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@hiya-im-mary was you saying that to me or the creator???🥺
Da creator!!! :3
when i say "minor criticism" i mean zooble called his adventures dogshit
if this gets to 1k likes I'll draw caine pregnant
YAY!! LOVE FLOATS
Not much besides from a drawing I wanna post later today, maybe tomorrow idk yet (◡ ω ◡)
Anyways that's all for today :D
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"why can't I remember you?" - Barnaby, years later
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
Reblog if you genuinely support asexuals
It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals
*SLAMS REBLOG BUTTON* ASEXUALS HAVE MY VOTE //ref
youre f%$!#d, jax !
I don’t remember it, but some TikToker called Barnaby ‘fat baloomba’ and it really stuck with me cause I laughed my ASS off
yes abstragedy sex scene canon but can we talk about how intimate this scene was like holy shit. i was literally ready to call it canon right here.
Hey hey lookie LOOKIE here jingle jingle *waving keys* I drew Frank and yeah and I have a bald Eddie lamp that stares at me
Howdy is too attractive to be with that fat chud honestly great knowing THAT can have a ship while Wally might not
Hey Anon.
Every neighbor is loved and respected on my page. We aren’t mean here. Please be kind on this page and to Barnaby.
So, respectfully, if you dislike a certain character, you can simply not interact with content that involves them.
Please be kinder. It makes everyone’s lives happier.
No Barnaby hate, preach it with me, gng 🫡
based on this thing i saw on twitter
clown appreciation
he's probably never gonna see this, who knows, but clown is such an absolute inspiration for me, I love how they design characters and storylines, and how they can make little details and fun facts that bring his characters to life
I strive to be like that with all my little OCs running around in my brain. with them each having their own special thing that they do, with their own relationships with everyone else. and just overall a well made storyline and lore
I'm fairly new to the welcome home fandom but welcome home is still one of the most amazing projects and ideas I've ever seen
Jax if she actually locked tf in:
girl truly is THE modern day fumbler
What if Inmop had a third eye underneath?
Shitshow? More like…Loveshow…haha
God the rendering took so long
Showing off OCs like
this is actually so funny
screams
this, but I take it away when my friends start thirsting