I am beyond shadow of doubt furious.
I work so hard writing Biographies and apologues for my role plays and I cannot comprehend how some people have the nerve of copying what I wrote and claiming it to be as theirs.
Like WHAT THE FUCK? I spent two fucking hours of my life writing two short paragraphs and you just fucking strip it off and use it as yours without even asking for my permission. What kind of an asshole are you?
And to blatantly do it, having full knowledge that I will eventually take notice! They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery and yes to a notable extent, I am gratified however I would feel much enthusiastic had you simply sent me a message requesting to take a snip out of hard worked essays.
Calm down. Calm down.
Jodi Picoult once asked how something that is gone can weigh us down so much.
Why is that? How can something that does not exist within our immediate reach cause us overwhelming torment? I scavenge the crevices of my mind, wondering why is this the case and the only explication I could dig is that whatever it is that was once there leaves an essence, it imprints a mark and despite its physical absence a part of it remains; A part that we hopelessly cling to thus binding us to the pain which pulls us deeper and deeper to the abyss of our despairs.
Loss in itself does not mean something is entirely gone. It continues to subsist in your thoughts, in your memories so as long as you feed it with your emotions.
It’s our fault for creating unrealistic expectations from people. Isn’t tumblr enough proof of how you should never presuppose too much, be it on people or life in its entirety?
Presumptions screw you up big time so why do we besiege ourselves with something we are already well aware will source our own throb?
Psychologists report that the human brain is programmed to avoid pain. This poses several inquiries. For example, is this simply limited to tangible torment or does this cover emotional discomfort because as far as I’m concerned, humans tend to subject themselves again and again to the same cause of their agony.
This puts forward however the concept that the part of our mainframe that expels affliction is directly connected to the one that aches for affection and pleasure. Ironic isn’t it? When I had first encountered this information, the first thought that raced through my mind was, ‘What the fuck? Seriously? Like seriously?’ Anyhow gradually I began to grasp the bigger picture, or as I like to call it anyway — that delectation is intertwined with malady, that within this intricate network of nerves, receptors send similar pulses to the brain, the only difference is how one distinguishes these signals; Be it gratification or agony.
I’m getting all technical but my real point is that pain and joy are quite similar and ofttimes we permit ourselves to be bound to either without fully perceiving the discongruity of the two which frankly is to me, sad.
The human mind is indeed perplexing and it withholds too many of a secret and peculiarities we’re too young to understand. I can only beseech that eventually we comprehend its true nature in order to know ourselves to a greater extent.
What is distress and what is bliss, to be honest, I really don’t know.
This will be brief.
Loki is the most bad-ass, sharp tongued and wittiest villain with the awesomest sense of dark humor.
If that’s not enough reason to adore him, just look at his hair.
Nothing can beat that.
They say moments of epiphany usually occur in the enclosure of comfort rooms. So while I was doing my usual business earlier, my thoughts raced through the exceptional conglomeration of quotes and sayings that more or less whose ideals would disagree with each other. If each argues an intellection worth considering in your given circumstance, which words of advice do you follow?
He broke me then you came and fixed me only to destroy me again. I’m cracking.