1 week ago   •   1,090 notes   •   VIA: genderqueerbarnes   •   SOURCE: jamesbarnesruinedmylife
  • jamesbarnesruinedmylife:

I don’t care what anyone says. I need those pajamas 

    jamesbarnesruinedmylife:

    I don’t care what anyone says. I need those pajamas 

    1 week ago   •   210,511 notes   •   VIA: winterrbuckyy   •   SOURCE: celestial-sexhair
  • celestial-sexhair:

    disadvantages of having thick hair

    • your head is always 100000 degrees
    • shedding everywhere
    • snapping thin combs
    • spend $100 on dye if you want to color it
    • hair is still wet 2 years after you showered
    • styling your hair takes longer than growing it

    advantages of having thick hair

    • ????
    1 week ago   •   333,832 notes   •   VIA: l3ucky   •   SOURCE: shittybreadybun
  • cuddlemonstercas:

flyingbackwards:

cuddlemonstercas:

oneglitterorgy:

urbandictionaryfinds:

hidefjesus:

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

    cuddlemonstercas:

    flyingbackwards:

    cuddlemonstercas:

    oneglitterorgy:

    urbandictionaryfinds:

    hidefjesus:

    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

    1 week ago   •   25,934 notes   •   VIA: itwasarobotheeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaad   •   SOURCE: corgiaddict
  • plantables:

SMILING DOG ALERT

    plantables:

    SMILING DOG ALERT

    1 week ago   •   1,570 notes   •   VIA: shapeshiftingpenis   •   SOURCE: mollyboth
  • mollyboth:

    Tim Burton on the set

    1 week ago   •   188,304 notes   •   VIA: neo-trickster   •   SOURCE: alwaysblind
  • "your full name without an E,F,R,S,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N"

    1 week ago   •   10,959 notes   •   VIA: ohremus   •   SOURCE: asheathes
  • asheathes:

    WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: MEXICO

    Disguised as a Mayan ruin in the jungles of Chiapas, the Mexican School for Enriched Magical Studies is a sturdy moss-covered structure blanketed by lush greenery. The students are no strangers to muggle tourists ambling about, and will often pose as fellow tourists or locals and interact with them, making them one of the most outgoing, lively, and tolerant communities in the wizarding world. For festivals, students like to don colourful headdresses, and the school becomes a kaleidoscope of colour as girls twirl like tops and their skirts lift up into the air, filling empty space with colour and painting the school with embellished splendour. The campus often reverberates with music from the school’s ghost mariachi band who plays cheerfully day and night; it tends to get annoying, but it feels like home.
    1 week ago   •   104,204 notes   •   VIA: casifornia   •   SOURCE: yungnics
  • mrskidderkat:

    Nicki Minaj speaking on why she hired Vlogger Beat Face Honey as her personal makeup artist

    "She shook her ass in a video and she raps about sex. She’s a terrible role model."

    LOLOK

    1 week ago   •   216,546 notes   •   VIA: casifornia   •   SOURCE: tibets
  • dildorrito:

what’s the password

    dildorrito:

    what’s the password

    #yes  #dog  #fort  #password  
    1 week ago   •   271,529 notes   •   VIA: casifornia   •   SOURCE: highcheekboneshawty
  • pokemean:

    youngharlemshawty:

    World Population : 7,810,521,683 

    just in case somebody start feelin too important

    7,810,521,682 and me

    image

    1 week ago   •   1,257 notes   •   VIA: characterandwritinghelp   •   SOURCE: fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment
  • 45 ways to avoid using the word 'very' 

    fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment:

    I’m going to print this on stickers and put them everywhere around my school library.

    - Allie

    1 week ago   •   187,902 notes   •   VIA: sarcasmismyonlyoffense   •   SOURCE: trexjose
  • gonzozeppeli:


Just like grammar used to make

    gonzozeppeli:

    Just like grammar used to make

    1 week ago   •   35,938 notes   •   VIA: butourwinter   •   SOURCE: theweniswarmer
  • theweniswarmer:

It’s Time
A mix of classic, retro, and different Halloween Songs
This is Halloween - Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack
Monster Mash - Selebrities
Day of the Dead - Voltaire
Thriller - Michael Jackson
It’s Terror Time Again - Scooby Doo on Zombie Island
Brains! - Voltaire
Ghost Busters Theme - Ray Parker Jr.
Feed Me (Git it) - Little Shop of Horrors
Grim Grinning Ghosts - Disney’s Haunted Mansion
The Greatest Show Unearthed - Creature Feature
Time Warp - Rocky Horror Picture Show
Oogie Boogie - The Nightmare Before Christmas
Friends on the Other Side - Disney’s The Princess and The Frog
Worst Pies in London - Sweeney Tod
I Put a Spell on You - Hocus Pocus Soundtrack
Dinner with Drac - John “The Cool Ghoul” Zacherle
The Devil Went Down to Georgia - Charlie Daniels Band
Welcome to My Nightmare - Alice Cooper
The Headless Horseman - Disney’s Ichabod & Mr. Toad
Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) - David Bowie
The Addam’s Family Song - The Addam’s Family Soundtrack
Witch Doctor - Peter Pan Records
Grave Robber at Large - Creature Feature
Spooky Scary Skeletons - TheLivingTombstone mix

LISTEN HERE (X)

    theweniswarmer:

    It’s Time

    A mix of classic, retro, and different Halloween Songs

    1. This is Halloween - Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack
    2. Monster Mash - Selebrities
    3. Day of the Dead - Voltaire
    4. Thriller - Michael Jackson
    5. It’s Terror Time Again - Scooby Doo on Zombie Island
    6. Brains! - Voltaire
    7. Ghost Busters Theme - Ray Parker Jr.
    8. Feed Me (Git it) - Little Shop of Horrors
    9. Grim Grinning Ghosts - Disney’s Haunted Mansion
    10. The Greatest Show Unearthed - Creature Feature
    11. Time Warp - Rocky Horror Picture Show
    12. Oogie Boogie - The Nightmare Before Christmas
    13. Friends on the Other Side - Disney’s The Princess and The Frog
    14. Worst Pies in London - Sweeney Tod
    15. I Put a Spell on You - Hocus Pocus Soundtrack
    16. Dinner with Drac - John “The Cool Ghoul” Zacherle
    17. The Devil Went Down to Georgia - Charlie Daniels Band
    18. Welcome to My Nightmare - Alice Cooper
    19. The Headless Horseman - Disney’s Ichabod & Mr. Toad
    20. Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) - David Bowie
    21. The Addam’s Family Song - The Addam’s Family Soundtrack
    22. Witch Doctor - Peter Pan Records
    23. Grave Robber at Large - Creature Feature
    24. Spooky Scary Skeletons - TheLivingTombstone mix

    LISTEN HERE (X)