The Places You Found LoveEveryone, but you especially as a woman, is biologically programmed to find babies cute. It's an evolutionary imperative, because the rational thing to do when you've got a screaming, shitting dependant taking up your food, is to kill it, and we need something to stop us doing that. It's also why people are generally attracted to big eyes and smooth skin - because they're characteristics of children.And I'm not saying this to detract from the beauty of parenthood, or to make you sad, I'm saying it to point out that this fact doesn't make a baby's laugh any less wonderful. And I don't think the source of anything can make it less so.This is why I can point out that any form of love isn't God or fate or destiny, it's that if two people have a strong emotional attachment, their children are more likely to survive.Atomic bombs are beautiful.So I will say that the me I am now, will and always has been feeling what I feel, but that sentence doesn't even make sense until we consider that
The Reasons We DieWhat I meant to say was that sometimes I just stare at the cigarette in my hands and beg for it to stop messing around and just kill me already.But I figured you don't want to hear that.
The Shifting Nature of RealityYou asked me, "In these dreams, what does it look like?" I told you it looks different every time. Sometimes it's like a million feathers falling, sometimes it's like snow, sometimes it's like little stones, sometimes like ash, sometimes like a fine sand blowing across the hills. It's always silent. It falls around me but it never touches me. It never sticks. I told you sometimes I see dim figures walking in the distance through all the falling white. I told you I wish one would turn around and come to me. I wish one had your face. I wish the pink of your cheeks and blue of your eyes would appear to me unveiled from out of the drift. But the sad small figures don't turn around. They walk on, shoulders low, and disappear. I just watch them. You said, "I'm here now," and touched my hand. "I'm here now."
The Overuse of MetaphoresYou smile like it's an accident that comes without an apology.
The Time Gone ByTick tock. All day. Every day is tick tocking by. There is no clock in your office that ticks or tocks, but you can hear the tick tock in your head. Tick. That's another second of your life gone, you think. Tock. That's one more second waiting for the man to tell you what to do. Tick. I'm a thinker, you think. Tock. Time to be a doer. Tick. You walk into your boss' office. Tock. I quit.The clock stops.
The NuancePlay it one more time please, I need to hear it again. I need to make sure that its the only sound in my head. Play it again for me, I want to hear it once more. I want to make sure the only sound is correct. I don't want to hear that stare again. I don't want to see those words. I'll play the part again, I need to play it again. I need to make sure that every note is right. Give me a second to rehearse that part once more, I haven't been playing it right this entire time. I know it might sound right to you, but it doesn't sound right to me. I can't hear those words anymore. I never want to see that stare again. I have to keep playing. I never want to hear that again.
The Silence Goes On For YearsIn case of emergency, break glass. Throw plates. Cave to the insecurities you've harbored all along. Scream. Curse. Panic. Accuse her of never loving you, even though you know she did and still does. Tell her you never loved her. Tell yourself. Feel the world crumbling around you. Rip the rest of it down. Ignore her pleas. Her tears. Your regrets. Watch yourself leave, unable to stop your own feet. Slam the door. Keep walking. Realize, too late, that you didn't mean it.
The Art of Finding FlawsMaybe that's all it means, to grow up; to watch your heroes become human, right before your eyes.
the Millennia LaterDesolation has its own stark beauty. It's in the limbs of dead trees twisting up, pleading at the grey sky. It's in the air, cold with a faint hint of smoke and the barest breeze that stirs up the dust at your feet. The white-grey ash falls like snowflakes, dusting your hair, your coat, your mask. You catch one of the flakes and it crumbles between your gloved fingers. The ground is packed as hard as concrete under your boots as you turn your back on this cold, still world. You look up; the moon is barely visible. You will carry that memory with you as you go back underground. Mankind no longer has use for the stars.
What happens after you loose your frontal lobeSO sorry if there is anything wrong in here! Please correct me. This will be taken from google, just because I wanted to know. Actually I never found anything about loosing the lobe completely, but it says something about damage of it.you can check this guy out, he kinda lost his frontal lobe: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phineas_…So, in FNAF it's stated that the child from the bite of 87 lost its frontal lobe. As I am from germany, I'll try my best to translate this to you guys The centre in your brain where your frontal lobe is located makes you control your acts. It's for approval. You need it to approve, analyse and watch the processes in your brain. When you make decisions or calculate things you need your frontal lobe to approve it. Losing one's frontal lobe doesn't mean you go all derpy (sorry if this is offensive) because you don't need to have extreme intelligence loss.What you can't do properly after loosing your frontal lobe:The english article said, that you loose you
MasksA feverish conspiracy's mask.Illusions....A terrible tyrant's mask.Flawlessness.....A mask to all lies.Innonence....
Fame-The brighter the light that shines on you The darker your shadow becomes-
New PerspectiveLast night I was thinking about language change, my girlfriend's English, and the general sociolinguistic concept of language changing from generation to generation, with not as much change generally happening to an individual speaker's language, but happening instead between generations.I came to the realization that, for example, American and Australian English are about 10 to 12 (I initially though 8-10 but divergence started before then), generations apart. That makes things seem not as distant in some ways, but also forces you to realize the difference is greater than 3 or 4 lifetimes. Under that analysis, the difference between Australian English and UK English is 9 generations (there actually is a recorded date for when the British government noticed a difference between Australian and UK English; in 1827). The difference between American and Canadian English probably did not realistically start to diverge until 4 or 5 generations ago when the borders became enforced (only prob
Wolf's thought Have no faith, in human race
Homestarrunner theory: The Minds of the CharactersBefore you read this, let it be known that I've not taken any actual classes for psychiatry and these diagnoses are based purely off of what I've researched on Google. Your input is greatly appreciated. Also I don't feel like going through all of homestarrunner.com to find every piece of evidence to back up what I'm saying. If you've watched the show enough, you'll know what I'm talking about.Homestarrunner.com has been a place for corny and humorous cartoons for many years, but is there something else behind the characters? Something darker and less amusing? Forgive my lack of creative typing and I'll do my best to lead you through what I think really lurks in the minds of the characters.Homestar RunnerIntellectual disabilityHomestar isn't the smartest cookie, we all know that. He has some difficulty thinking, being smart, and not being stupid.People with intellectual disability typically exhibit one or more of the following symptoms:Delays in oral langua
natures novelty roulette i talk to inanimate objectsas the hand is stilllike a stone in the mouth.it goes deeper than an evilglint in your fathers eye,you were there as possibilityin the first human,as a fish,in the very first single celland deeper still.stardust and void and everything else.i get moments where i'mglad i'm alive.another day.not because the days areparticularly special ornoteworthybut this sudden realization of how strange and unlikelyit is that i should exist.that existence shouldexistand you smile at theoddsthe sublime absurdity ofchance orpurpose.you catch yourself lookingat things realizing how strangethey are.that we exist in this universe,that books exist, trees, cars,flowers, people, coffee cups,toe nail clippers,atoms, stars, planets.that there is anything there tobe seen or to see at all.everything contained in it andeverything existing thing of which you are one.do coffee mugs feel this way?birds? flowers? toe nailcl
DifferencesAll I'm willing to say right now, is that tolerance is important to co-exist in a world like ours.And I'm saying this, because homophobia, racism and prejudges separate people and make unnecessary conflicts. And these "small" conflicts can cause a bigger one, and then a bigger one and so on. In some cases, families break their bonds just because one of them is homosexual or because they have a relationship with someone from another country, and another stupid reasons. My point is, if someone, whatever kind of relationship you have with him-her, tells you he-she is homosexual, Do you have to leave him-her alone just because of that?In my opinion, it's plainly stupid. Why? Because, some days, months, years ago, he-she was homosexual and/or have a difference with you (your sexual orientation doesn't change from day to night. It's something that takes some time to assume and to get an idea of which one you belong to), but didn't told you about it. And you had no problem with hanging out
The End That No One NoticedThe Universe blinks and humanity, in all its cruel glory, comes into existence.It blinks again, and we are gone.