i-want-you-close:

thenoodlebooty:

luigigrivera:

i can’t stop laughting

This was an adventure

well that was wild from start to finish

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the-grace-of-cas:

sonianeverland:

hey

hey friend

dont kill yourself tonight ok

you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again

youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep

I would like a moment to thank the people who reblog post like this so that it eventually shows on my dash.

It is keeping me alive

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thenadderandthenightfury:

I love how Hiccup’s sword (based on the look of the metal) wouldn’t really be of good use in a fight. The metal rods don’t look thick enough to withstand an actual sword, but that’s the point. Hiccup’s sword isn’t meant for fighting, it’s meant for connecting with dragons, it’s meant for to soothe, not to fight or harm…

It’s a pacifistic sword for a pacifistic hero. 

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sixpenceee:

thisischanandlerbong:

sixpenceee:

I read about this awhile ago in a book.

People who receive organ donations go through personality changes and characteristic similar to those of the donor. 

 In a study, a patient received a heart transplant from a man who was killed by gunshot to the face, and the organ recipient then reported to have dreams of seeing hot flashes of light directly on his face.

In another case, Claire Sylvia, a heart transplant recipient who received the organ from an 18-year-old male that died in a motorcycle accident, reported having a craving for beer and chicken nuggets after the surgery.

She also began to have reoccurring dreams about a man named ‘Tim L.’ Upon searching the obituaries, Sylvia found out her donor’s name was Tim and that he loved all of the food that she craved

SOURCE

These cases may support the cell memory theory. But as someone who wants to study the human consciousness, I have this one question.

What does this say about the human mind? Is it only stored in the brain? Can our cells also have the capacity to store information such as memory and personality? Are they aware of what makes us, who we are? Are they conscious in that sense?

HOLYSHIT

CAN WE ALL STARTING TALKING ABOUT THIS PLS

Reblog if you don’t have shoes on right now

somethingfangirly:

gayyyybriel:

redlark:

my-behavior-stays-mindless:

mindless-pics:

everything-is-kosherxo:

astudyin-thetimeywimey:

image

who wears shoes in bed

who wears shoes inside the house

Who wears shoes?

Shoes?

what is shoe

where do i download it

is shoe free?

how many people know of this “shoe”

can i eat the “shoe”?

Does this “shoe” have free wi-fi?

YOU GUYS ARE ALL ASSHOLES

I’m surprised there’s no hobbit joke on this post yet

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ofgeography:

robin williams died today.

here is a list of things that robin williams was:

  • funny
  • sharp
  • kind
  • clever
  • and sad.

that’s important, the “and sad,” because sometimes sadness can feel like the only thing we are. it can feel all-encompassing. it can feel like the only thing anyone could possibly see, when they look at you: sad. that person is so, so, sad.

but there is always an “and.” we are never just sad. we are never only. we are always and.

we have all known people who were sad, who are sad; some of us are ourselves sad. being sad does not remove the other parts of us, though it can make them harder for us to see. when you are sad, you don’t necessarily feel like you are also funny, and sharp, and clever, and kind.

but you still are. you don’t have to feel like something to be it.

those things are written on your bones, they are woven into the fabric of your skin. sadness can feel so big, so big and overwhelming and complete, even when it is not a directed sadness. maybe especially when it is not a directed sadness, when it’s a depression that has no direct cause and nothing we can name.

sometimes the sadness is too big. people try to cut it out, or starve it out, or drink it down, or drug it silent. if this is you: i’m sorry. if this is you: you are not alone. if this is you: remember that the solution is never to give up, because you do not live in a vacuum. there are people waiting for you. there are films and songs and books and not-sadness waiting for you. i know that you don’t feel like waiting, but wait anyway.

if you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.

robin williams died today, but the genie didn’t, and mrs. doubtfire didn’t, and peter pan didn’t. sean maquire didn’t, and professor philip brainard didn’t, and alan parrish didn’t. batty koda didn’t. john keating didn’t. you didn’t. 

don’t.