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(those gifs aren’t mine)
Forever and Always - A soundtrack to listen to when you just feel like crying for your OTP.
Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran | Existentialism on Prom Night - Straylight Run | In My Arms - Plumb | Hang On - Plumb | World Spins Madly On - The Weepies | Pangarap Lang Kita - Parokya ni Edgar feat. Happee Sy | Stay - Rihanna feat. Mikky Ekko | Beside You - Marianas Trench | I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab for Cutie | Boats and Birds - Gregory and the Hawk | So Soon - Marianas Trench | Please - Ludo | Stay With Me - You Me at Six | Temporary Bliss - The Cab | A Day Late - Anberlin | Too Close - Alex Clare | Please Don’t Say You Love Me - Gabrielle Aplin | Panic Cord - Gabrielle Aplin | Closer - The Tiny | Big Big World - Emilia | You - The Pretty Reckless | Lightweight - Demi Lovato | I Need You - Katou Tatsuya | Mine - Glee Cast | Daisy - STEREO DRIVE FOUNDATION | Milky Way - VERTUEUX | your reply - Seizi Kimura | Crystalline - Itou Kanako | You and Me - Parachute | Kiss Me Slowly - Parachute | Endlessly - The Cab | Married Life - Michael Giacchino | Forever and Always - Parachute | At Last - Itou Kanako
hello hi whats up so yeah these are some websites i use and they’re really really helpful and as of jan 1st. 2014, they alllll work!!!!! all of them are free, and somethings you could really use, please tell me if you need anything specific ill be glad to give you a link now weep with happiness goodbye -shakes x
- download free music
- download from 8tracks
- watch free movies/tv shows
- download free books
- free microsoft word?
- pretend to type an essay
- like the sound of a coffee shop?
- can’t remember the name of a song?
- when to pee during a movie
- convert youtube videos to mp3
- best learning website ever
- working out master post
- winged eyeliner tutorial
- pull an all nighter but do well on your exam
- how to write a good essay
- list of photo galleries
- photoshop tutorials
- kawaii emoji’s
- this can solve any math problem
- rainy mood?
- wanna know who you write like?
- create a fake tweet
- upload anything from your iPhone etc. to your laptop
- wanna know how stuff works?
- learn how to study
- learn how to make tumblr themes
- the thoughts room
- how to love yourself
- watch movies/draw/everything??? with your online friends
- create some cool shit
(S)MOTHER - a norma bates famix
i. smother - daughter | ii.the water (ft. laura marling) - johnny flynn | iii. runaway - the national | iv. nothings - sin fang | v. smashed birds - soley | vi. hear me - dark dark dark | vii. old statues - other lives | viii. in your nature - zola jesus
Bra Fitting 101. This changed my life
Ladies of Tumblr, do yourself a huge favor and watch this video. Your lives will change for the better.
i wore a B cup forever and was in a stripclub one night and got scolded by the dancers who said honey no you are a D.
went to lane bryant, got measured like the beginning of this video and was told I was DD almost DDD.
so now I wonder what I *ACTUALLY* am.
BRAS BRAS BRAS
I’ve said this to my non-techie friends countless times. It’s no secret that being able to code makes you a better job applicant, and a better entrepreneur. Hell, one techie taught a homeless man to code and now that man is making his first mobile application.
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.”
“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.
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
philosophy went to the max? Philosophy came, shot me in the shoulder and said i was never shot because the gun never existed because I’m not real and the pain I’m actually feeling is the beginning of the big bang theory in another time zone
PLEASE WRITE A BOOK
This is The Egg by And Weir.