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Just got done from a tiring picnic. Gonna sleep off the sleepiness

Just got done from a tiring picnic. Gonna sleep off the sleepiness

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minakuu:

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amandargh:

theresavoidinmypolaroid:


REBLOG AND THEN CLICK ON THE PICTURE. USE YOUR WEBCAM OR NOT.

This is the most wondrous thing. I have turned off all of my lights and I’m sat under my duvet like a secret pioneer into this fantastic little world that I can’t stop watching.

Genuinely one of the coolest things I’ve come across on here.

Ok this is amazing

I spent like 20 minutes just watching it.

omg i dont reblog stuff but fhdbsjfhdbshjfs this needs to be on my tumblr omg //stares

wow

curiosity got the best of me

shehatesmyurl:

toobroketobegorborrow:

minakuu:

  wolfpack-:

mydearestallen:

amandargh:

theresavoidinmypolaroid:

REBLOG AND THEN CLICK ON THE PICTURE. USE YOUR WEBCAM OR NOT.

This is the most wondrous thing. I have turned off all of my lights and I’m sat under my duvet like a secret pioneer into this fantastic little world that I can’t stop watching.

Genuinely one of the coolest things I’ve come across on here.

Ok this is amazing

I spent like 20 minutes just watching it.

omg i dont reblog stuff but fhdbsjfhdbshjfs this needs to be on my tumblr omg //stares

wow

curiosity got the best of me

hippiesrus:

ALMOST FUCKING SHIT MYSELF. WHAT THE FUCK.

hippiesrus:

ALMOST FUCKING SHIT MYSELF. WHAT THE FUCK.

Reblog this if you aren’t wearing pants!
vivalab0ner:

shefinallylostcontrol:

fanfatale:

solemnly-swear:

shallowjokesandbrokenthoughts:

survivingoffhope:

(( Is it bad that I cried?
I really needed this.
Thank you, quiet place. ))
Reblogging myself.
I still have the tab open.
I really needed this. T__T <3
♥♥♥
Oh god. <3 Going here everyday.
EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THIS PLANET NEEDS TO CLICK THIS
At first I thought it was an error, but then I got it and it’s like fucking epic. 8D
oh my god<3.
oh wow.
I think I’m just gonna leave this open in a tab cuz it’s really pretty…
THIS IS MY HOMEPAGE NOW
:>

THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.
This really made my day.
This is was so….wow.
reblogging this again.
do it. Every once in a while we all need this.
FAVE post

I didn’t want the little text to go.  I was sad when it said goodbye :’( I want the world to be like this forever

i will open this Daily. 
That was perfect.



I do this every night before I go o bed. the first time I listened to it and it ended, I like cried.
omgg click this

vivalab0ner:

shefinallylostcontrol:

fanfatale:

solemnly-swear:

shallowjokesandbrokenthoughts:

survivingoffhope:

(( Is it bad that I cried?

I really needed this.

Thank you, quiet place. ))

Reblogging myself.

I still have the tab open.

I really needed this. T__T <3

♥♥♥

Oh god. <3 Going here everyday.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THIS PLANET NEEDS TO CLICK THIS

At first I thought it was an error, but then I got it and it’s like fucking epic. 8D

oh my god<3.

oh wow.

I think I’m just gonna leave this open in a tab cuz it’s really pretty…

THIS IS MY HOMEPAGE NOW

:>

image

THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.

This really made my day.

This is was so….wow.

reblogging this again.

do it. Every once in a while we all need this.

FAVE post

I didn’t want the little text to go.  I was sad when it said goodbye :’( I want the world to be like this forever

i will open this Daily. 

That was perfect.

image

I do this every night before I go o bed. the first time I listened to it and it ended, I like cried.

omgg click this

vivalab0ner:

shefinallylostcontrol:

fanfatale:

solemnly-swear:

shallowjokesandbrokenthoughts:

survivingoffhope:

(( Is it bad that I cried?
I really needed this.
Thank you, quiet place. ))
Reblogging myself.
I still have the tab open.
I really needed this. T__T &lt;3
♥♥♥
Oh god. &lt;3 Going here everyday.
EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THIS PLANET NEEDS TO CLICK THIS
At first I thought it was an error, but then I got it and it’s like fucking epic. 8D
oh my god&lt;3.
oh wow.
I think I’m just gonna leave this open in a tab cuz it’s really pretty…
THIS IS MY HOMEPAGE NOW
:&gt;

THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.
This really made my day.
This is was so….wow.
reblogging this again.
do it. Every once in a while we all need this.
FAVE post

I didn’t want the little text to go.  I was sad when it said goodbye :’( I want the world to be like this forever

i will open this Daily. 
That was perfect.



I do this every night before I go o bed. the first time I listened to it and it ended, I like cried.
omgg click this

vivalab0ner:

shefinallylostcontrol:

fanfatale:

solemnly-swear:

shallowjokesandbrokenthoughts:

survivingoffhope:

(( Is it bad that I cried?

I really needed this.

Thank you, quiet place. ))

Reblogging myself.

I still have the tab open.

I really needed this. T__T <3

♥♥♥

Oh god. <3 Going here everyday.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THIS PLANET NEEDS TO CLICK THIS

At first I thought it was an error, but then I got it and it’s like fucking epic. 8D

oh my god<3.

oh wow.

I think I’m just gonna leave this open in a tab cuz it’s really pretty…

THIS IS MY HOMEPAGE NOW

:>

image

THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.

This really made my day.

This is was so….wow.

reblogging this again.

do it. Every once in a while we all need this.

FAVE post

I didn’t want the little text to go.  I was sad when it said goodbye :’( I want the world to be like this forever

i will open this Daily. 

That was perfect.

image

I do this every night before I go o bed. the first time I listened to it and it ended, I like cried.

omgg click this


“The Egg” by Andy Weir

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. And 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.

“The Egg” by Andy Weir

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. And 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.