that was great…
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
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Write. A. Book.
What if I did write a book
and the pages of that book
were made out of
Anonymous said: You may have already answered an ask like this, so I apologize in advance for checking previous asks first. My question: My weight is affecting my self-esteem in the worst way. It's something I work on daily, finding the common ground between self-acceptance and proper self-care. With that said, it's affected my dating/sex life. I'm aware that I'm insecure about my body but recognizing it isn't enough. Do you have any advice on boosting body-confidence?
THIS IS THE REALEST STRUGGLE. I feel like everybody has this struggle, no matter how big or small you are. Like, maybe some very self-actualized people do not have this struggle, and I envy them and hope they stub their toes a lot (only not really).
But it’s definitely the kind of struggle you can minimize. A lot of it comes down to two vital concepts. These are your new mantras for as long as you need them to be. Read them, learn them, write them on post-it notes and hang them on your mirror, whatever.
- Comparison is of the devil.
- The way I think about myself shapes how I feel about myself.
What do I mean by these things?
FIRST OF ALL, I mean that somebody else’s appearance and somebody else’s life has no bearing on yours whatsoever. Somebody else being hella attractive does not mean you are any less hella attractive; there’s not like, a certain amount of beauty or success or whatever in the world. Somebody else being attractive has no bearing on your attractiveness. Moreover, there will always be someone you feel is more attractive than you and someone you feel is less; comparing yourself to either of these people is at worst a method of self-torture and at best it makes you kind of a hater. Nobody needs that!
But yo, this is a pretty intense habit we’re socialized into doing, and it can be really hard to break! So here’s something that helped me: when you find yourself thinking of yourself in terms of comparison to other people, think in terms of “and” instead of “but” or “I wish.” So like, instead of “Wow, she has really beautiful eyes, I wish my eyes were that beautiful,” recognize when you’re having these thoughts and switch them up: “Wow, she has really beautiful eyes, and my hair is really bangin’. We rock.” Jealousy is a totally normal thing to feel, but it can be HELLA toxic.
This helps break the habit of making attractiveness and success gets you in the habit of complimenting yourself and b) aligning yourself with other people instead of pitting yourself against them, which helps my anxiety about this stuff significantly and may help yours.
Which leads me to point two: the way we think about ourselves shapes how we feel about ourselves. Again, we are encouraged and socialized to think shitty things about ourselves, and to constantly undermine ourselves in pursuit of “modesty.” Arrogance ain’t cute, but there’s absolutely nothing wrong with giving yourself props when you want to.
Thinking negatively about myself will always, always make me feel shitty about myself. Without fail. So whenever I catch myself thinking something like, “I am a disgusting monster who will never find love,” I switch that sucker up and immediately compliment myself, even if all I can manage in the moment is “I am not a monster and lots and lots of people love me.” (Though ideally you will catch yourself in this thought and go, “Begone Debbie Downer Brain! I am a fierce and magnificent goddess and my boobs are ON POINT today and my ass NEVER QUITS.” Feel free hyperbolic. It helps.)
Make a point of complimenting yourself every day. I straight-up used to tape affirmations to my mirror; I would write things I liked about myself and then every morning I had a reminder of them. You can ask your close friends to write things down, too - then you have a little external validation to go along with your development of your internal validation.
The most important thing to remember is that this is a process. It won’t all change immediately — but you can teach yourself to think more positively about yourself. There are some days where it will be harder than others, or some weeks, AND THAT IS OKAY. Listen to yourself, and be kind to yourself. xo
Queen Hatshepsut of Ancient Egypt. She has a lovely smile for someone who’s been dead for thousands of years.
she wasn’t a queen. she was a pharaoh and wanted to be referred to as such. she even had her statues modeled after the male pharaoh’s statues to state her dominance and authority. she was actually one of the most successful pharaohs in all of ancient egyptian history and she reigned longer than any other woman in power in egypt.
damn no wonder she died and smiled for a trillion years afterwards
The fact that we know about her is marvelous.
the next Pharaoh after her Tuthmosis III tried to erase Hatshepsut out of history ,chiseled her name off her monuments ,covered the text on her obelisks with stone,knocked down and defaced her statues .
she was even left off the list of pharaohs ..talk about some patriarchy bullshit
her name was lost for a couple of millennia, her body was found in a unmarked grave in early twentieth century
sad part is in Egyptian belief is if your are forgotten in the living world you don’t exist in the afterlife,so he was trying to kill her even in death
My best friend throwing down some herstory. A+ commentary
She wore a fake beard, you guys.
She was the fucking boss.
If we remember her now does that save her from an awful afterlife?
I’m just picturing the Kemetic afterlife. All the Pharaohs are hanging out in some kind of swanky club, drinking and congratulating each other on being bros.
The doors slam open and Hatshepsut strides in, glorious, robes swirling, rocking the fake beard and the insane amounts of wealth and power. “Miss me, bitches?”
Anonymous said: Could you imagine Bucky saying, "The man on the bridge, he grabbed my left boob."
i’m sure it’s the original version but has been cut out from the movie. too bad
Anonymous said: But breasts ARE sexual organs? They release oxytocin when stimulated, that makes them sexual.
ive had to deal w this argument before ok listen here
boobs do the oxytocin thing when theyre stimulated yes, nipples are an erogenous zone. Men’s nipples do this too. Now read over those two sentences and let the double standard dawn on you okay? Think about it if both kinds of nips release oxytocin when you do the touch touch on them, why is only one kind of nip considered a sexual nip? sexism that’s why
it’s ridiculous and technically makes a dude’s nipples more inappropriate than a lady’s nipples because boy nipples serve virtually no other purpose than to be stimulated by temperature change or by sexual activity, while girl nipples serve the added purpose of oh you know, feeding babies no big deal
but nah man nah both can be aroused so both nips are sexual or no nips are so make up your mind
you know where else is an erogenous zone?? ears. Are you wearing an ear bra/?? Why the fuck arent you wearing your fucking ear bra you trash put on yoourfucking ear bra youre not allowed to show your fucking ears thats so inappropriate and its makinng me horny its distracting me from my school work youre not following the dresscode wear your fucking ear bra yo ufucking
AND OXYTOCIN ISNT A SEX HORMONE
Oxytocin is a BONDING hormone that makes females feel warm and fuzzy and loving.
Now why could that be?
MIGHT IT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT OUR NIPPLES ARE WHAT WE USE TO FEED OUR BABIES??!
You know, those small, underdeveloped and helpless little beings that, lacking our tender mercies, would basically be a fucking canapé for anything with teeth?!
The reason stimulation of the nipples produces oxytocin is because we’re bonding with our fucking infants, not so you can dingle your dongle at the boobies.
Fuck, the world does not revolve around your dick, godDAMN.
CLOSE to YOU from the film MIRRORMASK
A scene from the film MirrorMask, a collaboration between Dave McKean, Neil Gaiman and The Jim Henson Company
The coolest most bizarre cover of a Carpenters song you will ever hear/see…
I’ve not seen this in years…
So creepy, so awesome.