#so large

[emwallas]

The amount of psychological damage I take every time the Smallville writers try to make Lionel Luthor out to be a good person is unreal.

I just watched 5x19 and I just want everyone to know that I was having a blast. I really do wish more terrible things would happen to that man.

Him trying to be a good person after everything he’s done just makes me hate him more.

[undead-knick-knack]

[kindahoping4forever]

Ashton with fans @ The Hotel Cafe - 25 June 2024

[nanaminslover]

Ik Chris (and Leon) could hold you up while fucking you

[trashpocket]

Kick ass Steddie AU where Steve is Kick ass and Max is is hit girl idk if Eddie should be big daddy or Katie but the potential.

if it can't be dogs (specifically borzois), then DEFINITELY a moose

[captainofthenautilus]

thinking about contrabass instruments

[dubiousdisco]

i miss it when large presidents walking was a big meme

[ryemoon]

You are so small in the universe. Isn't that amazing? People are like grains of sand on a beach, stars in a restless sky. No one grain is more important, more deserving, or more desirable than the other. No one grain of sand is the whole beach. We are infantile compared to the tides and the currents but we exist anyway. There is no profound meaning in a grain of sand unless you carve it out yourself, no short lack of meaning in the grain of sand unless you strip it of meaning. We are so small, so fragile in the scheme of the incomprehensible universe but we paradoxically matter! It's fascinating! We exist, therefore we have a meaning, even if we can't discern it, while at the same time we are meaningless. And isn't that freeing? The burden of having purpose, of having a concrete meaning, is ours to decide. Conversely it is our personal perspective of meaning, which can be likened to the facsimile of truth in the allegory of the cave, is something we ultimately decide. What I'm getting at is that we exist in a small perspective of life, of existence in this broad vast and unknowable universe. We will never experience the full "truth" of this existence because we are finite. The finite can only approximate the infinite, never retain it, and that's beautiful. We will forever fight to experience that which is outside our current perspective, will grow as a people, person, and collective to try to conquer the unknown. If I were to put a meaning to life it would be a concept, not a singular phrase. It would be something like perspective, like knowledge. We experience our tiny existence through our own lense so what could be more important, more lovely than our own experience? The meaning of life is one is the many. All is the experience of the one and one is the experience of itself. A square is a rectangle is a square is a square is a circle.It is paradoxical and simultaneously the only thing it could be. The meaning of life is subjective. The meaning of life is What You Make It.