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Wed, 19 Jun 2013 21:50:23 +0200

4mericana-exotica: one of my favorite people, everybody.

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:13:51 +0200

4mericana-exotica:

one of my favorite people, everybody.

I wish I were fictional now. but i'm just a friend of a friend. and oh deary me he is literally what I imagine the taste of mint baileys looks like.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:44:10 +0200

maybe we should eat him to find out if he also tastes like mint baileys because if hannibal can do it then so can we

i was not referring to that billy. that billy is perfection. no. you are beautiful. you will always be beautiful.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:37:15 +0200

i know like can we just take a sec and appreciate his face

but really who are you because you are so sweet i’d dedicate a blog to you if you were a fictional character

don't be a silly billy, your body is beautiful

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:31:00 +0200

my body is like billy
like 10 years ago it was all good
then life happened
now i am 2013 billy

‘i bought a cute bikini but my body is disgusting’ a book written by me

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:53:57 +0200

‘i bought a cute bikini but my body is disgusting’ a book written by me

portalscience: i wish i was like best friends with hannibal because then he could eat people i dont...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:17:52 +0200

portalscience:

i wish i was like best friends with hannibal because then he could eat people i dont like

thnksfrthbttfck: some lyrics are so accurate i want to write them on my body and paint them on my...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:16:13 +0200

thnksfrthbttfck:

some lyrics are so accurate i want to write them on my body and paint them on my walls and post them on every social networking site and scream them from the rooftops and get a t shirt with them on it and bathe in them and wow i just like nice lyrics

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Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:01:51 +0200

dan and i were doing an rpg on skype as a jokethen it got serious and now i am going to drown myself

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:59:44 +0200

dan and i were doing an rpg on skype as a joke
then it got serious and now i am going to drown myself

You were on your way home when you died. It was a car...

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:48:02 +0200

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. An 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.”

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electrosnap: HOCUS POCUS - J’ATTENDS

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kingkongoncocaine

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:23:13 +0200

10/10 would bang duh

that hot ass british boy portalscience 10/10 would fuck x0x0x0x00x

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:20:16 +0200

0mg y3s dan is so cool bcuz hes like from the UK and thats like the best thing ever like he probably is in like a boyband and he like goes to school in one of those red vehicle things and he like has this accent and tea n sh3rlock <333!1!1!1

am i stereotype enough for you now?

andheavenwaits

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 22:18:00 +0200

if you were a fictional character i’d dedicate a blog to you that’s how special you are to me yes yes yes

do you think there's a murder gene?

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4mericana-exotica: one of my favorite people, everybody.

I wish I were fictional now. but i'm just a friend of a friend. and oh deary me he is literally what I imagine the taste of mint baileys looks like.

i was not referring to that billy. that billy is perfection. no. you are beautiful. you will always be beautiful.

don't be a silly billy, your body is beautiful

‘i bought a cute bikini but my body is disgusting’ a book written by me

portalscience: i wish i was like best friends with hannibal because then he could eat people i dont...

thnksfrthbttfck: some lyrics are so accurate i want to write them on my body and paint them on my...

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dan and i were doing an rpg on skype as a jokethen it got serious and now i am going to drown myself

You were on your way home when you died. It was a car...

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electrosnap: HOCUS POCUS - J’ATTENDS

kingkongoncocaine

that hot ass british boy portalscience 10/10 would fuck x0x0x0x00x

andheavenwaits