Hello yes I is Emily

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howelllll:

dananphilgames + are they even trying anymore

Reblogged 14 hours ago from mad-impossible-fandoms

This urn will turn you into a tree after you die

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rainbow-road-to-happiness:

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You can choose what kind of tree you want to become

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Idk I just find this beautiful 

just imagine cemeteries looking like this

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a forest of living, changing, beautiful trees. I think a tombstone represents finality in death while a tree represents the continuation of life. It’s like you are living on symbolically through something greater than yourself. Each tree in a forest is a soul.

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Reblogged 14 hours ago from constantexistential-crisis

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lisabeam:

fahbulus:

taking selfies with my friends like

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aren’t those the guys from scrubs?

Reblogged 16 hours ago from hotboyproblems

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robinwiththehair:

ygrittesnow:

when we were babies my dad was a stay-at-home dad while my mom kicked ass in the courtroom but he would carry my twin brother and me around with one baby on the front and one on his back in backpacks

and women would come up and look at how cute i was and coo over me and be like “awww how cute wow”

and my dad would be like, “YOU KNOW WHAT’S CUTER THAN ONE BABY”

and then he’d spin around

and BAM

there was my brother

I love everything about this. 

(Source: jon-snow)

Reblogged 16 hours ago from deanatemytailor
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appendingfic:

ironcheflancaster:

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sleek-black-wings:

thederpywingedone:

batmansymbol:

by the way did I ever tell y’all about the time I got a blank message from nobody, sent on new year’s eve in 1969, when the internet didn’t exist?

because that happened

What the fuck

Time travel.

Or maybe its from 2069, when we’ve developed the technology to send data to the past. You sent yourself a blank message as a test but as the email address you used to send it doesnt exist yet, it came up as no sender

I… what?

OKAY KIDS, LET’S LEARN ABOUT THE UNIX EPOCH

So back in the early days of computers, when we were trying to build clocks to keep all our computers in sync, we tried a bunch of different ways to synchronize them in ways that both normal people could use and programmers could utilize.

We just tried saying “The current time is THIS date” and just storing that date as some text, but while that was easy for humans, it was a bunch of different numbers that worked together in funny ways and computers don’t play nice with a bunch of random, arbitrary rules.

Not much worked, until we realized that we needed a BASELINE to compare against, and a way to represent the current time that covers everybody. So we came up with Unix time, because Unix was the style at the time. Essentially, Unix time represents any given time by saying “How many seconds ago was 12:00 AM on January 1, 1970 in Iceland somewhere?”. Recent enough to keep the numbers relatively small, far enough that nothing computer-y would fall before it, and consistent enough that there’d be no discrepancy based on where you are.

So what happens when you see the date “December 31, 1969” on a buggy message like this is that the computer received a bunch of zeroes by mistake and went “Oh, this must be a message!” Then when it tried to interpret it, it got to the date, found a zero, and said “Zero seconds since the Unix Epoch? I’ll round down - this was sent at the last second of New Year’s Eve, 1969! They’ll be so happy to finally get their blank message.”

And then the computer traipsed off on its merry way, because computers are fucking ridiculous.

This is frankly more hilarious than the 1969 time traveler theory

Reblogged 16 hours ago from official-dickolo

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When you open an exam paper and can’t even answer the first question

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(Source: itsjustinsbieber)

Reblogged 16 hours ago from trust

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bisexualdemondean:

I like my women how I like my men. 

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That’s it.

That’s the joke. 

I am bisexual.

Reblogged 16 hours ago from official-dickolo

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queen-of-love-and-beauty:

"I don’t wear makeup so I don’t have to waste like an hour in front of the mirror every morning hahahaha"

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"open books not legs"

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"why have tequila shots when you can have tea?"

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"As always, late with Starbucks"

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"modest is hottest"

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"I’m not like those girls”

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Reblogged 16 hours ago from americandreambarbie
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Today, I was on the metro with my friend and a man approached her and sat on the chair adjacent to us.

I immediately knew what was coming, he was gonna hit on her and tell her that she was “just absolutely beautiful” and would she go out with him sometime?

Instead, he turned to face her and said, “At what point in your life did you realize you’re pretty?” She seemed confused and she just disregarded him, but he continued to repeat the question. He said she exuded an air of confidence, one that overshadowed the presence of everyone else.

He asked her if she found herself pretty, she pretended she didn’t have an answer. He asked her if she found /me/ pretty, she said yes. “Pretty compared to yourself?” She said yes. He called her a liar.

He proceeded to explain to her that she doesn’t treat me right, he said that she thinks she’s a princess and that what goes around comes around.

My friend and I both left the station with an odd feeling, but between us, it was not the same feeling.

Though I pretended that the man’s speech had left me bewildered, I did fully understand the meaning behind his seemingly arbitrary ramblings.

He had pointed out the obvious physical differences between my friend and I how it affected the way she treated me.

She’s pretty, she’s tall, she’s popular, and she knows it.

And I guess what he really meant when he asked her that first question was, “At what point in your life did you realize that being pretty makes you powerful?”

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Kiara B., At What Point In Your Life Did You Realize That Being Pretty Makes You Powerful?”  (via opulentes)

Reblogged 16 hours ago from lame-indulgences
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charlesoberonn:

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sanjista:

bbanditt:

chongthenomad:

so my family went to the tulip fields and my little sister didn’t have a good time at all

WHY IS THAT ONE FUCKING TULIP A DIFFERENT COLOR I WOULD BE UPSET TOO

it is the chosen one

it must be the main character in the anime

It got funnier when I realized just how many tulips are in this picture.

Reblogged 16 hours ago from itsstuckyinmyhead
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