marilynmeth:

porkrub:

aidenmorse:

Bottles of Gatorade Blue Bolt floating in a bath of Powerade Mountain Blast, 2013

Is this supposed to be art

marilynmeth:

porkrub:

aidenmorse:

Bottles of Gatorade Blue Bolt floating in a bath of Powerade Mountain Blast, 2013

Is this supposed to be art

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my-hair-is-ramen:

My-Hair-is-Ramen's Pokemon Giveaway: Part 2!

Hello to followers and people just reading this from followers or followers of followers. Last year I did a Pokemon giveaway for X and Y and this year I’m gonna do it again for Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire! I made a lot of new friends last year and I hope it’s successful this time as well.

Prize: A brand spankin’ new copy of your choice of Pokemon: Omega Ruby or Pokemon: Alpha Sapphire courtesy of me. I will send it to you via Amazon using Prime so it will get to you rather quickly.

Rules:

  • A reblog counts as an entry. Likes do not but are greatly appreciated.
  • The shipping address must be within the United States
  • You do not have to be following me to enter (Though I do ask you at least look at my blog and see if you would want to follow me. I mean look at me, I’m gorgeous. (= з = ))
  • Non followers can reblog once a day.
  • If you are following me, you can reblog up to three times a day.
  • If I catch you reblogging more than you are allowed or reblogging extra times a day without following me, I will make a note to disqualify you.
  • The winner will be chosen via random generator.
  • The giveaway ends on November 20th at 11:59:59 pm EST (just before the new games are released)
  • I’ll make an announcement that will have the winner’s name as well as runner up prizes if I choose to do some. I will private message the winner asking for address and name.

Bonus: If you challenge and beat me in a Pokemon match up until the giveaway ends, I will draw a picture of you as a Pokemon trainer with a Pokemon of your choice. The rules of the match will be Double Battle 4 vs. 4 with standard rules. I have campus internet so these battles won’t be able to take place until I have my 3DS Wifi all figured out. Worst case I’ll host like an hour of battling a day at a Starbucks. (friend code is in my about me)

Good luck and happy adventuring!

i think my heart just stopped

i think my heart just stopped

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hauntbear:

i’d like to thank talia and madeleine for this abomination

that was the best think ive ever read

asker

Anonymous asked: What is cisgender?

Identifying as the gender you were born as, who are you? 0.o

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

(via be-nice-to-the-npcs)

Ask me about my body. (¬‿¬)

  • Hair: What hair color looks best on you and what's your natural color?
  • Skin: Do you tan easily?
  • Eyes: What is your favorite show to watch?
  • Nose: What is your favorite perfume/candle fragrance?
  • Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?
  • Tongue: What was in your last meal?
  • Windpipe: Do you sing?
  • Neck: Do you wear necklaces?
  • Ears: How many piercings do you have (if any)?
  • Cheeks: Do you blush easily?
  • Wrists: Have you ever broken a bone?
  • Hands: Are you an artist/writer?
  • Fingers: Do you play an instrument?
  • Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?
  • Lungs: Do you smoke cigarettes?
  • Chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?
  • Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?
  • Back: Are you a virgin?
  • Hips: Do you like to dance?
  • Thighs: Has anyone ever called you fat or ugly?
  • Knees: Have you ever cheated on someone?
  • Ankles: Have you ever been arrested?
  • Feet: Favorite pair of shoes?
  • Brain: Anything you want to ask

souljaboyemoji:

souljaboyemoji:

ammit420:

*dick hard but i gotta stand up*

image

did u kno if u flex any muscle fah 60 seconds ya meat will retreat

I went 20 years w/o knowin my dick gotta cheat code, I needa spread tha good word

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She was as obvious as a black mark on a white world. — My friend (via a-qt)

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