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"Life itself is only a vision. A dream. Nothing exists, save empty space and you. And you... are but a thought. "

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adultnapped:

isn’t it creepy that from the day you are born you start to die

1 week ago with 434,285 notes

The Signs Respond to a Compliment: You’re Wonderful

psych-facts:

zodiac—signs:

Aries: Oh, thanks! You too!
Taurus: What? Why?
Gemini: *starts singing a song that has the word “wonderful” in it*
Cancer: What do you mean? *internally blushing*
Leo: Oh you! Stop it! 
Virgo: Thank you. I appreciate it.

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1 week ago with 3,268 notes

kaleidoscopevag:

talonflarne:

if i have a daughter im going to name her lizard and then she’ll get the nickname liz and everyone will be like “oh is it short for elizabeth?” and she will have to say “no my name is lizard”

you are awful wow

1 week ago with 190,685 notes

LEAKED NEW EEVEELUTION

chaka1987:

im-deadpool-god-dammit:

now theres 

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Eevee

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Flareon

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Vaporeon

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Jolteon

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Espeon

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Umbreon

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Leafeon

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Glaceon

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Sylveon, and finally

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Celinedion

I don’t know what I expected.

1 week ago with 115,434 notes

“I don’t believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamor and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear. And I loathe these discussions. The argument of the village atheist whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place. Your fellowship is a fellowship of pain and nothing more. And if that pain were actually collective instead of simply reiterative then the sheer weight of it would drag the world from the walls of the universe and send it crashing and burning through whatever night it might yet be capable of engendering until it was not even ash. And justice? Brotherhood? Eternal life? Good god, man. Show me a religion that prepares one for death. For nothingness. There’s a church I might enter. Yours prepares one only for more life. For dreams and illusions and lies. If you could banish the fear of death from men’s hearts they wouldnt live a day. Who would want this nightmare if not for fear of the next? The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. All with a single conclusion. For you and for every one and everything that you have chosen to care for. There’s the true brotherhood. The true fellowship. And everyone is a member for life. You tell me that my brother is my salvation? My salvation? Well then damn him. Damn him in every shape and form and guise. Do I see myself in him? Yes. I do. And what I see sickens me. Do you understand me? Can you understand me?”

The Sunset Limited (via understanding-existance)

2 weeks ago with 63 notes

piquic:

rich people be like “oh my shoe untied, I’ll buy a new one

3 weeks ago with 219,346 notes