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July 02 2015

fullmetal-dipshit:

teenagecentury:

rubbishapples:

July 2nd.

182nd day of the year.

It’s 12pm.

Congratulations you’ve officially wasted half a year.

I finally understand what Blink-182 means.

FUCK

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June 10 2015

amordelfriki:

aqua-twin:

"Maybe you’re not [heterosexual/homosexual/some kind of allosexual], maybe you’re just [insert love interests name]-sexual"

NO, NO THERE IS AN ACTUAL LEGITIMATE NAME FOR THAT

THERE IS A NAME FOR ONLY BEING SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO THOSE YOU HAVE A DEEP EMOTIONAL BOND WITH 

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I didn’t know that’s what demisexual meant all this time! Thank you for teaching me :)

May 15 2015

thatsridicarus

May 14 2015

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hidefjesus:

I laminated a paper towel

urbandictionaryfinds:

why does this have 31 thousand notes

oneglitterorgy:

You made it useless but also prevented it from the end it was predestined for.

cuddlemonstercas:

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

flyingbackwards:

Write. A. Book.

cuddlemonstercas:

What if I did write a book

and the pages of that book

were made out of

laminated

paper towels

roman-rory-fallen-angel:

I WASNT GONNA REPOST UNTIL THAT LAST COMMENT


dewchan7865:

This messed me up. 

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March 01 2015

Just a simple PSA

mikotoawase:

parenyzia:

kankripeixes:

cant-ride-a-quesadilla:

Cannon = thing that goes boom

Canon = an event that occurs within a published story

they both destroy ships tho

Did you just

Well played.

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February 03 2015

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worldwidewoman:

astroasteria:

the signs & untranslatable words

this is the only one that’s real

January 28 2015

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theographic:
Vorfreude (n.) : the joyful, intense anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures
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November 22 2014

thatsridicarus

Here’s some Finnish for you!

smiletattoo:

aeklavinraa:

Anna palaa! = Go for it!

Anna palaa! = Anna is returning!

Anna palaa! = Anna is burning! 

Anna pala. = Give me a piece. 

Anna palaa! = Let it burn!

I'm imagining the different intonations needed to say these different sentences
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November 10 2014

thatsridicarus

Types of kisses and their meaning

little-things-count-the-most:

toujiii:

Forehead: Friendship
Closed Eyelids: Thankfulness
Tip of nose: Good luck
Cheek: Happy to see you
Lips: Love
Earlobe/Neck: “I want you” , Lust, Desire
Top of hand: Respect, loyalty
Computer screen: I love you but I can’t ever have you (because you’re not real) 

that last one though

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thatsridicarus
Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest that just sounds nice and cozy, but if I invite you to my cabin in the woods you’re going to die.
malkiewicz
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November 06 2014

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9GAG: ...and thats how German works
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October 12 2014

thatsridicarus
Commonly confused words 22

commonfanficerrors:

Every day - adv. Each day, daily, regularly. I change my shirt every day so I always look clean.

Everyday - adj. Ordinary, normal, common, regular. This is an everyday shirt, not one of the good ones I wear to church.

[img from here]

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August 02 2014

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wordisdrawn:

largesse \lahr-JES, LAHR-jis, noun:
1. generous bestowal of gifts.
2. the gift or gifts, as of money, so bestowed.
3. Obsolete. generosity; liberality.

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wordisdrawn:

decant \dih-KANt, verb: to pour (a liquid) from one container to another.

June 02 2014

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What Programmers Say vs. What They Mean (via imgur)

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March 23 2014

thatsridicarus

geekishchic:

nuuku:

turtle-ambulance:

fun fact: “nolo” is latin for “do not want” so if someone says yolo you can say nolo and they’ll think its just a stupid comeback but in all actuality you’re speaking latin which is classy as shit so haha the jokes on them

and it means “(you’re) embarrassing” in finnish so it’s double joke on them

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March 21 2014

thatsridicarus

If you have any doubt that the hashtag is a frighteningly powerful tool in our modern vocabulary, imagine a person you care about texting you that song’s title line out of the blue: “You’re beautiful.” Now think of the same person texting, “You’re #beautiful.” The second one is jokey, ironic, distant—and hey, maybe that’s what that person was going for. But it also hammers home that point that the internet too often asserts: You’re not as original as you once thought. “Beautiful” is analog, unquantifiable, one-in-a-million. #Beautiful, on the other hand, is crowded terrain. Ten more people have just tweeted about something or someone #beautiful since you started reading this sentence.

As more and more of our daily interactions become text-based — people preferring texting to phone calls, workplaces that rely heavily email and instant messaging—we’re developing ways to stretch our written language so it can communicate more nuance, so we can tell people what we mean without accidentally leading them on or pissing them off. Periods have become more forceful, commas less essential, and over the last few years, the hashtag has morphed into something resembling the fabled sarcasm font—the official keystroke of irony. Putting a hashtag in front of something you text, email, or IM to someone is a sly way of saying “I’m joking,” or maybe more accurately, “I mean this and I don’t at the same time.”

The #Art of the Hashtag Thanks to Twitter, the hashtag has become an important linguistic shortcut. But while everyone from Robin Thicke to Beyoncé has used the symbol as part of their art, only a few have truly taken advantage of its culture-jamming possibilities.

(via pitchforkmedia)
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January 18 2014

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chic-cactus:

sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

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thatsridicarus

Sonder.


n.
 The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own - populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries, and inherited craziness - an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate...

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