Mindless Scrolling Dump

why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain

no one tell him

This has come on a bit since 32K notes, proving that Tumblr appreciates a really pointed observation.

terrified of unwittingly enjoying the shadows in the cave. the song you didn't know was a cover. the movie you didn't realize was a parody. the game you never knew was a bootleg port. and then even after you find out, there's something in you that still likes the shadow better than the real thing

Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

Reblog to give prev the TIME to write their fanfiction

Reblog to give prev the hocus focus to write their fanfiction.

Reblog to give prev the energy to write their fanfiction

Reblog to give prev the executive function to write their fanfiction

@shadisaskyline

I feel like this is why the Lord of the Rings has "too many" endings. Because the adventure ends, but life goes on, and Tolkien couldn't resist trying to show that.

-Hobbit saying

btw you should absolutely read stuff you don't agree with. you should think critically about it. you should reflect and find different stimuli and maybe even form your own thought based on or opposed to it. ideas aren't contagious and reading words someone else has told you are "bad" won't infect you like a virus and make you "evil". read with your own brain.

all art is dead thoughts. dead thoughts and feelings. just like how scientists study the carcasses of deep sea animals that they may never get a chance to see, or archeologists look at fossils of creatures they truly will never get a chance see, i devour anything i can get my hands on, books, paintings, movies, songs, in the hopes of figuring out how it works, in the hopes of reverse engineering these fragments and maybe making out life. and maybe one day ill come across a living breathing thought or emotion and realize how wrong my interpretation was, how unalike the corpse is from the living. how skewed my perspective was from studying the imprints and reflections and shadows. but for now i bask in the shadows