when you feel your clothes fresh out of the oven
OKAY SO I REALIZED I USED OVEN INSTEAD OF DISHWASHER BUT I KINDA FORGOT WHAT IT WAS CALLED AND USED THE NEXT BEST GUESS I COULD THINK OF
It’s called a washing machine
i think its a dryer like who would be feeling wet ass clothes
this post is a fucking train wreck
Captain Jack Sparrow: Calling out bullshit since the 1740s.
Lord that was my favorite part as a kid
Can I just say I think its amazing that he just *knows* those guns?
pretty sure the actual line is “i know those cannons”
no he said “i know those guns”
That’s actually a theory incorporated into M-theory (string theory)
Sorry, I just used the word theory three times.
Basically, there is a possibility, if string theory is correct and atoms are actually made up of tiny strings vibrating in 10 dimensions, we could have infinite parallel universes inside each and every quark contained in our body. We’re huge to them, and tiny to the universe WE are contained in.
How bout that? There could be billions upon trillions of creatures, things, worlds, inside each atom inside us. Infinite universes in one quark.
Mia your geek is showing.
This is why I study physics.
…whoah. brb, contemplating this forever.
So does that mean that when we die all those billions of universes and creatures die within us?
I knew I am a god
I fucking knew it
holy crap that is like world-ception
Dude what if stories and characters are real living in one of the many universes in the mind of the author. The author just happens to be in touch with them in someway.
This is where our characters live.
these are my legit beliefs.
conservation of matter and energy, when you die, your atoms don’t spontaneously combust. They move on to another part of the system (aka ashes, ground, blah blah blah)
So writers and artists are basically gods that no one believes in and we are infinite. Im going to need to lie down in the fetal position.