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a fundamental need to learn as much as you possibly can constantly stomped down by lack of motivation and executive disfunction

#incredibly frustrating #frustrated #i need to consume all of the media #reading the classics #it’s actually to fuel my ego

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you know when the garbage can is full but you don’t really feel like taking it out so you just push all the trash down to the bottom so the air is out and the trash is all compacted at the bottom making room for more

but then when it really is time to get the bag out you struggle because all the trash is packed into the bin and when you pull up the bag the bin just comes up with it.

#i need sleeeeep #taking the biggest shit of my life #periods suck

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I think deep down im an indie film douchbag

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Progress in science often occurs when curious, open-minded investigators make an unexpected observation.

Two young University neuropsychologists were trying to implant an electrode in a rat's reticular formation, But, they made a mistake: They placed the electrode incorrectly Curiously, as if seeking more stimulation, the rat kept returning to the location where it had been stimulated by this misplaced electrode.they had actually placed the device in a region of the hypothalamus, they had stumbled upon a brain center that provides pleasurable rewards.upon further experimentation these neuropsychologists went on to locate other "reward centers," When allowed to press pedals to trigger their own stimulation in these areas, rats would sometimes do so until they dropped from exhaustion. They would even cross an electrified floor that a starving rat would not cross to reach food.

There was a bare light bulb hanging from a rusted chain just above my head, the light faintly blinking, as if it had been forgotten and left off for many extended periods of time. The walls around me were a dull red, wallpaper peeling in the corners and prominent water stains here and there. My feet are wet, why are my feet wet? I hear a car outside. A big car. With the muffler taken off, undoubtedly belonging to a boy with bad facial hair hoping to attract some poor unsuspecting girl only to abuse her and dump her on the side of the road like a raccoon you caught in your garage. My hands are tied up too, I can feel hot blood slowly running in intricate patterns down my wrist

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I love the cadence of speech, manipulating it, reading it, playing with the sharp syllables and the smooth alliteration that flows, describing the hurts and joys and hopes that come with the human condition. I love literature, descriptions that put the most vivid scenes in your mind, submerging you in the grief, jealousy, regret of people of the past, parts of fiction as well as parts of the history we use to make better decisions with our future. knowing that there are billions of stories out in the world being told, is inspiring and overwhelming and so incredibly heartwarming. So many people are experiencing things important enough to write down and share with their children and the children after them, to share important things with the world, but also to share the stories of our imaginations. To escape this burning, crumbling world that hurts so much to watch fall. And be inspired. Be filled with hope and peace and love. To keep us engaged in the people rather than the sins of them.

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A crack stretches across an old sidewalk

Noticed by few and cared about by less

The sun beats down on this ancient divide

Waiting to be noticed, waiting for new

The rain beats down on that old gaping split

One day something unfamiliar shows up

It is green and tall, charming and handsome

Something to be admired and valued

But it does not belong in a sidewalk

Not appreciated as it should be

It grows out of place, it is a nuisance

One to be torn from the ground without care

Plucked without any consideration

#iambic pentameter #iambic prose #i am bitter #just wanted to share #angst prompt

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She feels like she is on the verge of insanity, like one more hit will push her into raw unadulterated rage. One more person slows down in front of her and she will fall into that manic untameable fury that she is so afraid might be buried deep beneath the surface. She is afraid to go too deep, afraid of what will be uncovered there, afraid that it might resemble pandora’s intentions just a little too much. She is afraid she will buckle, afraid that she will damage the perfect box she has built around herself.

#insanity #social issues #society #allegory #women #social conditioning #mental health #beauty behind the madness #poised #pandora #pandora’s box