Istg I'm So Close To Beating My Theatre Teacher With A Wooden Board.

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it tastes..............

funny

I just played a game of cat and mouse with my brother except I was the cat and also the mouse.

He thought we were playing keep-away with a mysterious cube but little did he know he was tricked. Fucking hoodwinked. Absolutely bamboozled.

While the fool scrambled to keep it away from me, I cleverly slunk away to my room to eat cheese in peace like a wretched little rodent.

Poor boy didn't even realize.

I have arrived on the clown site. First order of business: indulge in shenanigans.

The jellyfish, in theory, can live forever. When damaged or on the brink of starvation, it simply reverts back to a polyp. The medusae it releases are genetically identical to the adult and so it lives on.

And yet, despite this, the jellyfish dies. Either to predation or disease, it dies anyway. If you were a jellyfish and you saw your brother die—really die—would you understand? Would you grieve?

There is no life or death for the immortal jellyfish. There is only existence. You spend your days, endless or not, swimming in the dark. You are here, and that is all. You are a jellyfish, and that is enough. There is nothing else.

So if you saw your brother sink to the ocean floor, would you know he would never get up again?

Maybe.

If life and death mean nothing to the jellyfish, does the jellyfish even know it lives forever? Does it know how special it is? Or does it think itself mortal and perhaps insignificant? After all, it’s just a jellyfish.

We, like the jellyfish, will die. We will end as all things must. But we, like the jellyfish, have the capacity to live forever.

We have songs dating back thousands of years. We have stories of ancestors that we never got to meet. Even our faces are not our own, borrowed from someone else and made something new. We owe our existence to the people before us; we are the “medusae” they left behind. Dead men live as long as we have mouths to speak.

There is no life or death for the immortal jellyfish. There is only existence, and existence is no insignificant thing. Life cannot be wasted, only experienced, and therefore, changed.

So I guess my final question is this:

If you could live forever, would you know it?

I'm thinking about the immortal jellyfish.

fighting gabriel rn with a cheeky ass grin on my face while we beat the shit out of each other

just dancing and twirling around him like a little ballerina while he tries to smite me off the face of the earth

I'm thinking about the immortal jellyfish.

I feel like you have Maybe reblogged this before but like

You core?

sounds like something my cousin jongle would do

Artist's rendition:

I just played a game of cat and mouse with my brother except I was the cat and also the mouse.

He thought we were playing keep-away with a mysterious cube but little did he know he was tricked. Fucking hoodwinked. Absolutely bamboozled.

While the fool scrambled to keep it away from me, I cleverly slunk away to my room to eat cheese in peace like a wretched little rodent.

Poor boy didn't even realize.

i hate this stupid fucking koala so much i hate him it makes me physically ill looking at his stupid face i wish jimmy actually threw him off the fucking building bc he sucks so fucking much i hate him i hate him i hate him i ha

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can you devious face this please

Blasphemy. That is not what I said.