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so we all agree
this is the fandom’s theme song
It's a Sherlock Kind of thing
***Elizabeth/ 15/ Cumberbabe / Supernatural Whovian/ Nerdfighter***
“Princess baby sorry my writing
is so messy but my thumb hurts and it
won’t stop bleeding.
I love you so much baby, you really
are the greatest thing that’s ever
happened to me. You really have no idea
how much I love you babe.
I got some blood on this note, I hope
you don’t mind.
You’re totally my best friend and
I’ll always be here for you no matter what.
I’ll love you more than anyone else will.
You mean the world to me.
I can’t help but smile when
I see you because I feel so lucky to
have somebody like you
I’m in so much love with you.
I can’t wait to marry you Princess
You really mean the world to me.
I’d do anything for you babe
You’re the most gorgeous person alive it’s
hard to believe you’re all mine.
I’m never going to leave you and
I hope you never leave me.
I’m in so much love with you.
I love you Princess
-Anthony”-
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-Found this in the gutter while I was out one day, and it’s by far the coolest/creepiest/saddest thing I’ve ever found.-
5-year-old girl raises hundreds of dollars selling lemonade in front of the Westboro Baptist Church.
Jayden’s fundraiser’s is also hosted oncrowdrise.com, which has already raised $10,165 as of Monday morning. From the page’s description:
Jayden, a 5 1/2 year old beautiful girl, will be selling lemonade on the front lawn of the Equality House with an ole’ fashioned lemonade stand. 100% of proceeds from the sales will go directly towards the work of Planting Peace. Let’s show Jayden how powerful philanthropy can be! Come on your lunch break, bring your kids, and have a good time with us!
Thanx to Tumblr I’ve been watching #Hannibal . Daaaaamn Youuuuu Although it is a really #awesome #show c:
haha, im not crying, that’s just all my feelings coming from my eyes, hahah, no im crying, please hold me.
my new vid includes:
✔ peeing in the woods
✔ almost falling out of a tree
✔ ranting about virginity, hymens, & why it’s all fucked up
The Lego Movie comes from Phil Lord and Chris Miller, the directors of 21 Jump Street and Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, not to mention the late, great TV toon, Clone High.
HELP I’M SO HAPPY
WHAT
SWEET MERCIFUL MOTHER OF DUPLO
I WATCHED THIS LAST NIGHT AND I STILL CANNOT CONTAIN MYSELF LEGO MOVIE LEGO MOVIE LEGO MOVIE
Can we all just post this picture forever?
Reblogging This Forever
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.
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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
If you want to help us, please don’t come to the World Cup, or the Olympics.
Please don’t come to Brazil.
I will not go to Brazil
Send me a name and ill tell you a story about someone i know with that name
it seems to me that the people in my life who i care about the most always care the least about me
can firebenders bend hot people
18k notes and i still havent got a simple “yes/no” i fucking hate this website
yes
