want to be bad,

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Sun, 19 May 2013 22:09:39 -0400

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Sat, 18 May 2013 18:56:15 -0400

"I am a romantic, but I do put up a barrier around myself, so it is hard for people to get in and to..."

Sat, 18 May 2013 09:57:14 -0400

“I am a romantic, but I do put up a barrier around myself, so it is hard for people to get in and to know the real me.”

- Freddie Mercury (via wethinkwedream)

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Sat, 18 May 2013 00:33:35 -0400

motherofallthingsbean: waking up from a nap that you didn’t realise you were having is horrible

Sun, 12 May 2013 16:19:07 -0400

motherofallthingsbean:

waking up from a nap that you didn’t realise you were having is horrible

midgreen-shadows: jamietheignorantamerican: her-imperius-condes...

Wed, 08 May 2013 00:32:13 -0400

midgreen-shadows:

jamietheignorantamerican:

her-imperius-condessy:

puppyofficial:

natellite:

theboykingofhell:

omg though

the man the myth the legend

i keep saying oh my god oh my god oh mygod

Dear Lord…

I CAN—T BREATHEE—-

I always regretted not reblogging this the last time it was on my dash

tegandsaras: Tegan And Sara - The Con

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 10:57:34 -0400

tegandsaras:

Tegan And Sara - The Con

teamorsocks: thelegendoflia: faeriefountain: aintnobodysgirlfr...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 10:55:37 -0400

teamorsocks:

thelegendoflia:

faeriefountain:

aintnobodysgirlfriend:

thewholockiansareinthetardis:

hashtagsadface:

housewitch:

Jewel Caterpillar

a caterpillar is prettier than me

just look at the awesome moth it turns into

That is not an awesome moth it’s a fucking demon from my nightmares

is that a fuckin truffula tree

reblogging for the comments

Reblogging for the demon comment.

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Tue, 30 Apr 2013 10:43:03 -0400

clumsythumbs: someonesthunderboltsomeday: lsdandthc: skittlezt...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 00:13:01 -0400

clumsythumbs:

someonesthunderboltsomeday:

lsdandthc:

skittlezthecat:

da-sy:

redvinesgiraffe:

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.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“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.

O_O

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

This will always be my favorite short story.

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Mon, 29 Apr 2013 00:03:46 -0400

"Love pull your sore ribs in; I will pull your tangles out."

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 00:01:37 -0400

“Love pull your sore ribs in; I will pull your tangles out.”

- Tegan and Sara (via wrists)

I do now.

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:54:49 -0400

I do now.

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Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:50:30 -0400

thelookingglassgallery: “Thought” by Justin McElroy

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 23:49:30 -0400

thelookingglassgallery:

“Thought” by Justin McElroy

tryingforbabymorgan: thecollegemomma: If you can’t afford your own prenatals or your own pregnancy...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 15:49:23 -0400

tryingforbabymorgan:

thecollegemomma:

If you can’t afford your own prenatals or your own pregnancy test and you are actively trying to get pregnant, there is something seriously wrong with you. Babies cost money and lots of it. Rethink your priorities a bit. Throwing a kid into the mix is a bit selfish.
Thank you!!! This is so amazing. I pretty much judge people who have no source of income and want to get pregnant and expect their parents to care for their child.

prospited: WHAT IS A PILOTS FAVORITE ICE CREAM...

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 15:49:00 -0400

prospited:

WHAT IS A PILOTS FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOUR

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letstarthis-again: a foot!

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 21:43:39 -0400

letstarthis-again:

a foot!

honeymanuka: Via Sage Beginnings Doula Services.“A mother gives...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 21:41:33 -0400

honeymanuka:

Via Sage Beginnings Doula Services.

“A mother gives birth to her son. This photograph captured a momentous introduction of a mother and baby’s first exchange. The baby is suspended in time, half way inside his mother and the world; being guided out by his mother’s own hands. Photograph was captured by friend and doula of the mother.”

National Geographic’s Photo Contest with picture and caption by Tara Garner.