My name is Echo and I draw gay horses and doritos

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Hella In a Box

cuddlemonstercas:

flyingbackwards:

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

Write. A. Book.

What if I did write a book

and the pages of that book

were made out of

laminated

paper towels

howidiotic:

if i do not see josh peck interviewed by oprah before i die i will not have lived a full life

simonsprocket:

ruinedchildhood:

Drive Through

Instructions unclear

shes in sweater town

batter-sempai:

themadcapmathematician:

countsassmaster:

bipper-billdipper:

ultimate-fanboy:

phylum—chordata:

IT OCCURRED TO ME ONCE WHILE WATCHING THIS EPISODE
DIPPER IS TWELVE??????
WHAT GRADE IS THIS KID IN??????????¿¿¿???
I’M A SOPHOMORE IN ALGEBRA II AND I STILL DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT WEIRD POINTY E MEANS

The pointy E. Haha.

Hey may be in advanced classes.
when i was in 2-3 grade, there was this boy who was already doing College level math

So….Dipper’s a math genius?

8)

…Tell me more.

I think both twins are geniuses, but in different ways.

Dipper is a Math and Physics genius. He can think critically and come up with ideas beyond his years. He knows how to decode clues and solve puzzles extrenely quickly. (He’s basically like Dib from Invader Zim, a child genius who is interested in the supernatural)

Mabel is an art genius. She freakin sculpted a life sized statue that looked exactly like Stan in less than 24 hours. She knits ever single one of her sweaters, which is very impressive considering how many she seems to have as she changes her sweater at least once per episode, and made an entire puppet show from scratch.

blackyrider:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

THIS IS NOT A GOOD BOX HUMAN

SAVE ME FROM THE BOX

I TRIED TO SITS BUT IT DIDN’T FITS

flyingcuttlefish:

carnivaldog:

gifak-net:

video

PUPPY NO

LAUNCH

twinktin:

wolfdiesel:

sizvideos:

Video

Ladies and Gentlemen, craftsmanship. One of the finest examples of taking pride in what you do, and making absolutely sure no detail is too small.

That’s some steampunk shit right there.