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nevershoutshelly:

s-assypants:

ionicsky:

extrasad:

Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

flowers growing at the bottoms of my

stomach are dead. Apparently you  

can’t water flowers with vodka.

I had the sky in my veins but it’s

been pretty fucking stormy since I

ripped them open. I had planets 

on the tip of my tongue but

the debris from the shattered 

remains of “us” have been

crashing into them. I was

everything. And then I met

you and we were everything.

Now you’re fucking some

blonde girl who gets

high all the time and

I’m a fucking

mess.

this is my favorite fucking poem ever ever ever

this.

this is way better than pretty much everything we did in literature.

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  #poem  #poetry

hunger-games-fandom:

rnellark-everdeen:

what if you woke up one morning and looked in the mirror and you were Katniss Everdeen like what would you do

Sprint to Peeta’s house

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ask-koki-kariya:

suprarationality:

The Fault in Our Stepbrothers

Megan?
Megan.

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The Book Thief deleted scenes: I can’t leave now

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wicked-mint-leaves:

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

sTOP

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"You only missed my voice
when nobody else called you."

—Y.Z, A ten word story on being a second choice  (via bleedgold)
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derekhaleoween:

sometimes i recognize the fact that if my best friend and i were fictional characters people would ship us

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raymukada:

take me to church.

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themoopoint
Movie ask: 2,7,8,9,15,31 :D

2. What was the first movie you ever remember watching on theaters? 

     That’s so long ago! I believe it was Hunchback of Notre Dame with my dad.

7. A guilty pleasure

     Pride & Prejudice (Keira Knightley version)

8. An overrated movie

     The Fault in our Stars (sister paid for me to go), Guardians of the Galaxy (no one had any expectations), Iron Man 2 (I can’t fully watch it man), and others I can’t think of at the moment.

9. An underrated movie

     Pacific Rim and Inception and Thor and Great Gatsby

15. Favorite Disney movie (not PIXAR!)

     Beauty and the Beast, Lion King, Mulan. (When I was a kid I’d yell “LIGHTS!” when beast changes. How can you not like Lion King, I mean I roared like a lion and had my own pride rock which was the couch. And Mulan just kicks butt and I’d think of going to war for my dad.)

31. 3 movies you’re expecting excitedly!

     Thor 3, Pacific Rim 2, and Avengers 2. (and possibly Maze Runner? not sure yet)

Ask me some film questions.

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perfumeofsighs
16, 17, 18

16. A tearjerker

      Lion King (Mufasa man, gets me every time)

17. A movie that you know its bad but you can’t help but love it

      The Wolverine (because I can’t think of anything atm)

18. Favorite Movie Soundtrack

      Great Gatsby, Pacific Rim, Pan’s Labyrinth (top 3 counts)

Ask me some film questions

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32. A book you read for a movie

     The Maze Runner (before movie) and Divergent (after seeing movie)

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