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inconvenientlylargelizard

HOW TO CHEER UP IN 2 EASY STEPS

WHISPER “BEEP BOOP” TO YOURSELF.

REPEAT UNTIL NOT SAD.

maidenmothercronus-deactivated2

((BUT WHY DOES THIS WORK??????))

wallyrudolophwest

1. plug your nose 2. say sneep snop

toniins

try saying ‘boopedeedoop’ in a really deep, manly voice

lighten-the-darkness

Try and say bubbles in the angriest voice you can

moonlightbuckleys

the last one will work I promise you

el-tango-de-roxanna

I SOUND LIKE FUCKIN MOJO JOJO

hijababyy

WEN DUH ACOUSTICS DANK AF

define-sanity-deactivated201609

HOLY SHIT I WASNT EXPECTING THAT

gaynfl-moved

this is still my favorite vine

weloveshortvideos

He actually told the time

velocicrafter

HOW did the parent not die laughing immediately!?

jhameia

OMG HE ACTUALLY TOLD THE TIME

monnichi-blog-aka-legend-of-sora

At first I was just like- why is everyone so impressed that someone knew how to read a clock?

And then I got it.

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can someone reblog that vine of Drake where he’s photoshopped really short and theres ambient throat singing in the background

omegaboost

transboypippin

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deansurvived

Proof of Time Travel

Could time travel exist? Some people believe so. Look at these images and see what you think.

1. The Chinese Swiss Watch. Back in 2008, a 400 year old tomb was opened. Archaeologists were shocked to discover this small watch among the artifacts. The back of the watch is engraved with the word “Swiss”. They have no explanation of how this modern watch came to be in an unopened 400 year old tomb.

2. Charlie Chaplin Cell Phone. Viewers watching the extras section of the 1928 Charlie Chaplin film “The Circus” noted this person seemed to be talking on a cell phone. Others have claimed it was an ear trumpet, a horned device used to help those who were hard of hearing to hear. If that’s true, skeptics argue, who would she be talking to? Why is she laughing and talking if no one is there to hear but herself?

3. 1940s Hipster. This picture was taken at a small opening event in 1941.Time travel enthusiasts were quick to point out how this man stood out. He appears to be wearing a hooded sweatshirt and printed t-shirt, and holding a modern camera.

4. Rudolph Fentz. Rudolph apparently vanished without a trace in 1876. That alone wouldn’t be enough to constitute time travel, except that he turned up again…in the 1950s. Fentz allegedly materialized in a New York street, where he was struck by a car and died. Police were baffled as to what happened, especially when they found his pockets to only hold currency from the 1800s.

5. The Man in the Book. A couple was perusing an old book store when they happened across a book with this photograph included. It shows a group from 1917, but this man sticks out. His hair is disheveled and his clothing doesn’t fit in with the time period. Also note how the man beside him his staring at him, as though he too is aware of the strangeness.

theeggrick-deactivated20210827

I AM SUCH A SLUT FOR THIS

silvermoonlight-gj-deactivated2

You missed the best one! The Abydos Helicopter

latinagabi

This scares the shit out of me

betaruga

Now this is a conspiracy theory I can get behind

rcmclachlan

I’m not one for conspiracy theories, but I’m here for this.

gecsplaining

@antipodean-beauty TIME TRAVEL IS REAL

raspomme

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From this post.

krudman

incredible.

beesmygod

the entire course of human history has changed

gloomgaze

growing up means perpetually bemoaning younger versions of yourself like some kind of neverending babushka doll of self-hate

dreamjerky

maliciaous

*slams fists on table* THIS IS THE CONTENT I’M HERE FOR

dekutree

girls: spank me i’ve been naughty

me: its okay we all make mistakes

readmyquiet

briarwulf

I laminated a paper towel

sookybrat-deactivated20221020

why does this have 31 thousand notes

glitterorgy

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

heckyeah-horseshoecrabs

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