The Not-So-Simple Story of My Life

castiel-in-a-sherlocked-tardis: madmanwithoutthebox: secretly-m...

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:49:30 -0400

madmanwithoutthebox:

secretly-misha:

martelca:

mishamigosrock:

REBLOG THIS AND SIGN YOUR URL IF YOU THINK THIS BEAUTIFUL 1967 CHEVY IMPALA (4 door) SHOULD BE PUT BACK IN PRODUCTION AND SOLD, LIKE, EVERYWHERE.

yes please! terribly disappointed they faded out bench seats as well…. sniff

^

YES! PLEASE I DESPERATELY WANT ONE

scarymerry: thegrlnxtdoorandhergingerfriend: My AP euro...

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:29:41 -0400

scarymerry:

thegrlnxtdoorandhergingerfriend:

My AP euro teacher wouldn’t let our class watch Les Mis so we barricaded the door and screamed “VIVE LA REVOLUCIÓN” when he tried to get in.

that is the face of a man who is 24601% done

masa4649m: grumpycat32: 9gag: My roommate put this over my...

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:18:47 -0400

masa4649m:

grumpycat32:

9gag:

My roommate put this over my bed

AHAHAHAHA

Fuck…QUICK GIVE ME THE KATANA!!

Just a Little Krazy: Why does no one ever talk about the eighth Doctor? Everyone’s...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:51:27 -0400

Just a Little Krazy: Why does no one ever talk about the eighth Doctor? Everyone’s...:

scribblingwithstyle:

Why does no one ever talk about the eighth Doctor?

Everyone’s all:

Four!

Ten(nant)!

Eleven!

(Don’t skip) Nine!

But no one really mentions Eight. What’s wrong with him?

I mean

look at him

seriously. He’s gorgeous

and

he’s like a little kid!

These shoes… they fit perfectly!

He only had one TV appearance, and it was basically perfect.

I’m sorry, but if you never watch the movie, you’re really missing out.

PS: He had a bunch of audio recordings, but I don’t know where to find them.
Oh, and I forgot to mention: He’s one of the three Doctors that stole clothes from a hospital.

zuviosgemini: anna464: violethyena: littlehollyleaf: ask-tric...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:49:26 -0400

zuviosgemini:

anna464:

violethyena:

littlehollyleaf:

ask-trickster-gabrielle:

garrisonbabe:

fluent-in-fuckery:

“Dead….”

*limps away from post*

*crawls away bleeding*

Metty thanks…

it was nice to hear his name again though?

right?

I physically flinched when he asked this, I’m not even joking.

angelwingsandplaid: averypottermormon: thetremblingofmyhand: My mom asked me to make cupcakes, so...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:47:23 -0400

angelwingsandplaid:

averypottermormon:

thetremblingofmyhand:

My mom asked me to make cupcakes, so assuming they were for my family, I iced them white with supernatural-themed red demon traps and blood spatter and some of them even had Lucifer written in calligraphy-ish font.

But then I found out that the cupcakes are for a church bake sale.

Do you see how this might be an issue?

you’re my hero

I love you, be my best friend.

mom: did you get home safe?

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:46:42 -0400

mom: did you get home safe?

me: no i died a few times

shersocks: nottheshepardyourelookingfor: livefrompyongyang: ea...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:45:45 -0400

shersocks:

nottheshepardyourelookingfor:

livefrompyongyang:

eatsleepcrap:

oh god

NOPE

NOPE

oh my GOD IM LADUGNIONGH

bubonickitten: 0ptimuspenguin: ambieheartsturtlep0rn: capitolresident: Let’s play a game called...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:44:53 -0400

bubonickitten:

0ptimuspenguin:

ambieheartsturtlep0rn:

capitolresident:

Let’s play a game called ‘Stay up late and hate myself in the morning’

‘on a school night’ edition

with unlockable bonus round ‘finals week’

expansion pack: ‘don’t do anything productive’

itsdeepforhappypeople: strangeharpy: edgebug: sprightlyvigilante: the year is 2066. physical...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:39:51 -0400

itsdeepforhappypeople:

strangeharpy:

edgebug:

sprightlyvigilante:

the year is 2066. physical contact has been outlawed. hug dealers tenderly embrace people in the dead of night and shady people hold hands in dark streets

i want to read this novel

I want to write this novel.

I want to edit this novel.
Sounds like we have a plan.

As a martial artist would you rather master only in one art? Or would you train in multiple arts and not fully master the arts but use the ones that would work logically in a survival situation?

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:38:39 -0400

Multiple. As it is currently I’m only in one style. However I want to be well rounded in multiple as I think it is most affective.

jemappelleeponine: cultveit: reminder that Javert committed suicide between the bridges of Pont...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:35:55 -0400

jemappelleeponine:

cultveit:

reminder that

Javert committed suicide between the bridges of Pont Notre Dame and Pont au Change

which are smack bang in the middle between Notre Dame cathedral and the Palais de Justice

immediately after Valjean let him go free, unable to reconcile his internal conflict between what he always thought was right and this new experience of grace and forgiveness

literally caught between God and the Law

Monsieur Victor Hugo strikes again.

thespacegoat: • Accidentally close a tab? Ctrl+Shift+T reopens...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:30:24 -0400

thespacegoat:

• Accidentally close a tab? Ctrl+Shift+T reopens it.
• Bananas release dopamine, eat them when you’re sad.
• CTRL+SHIFT+ESC is the one handed version of CTRL+ALT+DEL
• Don’t brush your teeth hard, it makes them sensitive and removes enamel.
• Don’t like spiders? Put citronella oil on your walls and they will not go there.
• Drink one glass of water for every alcoholic drink you have, you’ll get drunk without getting a hangover.
• Get clear ice cubes by boiling water before freezing it
• Heal paper cuts and immediately stop the pain with chapstick.
• If you accidentally write on your dry erase board with a permanent marker, scribble over it with a dry eraser marker to remove it.
• If your shoes smell, put them in the freezer overnight, it will kill the bacteria.
• Make bug bites stop itching with a banana peel.
• Make a paper longer with 12-point text, but 14-point periods and commas.
• Need to get around a blocked website at work? Try replacing the http:// with https://
• Never send your resume as a word file (unless asked) Instead, print it to a pdf file, it’s much cleaner and professional looking.
• Pick a flavor of gum you don’t normally chew, and chew it while studying during a test.
• Place a piece of bread in a container with your homemade cookies and they will stay soft.
• Put a dry towel into a dryer with wet clothes, they will dry faster.
• Put toothpaste on a pimple and it will dry out.
• Practise fake smiling in the mirror every day before going to work/school, you’ll genuinely start to feel happier.
• Rub canola/olive oil on knives before cutting onions, you won’t cry, alternatively chew gum and you won’t either.
• Short on time with a wrinkled dress shirt? Hang it up in the bathroom to steam it flat.
• The night before, place things you don’t want to forget the next morning on top of your shoes.
• Use hydrogen peroxide to remove blood stains from clothing.
• When cleaning windows use newspapers or coffee filters instead of paper towels, they will not leave streaks.
• When microwaving bread products/pizza put a glass of water in with it, it will keep your bread for going spongy.
• When you move into a new place you’re renting, take pictures of any and all damage, then post them on facebook (privately if preferred) so you can use the reference date as proof you didn’t do it.
• When searching plane tickets online delete your cookies prior, prices go up when you visit a site multiple times.

moonyandthediamonds: lokiarrty: oswinsteacup: ofwillgkta: mig...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:20:54 -0400

moonyandthediamonds:

lokiarrty:

oswinsteacup:

ofwillgkta:

migrated:

change the direction of the train if you concentrate

no this is omg what NO

I AM HARRY POTTER

it switches on its own. I didn’t want to switch it, it did it by itself

It’s much more fun if you wave your hand over the screen

frosteethesnowman: tumblr’s all fun and games and then you realize it’s four a.m. and you have...

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:09:56 -0400

frosteethesnowman:

tumblr’s all fun and games and then you realize it’s four a.m. and you have three tests tomorrow and you’ve accomplished nothing and your whole life is a lie

twinkletwinkleyoulittlefuck: canderemy: excuse you

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:09:20 -0400

twinkletwinkleyoulittlefuck:

canderemy:

excuse you

The dividing lines in superwholock

Fri, 10 May 2013 18:05:37 -0400

Doctor who: lets try to understand this beautiful misunderstood creature.

Sherlock: lets figure out this creepy bastard.

Supernatural: lets shoot this fugly son of a bitch.

rennertastic: #i like how as thors hair grows he looks older...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 11:41:56 -0400

rennertastic:

#i like how as thors hair grows he looks older and more mature #and loki just looks like he’s addicted to heroin

masa4649m: Oh…so finally we are going to talk about evolution….in Bio. For a moment i thought i was...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 11:40:38 -0400

masa4649m:

Oh…so finally we are going to talk about evolution….in Bio. For a moment i thought i was in another science class. Clearly man kinds evolution theory is really the result of the 1st impact. Lol if someone gets this please tell me.

Evangelion Theory

dysnomia-of-eris: someonesthunderboltsomeday: lsdandthc: skitt...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 14:40:06 -0400

dysnomia-of-eris:

someonesthunderboltsomeday:

lsdandthc:

skittlezthecat:

da-sy:

redvinesgiraffe:

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

O_O

yesss i found it again! one of my all time favourite reads.

Philosophy went to the max right here

OI SCROLL BACK UP AND READ ALL OF IT!

I was really intrigued by this

gaaah omg i found the thing i didn’t realize i was looking for