swimming down the river, frolicking through the woods in just jean shorts, and just feeling the rain pour on my skin, all so great and being with people who rock. I swear nothing can break our family not even the organization that brought us together. I feel like such s kid enjoying simple things like the touch of a hand on mine or grasping another persons body.. or the amazing hugs with my long lost friends that feel like our hearts are coming through our chests to join. I was reminded how sad it is that some people have never had friends like that, the ones you dont grow up with but are already established as who they are who they want to be. My friends are literally some of the best people on this planet and our love is so strong that some people will never even get a taste of the same level with their spouses. I need to remember that i am different, and i love that, but because im not normal there’s a lot that i dont understand with other people because they havent had the experiences ive had… hopefully everything will just happen just like it did last semester, ya know i forget how far i came the laast few months— it could of stopped at any time..
Lookin forward to meeting up with someone, sex, and then more sex Thursday. Not to mention I’m loving just being in the studio.
i need that lighter
An hr and 20 min run on the best trail in the rain uh it was amazing
For his recently published picture book Freckles (Splice Pictures Publishing), the Swiss photographer Reto Caduff has taken pictures of freckled women all over Europe. His pictures prove: freckles are beautiful. Don’t hide yourself in the shade! I think what I love about this the most is the vast diversity of people who are blessed with freckles. (x)
sometimes i wish i had freckles
Gateway of the Mind
In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God. They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought. An elderly man who claimed to have “nothing left to live for” was the only test subject to volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed. Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts.
Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear. After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to the man’s concerns.
Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him, and even more, he could communicate back. The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scientists. He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spouses and parents would have known. At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study.
After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone. He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response. He begged the scientists for sedatives, so he could escape the voices by sleeping. This tactic worked for three days, until he started having severe night terrors. The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in his dreams.
Only a day later, the subject began to scream and claw at his non-functional eyes, hoping to sense something in the physical world. The hysterical subject now said the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile, speaking of hell and the end of the world. At one point, he yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours straight. He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God.
After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences. Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm. The scientists rushed into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himself. After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and screaming. He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across his face. For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with a scientist for the first time in the study. He whispered “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and his vital signs stopped. There was no apparent cause of death.
I’ve been waiting for this post to show back up on my dash for months
This is a creepy pasta tho
This is why there is a thin line between science and God btw fictional story^^^
In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
the only reason i talk to you when I’m fucked up or on drugs is because you’re the reason im fucked up or taking drugs. How cruel of a realization is that when I should not be so attached at all. This is why love is so hard. Because you can love someone that has never been in love before, and since this is my first time in love it has been thoroughly excruciatingly painful.