1. This post is so many words

    brookietf:

    thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

    paperseverywhere:

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    And then I find out the fanfic hasn’t updated for over a year.

    WE CAN ALL RELATE TO THIS POST

    OH GOD THIS JUST STARTED HAPPENING TO MEEEEEE

    (via vickyvicarious)

    Posted on: 22nd August 2014 - 65,548 notesReblog

  2. This post is so many words

    Sorry guys I just care about bottled water a lot, especially now that I live in one of the areas being bled dry by it

    coelasquid:

    So an average adult human is supposed to drink 2 litres of water a day to stay healthy, not a lot of people do that but for the sake of the math here let’s say you do. If your tap water is so shady you refuse to drink it, that means you burn through two $2.50 one litre bottles of water a day, which amounts to $5. A friend of mine using a portable filter intended to clean 1000 litres of water (I’m not sure what quality of water was used to get that number) said in practical application she got about two months of heavy duty use camping in an area where the water is so thick with decomposing plant matter it’s green and opaque

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    Assuming in this active, athletic summer camping situation she is also drinking her two litres of water every day, it means her filter cleaned about 120 litres of totally raw and untreated muddy lake water for $20. That same amount of bottled water would run you $300 at $2.50 per litre bottle, so using a filter to treat the dirty water instead of resorting to bottles saved her $280, a hundred and twenty plastic bottles, and 240 litres of wasted water in the “three litres of water to produce one litre of bottled water" exchange.

    Bottled water companies are completely devastating California, if you don’t trust your tap water please, please invest in a filter, carry a reusable bottle with you, you will save so much money and help keep California wet enough to continue providing the rest of the country with the produce they grow here.

    Aside from the obvious environmental benefits from investing in a filter of some kind if your water is undrinkable, I can’t believe people can justify the gigantic difference in personal expense between a filter or LifeStraw etc and buying all the water you need to drink in your life from a company that bottles it.  It ain’t economical, people! 

    (Also I am very grateful that I can drink water straight out of a tap in pretty much every place I’ve been in my country)

    Posted on: 22nd August 2014 - 158 notesReblog

  3. This post is VISUAL

    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

    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

    (Source: portal-mouth, via alchemistc)

    Posted on: 22nd August 2014 - 307,897 notesReblog

  4. This post is probably fangirling

    jackdonaghy:

    CaptainCharmingHood doing the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge requested by misslizanne
    Donate at ALSA.org

    (via captainswanouat)

    Posted on: 22nd August 2014 - 3,254 notesReblog

  5. This post is probably fangirling

    tastefullyoffensive:

    Makeup Transformations (Part One)

    Previously: Office Safari

    Perfection

    Posted on: 21st August 2014 - 90,570 notesReblog

  6. This post is probably fangirling

    Posted on: 21st August 2014 - 219,391 notesReblog

  7. This post is some words

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    [trigger warning: suicide]

    If someone were to die at the age of 63 after a lifelong battle with MS or Sickle Cell, we’d all say they were a “fighter” or an “inspiration.” But when someone dies after a lifelong battle with severe mental illness and drug addiction, we say it was a tragedy and tell everyone “don’t be like him, please seek help.” That’s bullshit. Robin Williams sought help his entire life. He saw a psychiatrist. He quit drinking. He went to rehab. He did this for decades. That’s HOW he made it to 63. For some people, 63 is a fucking miracle. I know several people who didn’t make it past 23 and I’d do anything to have 40 more years with them.

    "

    anonymous reader on The Dish

    One of the more helpful and insightful things I’ve seen about depression/suicide in the last couple of days.

    (via mysweetetc)

    THISSSS!!!!

    (via thisisglorious)

    YES 

    (via fromonesurvivortoanother)

    (via cakeblr)

    Posted on: 14th August 2014 - 119,742 notesReblog

  8. This post is VISUAL

    cracked:

"Hey so that thing that ruins your digestive cycle? All in your head."
4 Things Nobody Tells You About Food Allergies

#3. The Media Hate You
Let’s pretend that scientists recently did a study on pollen allergies. As part of this pretend study, they put a bunch of pollen under microscopes and discovered that it was covered with teensy little bugs. The pretend-scientists removed the tiny bugs, put the bug-free pollen in a room with allergy sufferers, and found that nobody reacted. How would you expect the media to report this? The headlines would probably say something like “Pollen Allergies Actually Caused by Tiny Bugs,” or “Pollen Not to Blame for Hay Fever,” or maybe “IMMIGRANTS BRING DEADLY POLLEN BUGS ACROSS THE U.S.-MEXICO BORDER.” You wouldn’t expect the media to declare that “pollen allergies” were completely fake all along.
But that’s exactly what happened when a study this year looked at people suffering from intestinal problems that they attributed to gluten intolerance.

Read More

Every time someone claims gluten intolerance isn’t a real thing I come closer to being able to focus my rage into a single razor sharp beam of energy with which to cut people

    cracked:

    "Hey so that thing that ruins your digestive cycle? All in your head."

    4 Things Nobody Tells You About Food Allergies

    #3. The Media Hate You

    Let’s pretend that scientists recently did a study on pollen allergies. As part of this pretend study, they put a bunch of pollen under microscopes and discovered that it was covered with teensy little bugs. The pretend-scientists removed the tiny bugs, put the bug-free pollen in a room with allergy sufferers, and found that nobody reacted. How would you expect the media to report this? The headlines would probably say something like “Pollen Allergies Actually Caused by Tiny Bugs,” or “Pollen Not to Blame for Hay Fever,” or maybe “IMMIGRANTS BRING DEADLY POLLEN BUGS ACROSS THE U.S.-MEXICO BORDER.” You wouldn’t expect the media to declare that “pollen allergies” were completely fake all along.

    But that’s exactly what happened when a study this year looked at people suffering from intestinal problems that they attributed to gluten intolerance.

    Read More

    Every time someone claims gluten intolerance isn’t a real thing I come closer to being able to focus my rage into a single razor sharp beam of energy with which to cut people

    (via cakeblr)

    Posted on: 14th August 2014 - 412 notesReblog

  9. This post is so many words

    Holy hell Tumblr exploded

    Posted on: 14th August 2014 - 1 noteReblog

  10. CLICKY CLICKY

    http://cracked.tumblr.com/post/94630458549/you-go-to-the-doctor-and-he-tells-you-that-you

    cracked:

    You go to the doctor and he tells you that you have a bacterial infection that will never, ever go away. It will literally eat away a crucial part of your digestive system unless you do a chemical treatment twice a day, every day, and do painful semiannual follow-up treatments with your doctor …

    Except visiting the dentist isn’t painful, especially if you A) Do actually brush + floss twice a day and B) actually go once or twice a year instead of once every ten to twenty come on people

    (Source: cracked.com)

    Posted on: 14th August 2014 - 604 notesReblog

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