Flute boy: “DON’T FUCK WITH ME, I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE.”
Bystander: “Wait, you-”
FB: “aAAAAHH”
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Sade Olutola
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Cosmic Funnies

if i look back, i am lost
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Andulka
Show & Tell

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art blog(derogatory)
Misplaced Lens Cap
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oozey mess
Jules of Nature
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pixel skylines
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@fromro
Flute boy: “DON’T FUCK WITH ME, I HAVE THE POWER OF GOD AND ANIME ON MY SIDE.”
Bystander: “Wait, you-”
FB: “aAAAAHH”
Pooh stop running from your fucking problems
The greatest video I have ever found on the internet oh my god.
time to feed my babies
omg
THIS DUB IS A TREASURE AND MUST BE PRESERVED
I HONESTLY DONT THINK I COULD TAKE THE ORIGINAL SERIOUSLY AFTER THIS
(ALSO YES THIS IS THE 100% OFFICIAL DUB, NOT AN ABRIDGED SERIES)
Lol what a shitty shitty start
WHEN ITS THE 14TH CENTURY BUT U TURNT AF
blue & black lipstick ft. moomintroll
i love my beautiful brown eyes
my mum about the party i’m going to: no drugs no sex no alcohol
HOW ANIMES BE WHEN SOMEONE DIES
you need to hear this to truly experience it.
@juuhachi
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.
Hello everyone!
I finally published the first volume of the zine I made!
DHAHAN is a zine series documenting my personal experiences with psychosis. As a paranoid schizophrenic, I tried my best to record the happenings with my life revolving around this illness.
This first volume is about my earliest episode, revolving around the voice I heard from the point it came to me until the point it left three years later. It notes the hallucinations and the initial paranoia, as well as being hospitalised and my depression.
As you will read in the preface, though this harrowing volume is disheartening and disturbingly unhappy, I do get better ☆
Download it for free (or pay if you want!) here
ya know when you sleep with socks and wake up with only one sock on and you look like a fool
I know those feels, pretty darn well
Freshman trying to get to class on the first day
that 1 person doing that backflip in the back tho
Boys w curly hair and brown eyes…….R u kidding