what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies?
Woah woah wait
you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most”
that would explain why, because you would actually be inhaling little parts of them over time
Oh my god
“n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters that you had originally skimmed through to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.”
I procrastinate so much I’ll probably put off death and never die
the secret to immortality
tumblr users are immortal.i can now imagine the Grim Reaper standing beside me all annoyed and stuff and glancing at his watch all the time and me being all like “just one more reblog”
“Dude, your heart stopped beating like 10 minutes ago, i don’t care about your OTP.”
AND THEN WE KILL HIM.
this one time in sixth grade i was waiting for my bus because it was late and this girl was cleaning out her locker and a teacher was helping her and all of the sudden the teacher started screaming and the girl started crying and all i heard was “YOU HAVE A GOLDFISH LIVING IN YOUR LOCKER??!!”