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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 fucked me up.

soullessbrotherss-deactivated20:

There have already been posts that describe Dean as evil in that scene, but that’s not what happened. To break down:

• Dean was backing away to go back to the car
• He had to lift his gun again to remind the men to stay back
• One hit him over the back of the head
• He fell down
• They started to come towards him
• He pleaded: “You don’t wanna do this”
• They laughed and took it like he was begging for his life
• There were gunshots in the room
• AND DEAN ONLY HAD A KNIFE

No matter how guilty Dean looked, sounded, no matter what he said to Sam, he had to fight for his life. He became too violent, killed them all in a haze thanks to the Mark, but he didn’t have a choice. He fought under gunfire, severely outnumbered. It doesn’t matter that they weren’t supernaturally-strong monsters. They. Had. Guns.

So, he felt sick. He felt violated by the horror that he had just dreamed about. The scenes were too close. So, what does he think?

I dreamed this. It’s my fault. I was always going to do this. I’m cursed.

I’m a monster.

Then, Sam comes in. He wants to rescue Dean, he can’t think, he’s terrified—gunshots, is Dean dead? Did they kill him? But there’s Dean, on his knees, bloody knife in his hand, and he says:

“Tell me.”

All Sam wants to do is save Dean, but Dean hears nothing but fear not for him, but about him. He hears:

“Tell me you’re not the monster I’m scared that you could be.”

He sees the horror in Castiel’s face, that old scourge of angels, the shriek of a teenage girl, watches himself in their eyes. As far as he’s concerned, he is a monster.

As far as he’s concerned, it’s too late.

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cyborglovesong:

UNITEDSTATESCANADAMEXICOPANAMALKFHDSHFSDKJCNOIDSUHFISUFN:SD

I AM GOING TO MAKE LEARNING THIS THE OBJECT OF MY LIFE.

I always lose it at Cota Rica. 

I ALREADY KNOW THIS BY HEART

United States, Canada,
Mexico, Panama,
Haiti, Jamaica, Peru;
Republic Dominican,
Cuba, Carribean,
Greenland, El Salvador too.
Puerto Rico, Columbia,
Venezuela,
Honduras, Guyana, and still;
Guatemala, Bolivia,
then Argentina,
and Ecuador, Chile, Brazil.
Costa Rica, Belize,
Nicaragua, Bermuda,
Bahamas, Tobago, San Juan;
Paraguay, Uruguay,
Suriname, and
French Guiana, Barbados, and Guam.
Norway, and Sweden,
and Iceland, and Finland,
and Germany now one piece;
Switzerland, Austria,
Czechoslovakia,
Italy, Turkey, and Greece.
Poland, Romania,
Scotland, Albania,
Ireland, Russia, Oman;
Bulgaria, Saudi Arabia,
Hungary,
Cyprus, Iraq, and Iran.
There’s Syria, Lebanon,
Israel, Jordan,
both Yemens, Kuwait, and Bahrain,
the Netherlands, Luxembourg,
Belgium, and Portugal,
France, England, Denmark, and Spain.
India, Pakistan,
Burma, Afghanistan,
Thailand, Nepal, and Bhutan;
Kampuchea, Malaysia,
then Bangladesh, Asia,
and China, Korea, Japan.
Mongolia, Laos,
and Tibet, Indonesia,
the Philippine Islands, Taiwan;
Sri Lanka, New Guinea,
Sumatra, New Zealand,
then Borneo, and Vietnam.
Tunisia, Morocco,
Uganda, Angola,
Zimbabwe, Djibouti, Botswana;
Mozambique, Zambia,
Swaziland, Gambia,
Guinea, Algeria, Ghana.
Burundi, Lesotho,
and Malawi, Togo,
The Spanish Sahara is gone;
Niger, Nigeria,
Chad, and Liberia,
Egypt, Benin, and Gabon.
Tanzania, Somalia,
Kenya, and Mali,
Sierra Leone, and Algier;
Dahomey, Namibia,
Senegal, Libya,
Cameroon, Congo, Zaire.
Ethiopia, Guinea_
Bissau, Madagascar,
Rwanda, Mahore[?], and Cayman;
Hong Kong, Abu Dhabi,
Qatar, Yugoslavia,
Crete, Mauritania,
then Transylvania,
Monaco, Liechtenstein,
Malta, and Palestine,
Fiji, Australia, Sudan!

reblogging for the lyrics.

OwO

I lose it after Peru.  like, I can’t even follow the lyrics.  I just sit in awe of it.

Imagine being the voice actor and having to learn all that

being-alone-protects-me:

crewdlydrawn:

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oliviatheelf:

damnnlyssa:

shavingryansprivates:

 

holy fuck is this like bird parkour

Majestic motherfucker. 

Birds of prey are so badass. Like they got this goshawk to fly through tiny little holes barely bigger than it’s body to show just how extreme they can get

Moral of the story: Be glad you’re too big to be eaten by a Goshawk

Just imagine birds of prey the size of the eagles from LoTR, okay. Terrifying.

SO MAJESTIC

castiel-knight-of-hell:

Angels and popcorn is becoming a theme on Supernatural and there’s a very good reason for that. The King James Bible has 102 references to corn because it was used as a general term for grains. The popcorn symbolism is probably referencing Psalm 78

Though he had commanded the clouds from above, and opened the doors of heaven, and had rained down manna upon them to eat, and had given them of the corn of heaven. Man did eat angels’ food.

Corn is the angels’ food and Carver-era Supernatural seems to be using popcorn to reference that

I’m sure you’re also wondering about Cain and his love of shucking corn

The King James Bible refers to farmed crops as the corn of the land

Cain was a farmer until he committed the first murder and started the Knights of Hell. He didn’t want to be a killer anymore, he wanted to have a simple life like the one he’d lived before, so when the fighting broke out he sat there and calmly tended to his corn.

There’s one more corn reference I know the fandom is curious about, that motel room from Clap Your Hands if you Believe 6.09

This episode didn’t reference anything biblical. It was set in Elwood, Indiana and the corn was used to establish location because anyone who’s been to Indiana knows that corn is all over the place. 

crofethr:

denali-winter:

BAM.

I have never hit reblog so fast in my LIFE.

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sapphire-prince:

DEFYING GRAVITY A CAPPELLA. BY BOYS. By the Washington University Stereotypes. Just bought it on iTunes, and had to share. Fuck, I love this song.

… What is this eargasm i’m having?!

I reblogged me after two seconds

I didn’t even get to the lyrics before reblogging.

SWEET JESUS

houseofalexzander:

Lustrous.

A man in the grocery store line today approached me and said, “Sir, when I first saw you I was extremely attracted to you, but then I noticed that you are a boy. How… I mean, why do you dress so provocatively?”

I responded, “Well, in today’s world the majority of the straight male race view women as objects, or something that belongs to them. I dress provocatively because it attracts the attention of men in a sexual and OBJECTIVE way. However, when realized that I am actually male, they often become confused, disgusted, upset or all of the above. By inflicting this minor emotional damaged upon the ego of a man raised by twisted societal gender norms, maybe, just maybe the individual will think twice before viewing another woman with an objective attitude and sense of belonging. No woman, belongs to ANYONE. Male or female, the equality of human beings needs to be a priority. It is something worth dressing up for.”

I AM NOT KIDDING. The woman behind me, the female cashier, the old lady bagging groceries and the woman in front of me who was talking on the phone STOPPED, …. and proceeded to gasp and clap. The man shook my hand, told me to have a blessed day and then said, “excuse me ladies, I need to visit my daughter.”

…. I was shaking by the time I walked out of the store.

- Elliott Alexzander