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America, Apparently, and Crying: theprettiestponyintown charming... Follow bibliotheksbewohnerin things that still freak me out: those sinks americans have in their kitchens that you can destroy stuff with runofthemillsocialist Honestly this post has been on my mind all day. Those weird destructosinks for people with too much money are apparently common in America. And Americans get defensive over them. Well don't come crying to me when your wean gets eaten by the fucking kitchen sink. lizardexposer hOLY SHIT WHAT IF U TRY AND CLEAN THE PLUG AND TURN IT ON IM SO SCARE thirtythreethirtyfive Okay it took me for-fucking-ever to figure out wtf you guys are talking about are you talking about garbage disposals? Like down the drain?? lizardexposer with the spinny knives unstabledragon No knives, just a dull piece of spinny metal lizardexposer you realise it takes the same amount of force to cut thru a carrot as a finger fallout4kin i dont know what you do over there but we usually don't stick our hands in our sink drains sapphicscaly who's going around fisting sinks anvway autisticsamusaran "don't come crying to me when your wean gets eaten by the fucking kitchen sink" is that person saying they fuck kitchen sinks? is that what I just read? they put their dick in the sink's drain and they fuck it? sapphicscaly dont sinkshame runofthemillsocialist Child. Wean means child m-to-the-6th-power Okay, so you put your CHILD in a sink and stuff them down the drain? That's... that's definitely worse smellslikeburntpopcorn This post is an experiance Source: bibliotheksbew 315,847 notes american death sinks
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Bored, Future, and Huh: uriecorn-phan: dewchan7865: roman-rory-fallen-angel: 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 I WASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT This messed me up. jfc tumblr
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Bored, Future, and Huh: flyingbackwards onegliterorgy 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 actualy freaking me out though, it raises so many questions about the otherwise incomprehensible meaning of life as a colective whole versus personal sustenance and lorgevity magine 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 Iife is Whatever i is that you were always meant to do, what you ware supposed to oontribute to the overall schame and future of the Ife of the universe, your purpose...the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first plao0. You must give that up. You don't know what that is. You'll never know; But, regardess, you say yes Perhaps you assume you wouldnt have made any sort of significant ditference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call 7 Nah, you call builshit, It doeent matter-you don't matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections-and iI all be fine, and you'l just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences. So, yay! You're now immortal. You'l 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 homible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you over had, every friand 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 8s you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you leam you actusly 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 aways supposed to abtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong. Needess to say, you've fucked up big time The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this homtying revelation. It implodes, colapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worids of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and ie, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness But you remain. Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in... nothing. With a feeing of such unbelevable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardy perceive, can't possibly hope to comprehand. Not anly are you the anly lving thing left, you don't even have one Inanimate object to koop you company. You have literaly. Nothing. And you ณจ Iterally nowhere. mean, techrically, you ส 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 didnt 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 sily 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 ese. Hm The moral here? Be selfess, and always know and remember that you matter Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be ortured 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 aver 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 TOWEL DK MAN, IDK Write. A. Book. What if I did write a book and the pages of that book were made out of laminated paper towels IWASNT GONNA REBLOG UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT This messed me up. Originaly posted by brooldynraven Its not that deepomg-humor.tumblr.com
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Bodies , Braids, and Children: <p><a href="http://riselittlewindsong.tumblr.com/post/117614993771/jenninova-omgahalucinatorypieceofbaconblog" class="tumblr_blog">riselittlewindsong</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://jenninova.tumblr.com/post/73955995920/omgahalucinatorypieceofbaconblog" class="tumblr_blog">jenninova</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://omgahalucinatorypieceofbaconblog.tumblr.com/post/73253080347/221bontheenterprise-cheyennecc" class="tumblr_blog">omgahalucinatorypieceofbaconblog</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://221bontheenterprise.tumblr.com/post/70340138002/cheyennecc-raspuma-scientists" class="tumblr_blog">221bontheenterprise</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://cheyennecc.tumblr.com/post/37889156371/raspuma-scientists-examine-a" class="tumblr_blog">cheyennecc</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://raspuma.tumblr.com/post/37874344437/scientists-examine-a-15-year-old-girl-who-lived-in" class="tumblr_blog">raspuma</a>:</p> <blockquote> Scientists examine a 15-year-old girl who lived in the Inca Empire, then was sacrificed and remained frozen for 500 years….<br/>Unearthed in 1999 from the 22,000-foot summit of Mount Llullaillaco, a volcano 300 miles west of here near the Chilean border, their frozen bodies were among the best preserved mummies ever found, with internal organs intact, blood still present in the heart and lungs, and skin and facial features mostly unscathed. No special effort had been made to preserve them. The cold and the dry, thin air did all the work. They froze to death as they slept, and 500 years later still looked like sleeping children, not mummies. </blockquote> <p> This is “the maiden” and she is extraordinary. After a CAT scan or two it was determined that she had <i><b>tuberculosis</b></i>. Do you know what this means?!?!? It means that <i><b>tuberculosis</b></i> was a preexisting condition and not initially brought over to the Americas by Europeans. <i><b>WOW</b></i></p></blockquote></blockquote> </blockquote> <p>I’ve commented about her before, but SHE’S JUST SO INTERESTING</p> <p>Her hair? That’s microbraids! Itty bitty teeny tiny braids, and so very many of them</p> <p>They were able to like determine how much drugs and alcohol she had in her system, because she was (by what we can tell) a willing sacrifice, and she was drunk and drugged to make passing easier. </p> <p>We could determine stuff like what kind of make-up she was decorated with.  Ridiculous details about fibers and stuff that we simply can’t find out many other ways because archaeology stuff looks at what doesn’t rot away, by and large.</p> <p>Also, there was evidence of other sacrifices, but they had been struck by lightning and mostly destroyed, so finding her was even luckier with that in mind</p> </blockquote> <p>Here’s the <a href="http://www.livescience.com/21849-maiden-inca-mummy-suffered-lung-infection.html">SOURCE</a>! It’s a super interesting story! </p></blockquote> <p>This is really awesome and really freaking me out at the same time.</p>

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