I am 20.
I am South African Indian.
I live in So Cal.

gaystray:

do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes

(via make-the-dead-love)

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350319
Posted
15 hours ago

found-liquorstore-and-drank-itt:

casfucker:

[x]

image
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET OVER THIS?

GODDAMNIT JENSEN

(Source: darlingdeano, via hookedoncaptswan)

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76801
Posted
3 days ago

grayscale-sunshine:

Pirates of the Caribbean - Ride (1967) vs. Film (2003)

photo sources: [x][x][x][x][x]

(via theofficialariel)

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1761
Posted
3 days ago

asktheundeadroyals:

15 seconds of all the songs I could find that sync with this gif

(Source: bewaretheundeadheart, via chassgetoutofmyass)

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178833
Posted
3 days ago
wicked-mint-leaves:

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

sTOP

wicked-mint-leaves:

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

sTOP

(Source: portal-mouth, via brink-of-madnuss)

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306374
Posted
6 days ago

thirliewhirl:

girls who were bullied most of their life and gain confidence at one point should be feared most because they dont take anyone’s shit no longer and they will destroy you if you think otherwise

(via brink-of-madnuss)

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251580
Posted
1 week ago

vinebox:

I cant

(via whitewashedindian)

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19764
Posted
1 week ago
fanofphan:

ceruleanlunacy:

freebatchisthenewjohnlock:

projectwk:

snarkay:

science.

i think my brain just exploded

science side of tumblr, please explain

Air on bottom go woosh. Air on top go woosh. Air on front go woosh. Little plane stay still.

thank you science side of tumblr

fanofphan:

ceruleanlunacy:

freebatchisthenewjohnlock:

projectwk:

snarkay:

science.

i think my brain just exploded

science side of tumblr, please explain

Air on bottom go woosh. Air on top go woosh. Air on front go woosh. Little plane stay still.

thank you science side of tumblr

(via brink-of-madnuss)

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448590
Posted
1 week ago
interruptingpanda:

justthatonegirlnooneknows:

thereadysext:

strangelycharmed:

slurhater:

breatheoutatlantis:

didihearthereadyset:

didihearthereadyset:

So there’s these two guys I know who always talk and when one talks, the other just crosses his arms then stares. In this picture, the one in the red is talking about trucks, which the one in the blue-gray wasn’t paying attention to. The one in red even asked the one in blue what his favorite truck is.
His response was, “yeah, same.”


Update: Guy in red got sad because a girl made fun of his drawing. Guy in the blue asked him this.

that is very cute

This is so absurdly creepy

yeah, seriously, can we stop taking pics of kids without their knowledge and posting them online without their consent????also this is fetishizing queer relationships and being creepy as fuck so yeah, please stop

hey hey hey i got permission.
this isnt fetishizing anything.
because guess what.
THEYRE FUCKING DATING.

A big ol’ cup of plot twist in here
And I ship it ♡

Nice.

interruptingpanda:

justthatonegirlnooneknows:

thereadysext:

strangelycharmed:

slurhater:

breatheoutatlantis:

didihearthereadyset:

didihearthereadyset:

So there’s these two guys I know who always talk and when one talks, the other just crosses his arms then stares. In this picture, the one in the red is talking about trucks, which the one in the blue-gray wasn’t paying attention to. The one in red even asked the one in blue what his favorite truck is.

His response was, “yeah, same.”

Update: Guy in red got sad because a girl made fun of his drawing. Guy in the blue asked him this.

that is very cute

This is so absurdly creepy

yeah, seriously, can we stop taking pics of kids without their knowledge and posting them online without their consent????
also this is fetishizing queer relationships and being creepy as fuck so yeah, please stop

hey hey hey i got permission.

this isnt fetishizing anything.

because guess what.

THEYRE FUCKING DATING.

A big ol’ cup of plot twist in here

And I ship it ♡

Nice.

(Source: racingbarakarts, via frazerburnslemons)

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215444
Posted
1 week ago
noplacelikedisney:

magic-is-real-forever:

zip-adee-doo-da:

disneyland24-7:

Rest in Peace

…and now I am actually crying.

…my heart just broke.


this cast will be the end of me

noplacelikedisney:

magic-is-real-forever:

zip-adee-doo-da:

disneyland24-7:

Rest in Peace

…and now I am actually crying.

…my heart just broke.

this cast will be the end of me

(via thranduil-the-elven-king)

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23187
Posted
1 week ago

redhoodsandbloodyhearts:

supey:

remember: if you’re attending a school that gives you a .edu email address, you can upgrade your amazon.com account to prime for free by going on and choosing the college/student membership. that means you get the prime 2-day shipping and even some textbook discounts (not to mention AFAIK you enjoy the amazon instant access for free for the duration of your edu email being active)

well at least someone is looking out for students

(via perks-of-being-chinese)

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Posted
1 week ago
ograes:

whovian-hetalian:

clarkkftw:

teamaequitas:

0hmykaty:

wearealljustrunaways:

savisintheclouds:

I literally felt like I did not have a choice.

Robin Williams says reblog, you reblog. 

…okay.

did i even really have a choice?

okay robin williams
i hesitated for a second and then considered the repercussions

just gonna reblog…

okk

ograes:

whovian-hetalian:

clarkkftw:

teamaequitas:

0hmykaty:

wearealljustrunaways:

savisintheclouds:

I literally felt like I did not have a choice.

Robin Williams says reblog, you reblog. 

…okay.

did i even really have a choice?

okay robin williams

i hesitated for a second and then considered the repercussions

just gonna reblog…

okk

(via thranduil-the-elven-king)

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868087
Posted
1 week ago

kingloptr:

fruitappreciation:

omg apparently artificial banana flavoring is based on the gros michel banana which was wiped out by a banana plague in the 50s and the banana we eat today is a totally different thing called the cavendish and thats why banana candy doesnt taste like bananas do you know how lied to i feel. like there was a fucking banana apocalypse and no one told me about it until now

image

(via sweetfucktory)

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362091
Posted
1 week ago

directorhills:

"how did harry not realize the handwriting in the half-blood prince’s potion book was the same as the handwriting he’d spent 5years reading off a black board?"

maybe…… because snape was like 15 when he wrote it and your handwriting changes over the years???

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Posted
1 week ago
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