Claire Keane

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if i look back, i am lost
Fai_Ryy
occasionally subtle
sheepfilms
hello vonnie

JVL
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NASA

shark vs the universe
$LAYYYTER
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KIROKAZE
almost home
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d e v o n
noise dept.
Noah Kahan
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@goustcop
I PROMISE IM WRITING GAH I JUST AM GETTING DISTRACTED WITH JOJOS
to this day it amazes me they were able to do that with their heads. it mustve been painful but it was worth it ❤
Urghh...wief....wife...
Ok, but what really happened in India?
It’s never too late
It’s never too late
the amazing digital transgender glow up
isn’t it so romantic how we’re all on tumblr at the same time..
JUBILEE Marvel Rivals - Season 9
this came to me in a vision
"John habitually left his top shirt button undone and his tie crooked; often before they went onstage, in an almost wifely—or motherly-gesture, Paul would stand him still and do up the button for him."
- 'John Lennon: The Life' - Phillip Norman, page 299 (via goddamnthebeatles)
LOOKLOOKLOOK
My silly little in terminal fanfiction writing app. I set it up with sectioned by fandom, with seperate ships. AO3 tagging functionality. Draft system (thats admittedly still a work in progress) and a chat bot connected to the fandom wiki for the specific fandom so you can ask questions about the world. If your intrested in the specifics on how it works i can yap for days. I need people to test it and tell me where i can make it better. who wants a silly little lightweight computer fanfiction program please please please PLEASE
(Fair warning, i was assisted by a local llm when creating the code. not vibe code, but like using it mainly to effectively search documentation.)
(Fair warning pt 2, I dont support using AI in writing before anyone assumes that. local LLMs are similar to AI but work on your local device instead of data centers plus you can train them yourself off whatever information you want, you dont even need to give it internet access.)
let's carry on making ripples in the pond
and we'll see how far it goes
(happy lennon-mccartney day!!)
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
I can’t tell if he’s just tired or he’s disappointed 🥹🥹🥹
reposting this so i dont forget to get this exact tattoo in this exact spot in the future