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why are hummingbirds so dumb
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last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again
nothing to lose. :))
Let’s hope
Why not? :)
*crossing fingers*
pretty much^^^^
i got nothing to lose. (:
Last time i did this my wish came true.
Jesus Christ if my wish comes true I will piss
im fucking crying of joy at the /thought/ of my wish coming true…
it came true last time…so why not
hoping and praying…
Why not.
lets see.
my wish came true……………..this is creepy
Why not lol
Let’s see if it works 🥀➰
I doubt it will work but anyhow
I will always reblog this as long as I have hope
📚 🍵
Here’s hoping…
Praying for this to work💫
I will do it.
On my knees begging for this to work.
Please.
Huh. Interesting.
I doubt this will work but it’s worth a try
This came 75% true less than 24 hours from reblogging
can’t hurt to try
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
I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT
This messed me up.
jfc tumblr
If the pages of a book were made out of laminated paper towels, wouldnt that defeat the purpose of the pages because the printed words wold not stay on the laminated paper towels therefore the pages would have no purpose because no one could read the smudged words.
I was thinking of printing the words on the paper towels pre-lamination
No no, you have to do it post-lamination, because that accentuates the entire theme. The book only remains intact if no one reads it. Putting any sort of wear or stress on the pages destroys the words and furthers the concept of unutilized perfection vs. purpose-fulfilling annihilation.
LOL
Same energy 😂
I cannot b r e a t h e
me n the girls walkin into target headed straight to the clearance bread rack
jerrod how long did it take you to photoshop all that bread
Did it the lazy easy way:
It may be less than stellar, but I have a strict personal rule: “don’t put longer than 30 minutes’ effort into a fetish joke”. The second you hit 30:01, the exposure becomes lethal and the fetish becomes unironic.
FETISH?????????
god i wish i were you
Whitch part is the fetish? Bread or Pokémon?
I’m so sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but it’s the bread
WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS THE BREAD
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Who else is sick of their rude trash brain making them think terrible things all hours of the shitty trash day
I call this “tiktoks that would have been vines”
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@ferrum-the-conqueror Gave me a horrible idea.
Starting the year with a fresh new meme template
how to find the right guy:
be in a room with a bunch of guys
shout “WHAT TEAM?”
whoever responds “WILDCATS!” is the one
if more than one responds in the appropriate manner, have them fight to the death. whoever is left is the one.