Future Survivor of the Zombie Apocalypse

Music, writing, and reading are my passion. Everything else is irrelevant.

[halfprincesshalfgoddess]

You: Weird flex but ok

Me, an intellectual:

[softballchick984]

Lol. I love this.

[yurionice]

[softballchick984]

One of the reasons why I love anime.

[kyojinsenshu]

The Amazing world of Gumball writers have been unleashed

[afrowitchcraft-deactivated20180]

AND THAT IS THE TEA

[tacticalpineapple]

THE WAY THEY ALL DO THAT SUCK IN A BREATH THROUGH THE TEETH AND UNFORTUNATE MMM SOUND THE WAY WE DO I’M DYING

[valdomarx]

Avengers: Infinity War aka The Bachelor: Tony Stark Edition

[valdomarx]

By popular request, meet the other contestants:

[valdomarx]

A late contender appears:

And introducing a very special guest judge:

[softballchick984]

I love this. Making Peter P. the adopted so was genius.

[dailymarvelheroes]

“Avengers: Infinity War” has officially crossed the $1 billion mark worldwide!

[levizs]

Levi Ackerman ||「進撃の巨人」Season 3 PV

[softballchick984]

Levi looking badass as usual. Can’t wait for season 3.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[softballchick984]

Me, all the time.

[paperstorm]

Australian comedian Jim Jefferies points out the ridiculousness of American pro-gun arguments. x x

[redhead4eyes]

Welp

[sisterstrugglingsarah-blog]

whoOPS

[1800-sanders-sides]

This is real fucking important so I’m reblogging this

[honey-sunny-bee]

Woop there it is

[badkidgorgug]

I have an inordinate amount of love for this

[give-me-hyacinths]

This is the best^^^

[fozmeadows]

In reblogging this, I’d like to point out that in the Port Arthur massacre, which happened in 1996, 35 people died and 23 were wounded. Given all the horrible shit that’s happened to, for instance, black Americans and native populations worldwide that mysteriously never get counted when people are determining the Greatest Murder Crimes, it was never really THE biggest gun massacre, as claimed here, though it was certainly ONE of the biggest in the modern era.

The Las Vegas massacre, which as of this writing happened exactly two weeks ago on 1 October 2017, saw 58 deaths and 546 injuries when the perpetrator opened fire on a crowd from high up in a hotel room - which is to say, from a vantage point so distant and protected that no armed bystander could possibly have returned fire even if they’d correctly identified his location. And people are STILL making these exact same fucking arguments.

[cyberworm-txt]

Visit Original Link

[infiniteecho97]

PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS YOU DONT REALIZE WHAT YOURE MISSING

[storminorminsdeadaccount]

when a song ascends through its meme status

[everydaymalakia]

this is now officially my funeral song 

[chromas-detersination-deactivat]

[ravings1]

This… Is honestly amazing… Imagine putting this with a final boss where it feels like fighting is hopeless, but you continue to fight, not wanting to go down with out a fight. You’ve come too far to give up now… Perfect.

[fangirltothefullest]

Oh my GOD

[icestorming]

@poistooshort FOUND IT

[redacted-metallum]

@sora-no-uta ITS BACK

[softballchick984]

Absolutely beautiful.

[mvgl]

[raisel-the-riveter]

I love this because this is the argument every bioethicist makes about why people with disabilities shouldn’t exist.

“They won’t be Beethoven or Monet! They won’t write beautiful poetry! They won’t excel in a sport! Those things are not options for them!”

A) you’re wrong but also B) your argument is easily demolished with a two-word rebuttal delivered by a fictional robot

[catghibli-deactivated20210917]

the funny thing is that Beethoven was disabled

[tropesarenotbad]

Specifically, he was deaf. So the argument that a disability can prevent you from doing anything that relies on the skill you’re disabled on is fundamentally flawed on that regard.

[softballchick984]

Welp.

[no-titans-in-wonderland]

cRyInG because this video gives me life😂

[softballchick984]

This is kind of awesome...and well done.

[toxzen]

aliases + rc types

[softballchick984]

Thie second season had so much potential...Still enjoyed it though.

[sandandglass]

TDS, February 11, 2015

Jordan Klepper looks at the issue of sex education in schools

[mysecretorigin]

She’s that embarrassment to women who wrote that column urging Princeton girls to find husbands in college before it’s too late, right?

[feminist-space]

She’s also the asshat who said that date rape is just “mistake sex”. She’s a rape apologist through and through and has said so many things that blame victims of rape and assault. Anything that comes out of her mouth is garbage. 

[softballchick984]

Well then...

[socialpsychopathblr]

[softballchick984]

I want all of these. 

[lamperouge-s]

"The day a new demon was born"

[softballchick984]

It's like a switch was flipped. He went from innocent to evil in a millisecond. Brilliant anime.

[illness-and-instruments-blog]

[vickified]

“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

lol yes, so then i can shave.

[livingmywayeveryday]

     One minute, 37 seconds.      My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.      One minute, 29 secods.      I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.      One minute, six seconds.      Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.       54 seconds.      Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?      30 seconds.      Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.      25 seconds.      That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.      20 seconds.      I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.      19. Faster.      18. Quicker.      17. More rapid.      16.  It’s racing.      Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.      My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.      10 seconds.      The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.      5. My heart has given up entirely.      4. I stop walking.      3. Just waiting left.      2. Everything is about to change.      1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.      “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”      As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

[tiptreecrossing]

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.  ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.  ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.  She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.  ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.  The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.   I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.  I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.  ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.  4 seconds  He spots her.  3 seconds  His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.  2 seconds  My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.  1 second -  ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

[opalowy]

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

[youremybrandnewday]

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

[xxarcane]

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

[tranquilihty]

i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

[ghostsneverleave]

Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate.

Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you.

"Mine has always been at 0 too."

And that’s when you know…

[vonmunsterr-deactivated20260113]

10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair 5 seconds: i give the man my money 0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life.

[ishkaqwiaidurugnul]

This post always has different stories on it and I always have to read it and reblog it

[racist-sundown-site-deactivated]

Don’t skip that last one. scroll back up and read it

[softballchick984]

All these are freaking brilliant, especially third story.

[ishqkisaazishain-deactivated201]

Pray for

Afghanistan, Albania, Algeria, Azerbaijan, Bahrain, Bangladesh, Benin, Brunei, Burkina Faso, Burma, Chad, Comoros, Djibouti, Egypt, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Gambia, Guinea, India, Indonesia, Iran, Iraq, Jordan, Kazakhstan, Kosovo, Kuwait, Kyrgyzstan, Lebanon,  Libya, Macedonia, Malawi, Malaysia, Maldives, Mali, Mauritania, Mayotte, Morocco, Mozambique, Niger, Nigeria, Oman, Pakistan, Palestine, Philippines, Qatar, Senegal, Sierra Leone, Somalia, Sudan, Syria, Tajikistan, Tanzania, Tunisia, Turkey, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, Yemen, Ya Ummati. (via ishqkisaazishain)