time for boring classes over the next four years, so you might as well not kill yourself with them.

11. Most people take the first two years to get their gen eds (general education classes) out of the way before starting more specialized major classes. This. Is. Not. Required. If you don’t want to take a bunch of classes that bore you for two years, then don’t. Knock your gen eds out of the way a little at a time, while working on the classes that actually interest you in your major.

12. Speaking of majors, please please please don’t major in something you hate. Life’s too short for people who hate math to major in accounting, but I see it all the time.

13. Join a club. Clubs are not about the club topic. They’re about socializing. Most club meetings consist more of people hanging out than actual club material.

14. Take classes that have nothing to do with your major or career path. Take something completely random that you have absolutely no reason to take.

15. Keep snacks around. They’re great motivation. “If I work out, I can have this cupcake.” “When I finish reading this page, I’ll have some more Skittles.” Plus, whenever you’re homesick (and you will get homesick) it’s nice to be able to drown your sorrows in Goldfish.