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beben-eleben: There once was a young boy with a very bad...

Thu, 16 May 2013 17:10:27 +1200

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

inkskinned: “I don’t trust anyone, because the trust I’ve given...

Tue, 14 May 2013 07:41:07 +1200

inkskinned:

“I don’t trust anyone, because the trust I’ve given them has always been abused. It never fails to disappoint me.”

destiniyang: This is so beautiful

Mon, 13 May 2013 21:36:11 +1200

destiniyang:

This is so beautiful

what it is like to live with an anxiety disorder

Sun, 12 May 2013 00:08:02 +1200

blankslate:

1.
no one ever congratulates you
for doing the really difficult things
like driving on the freeway or getting out of bed or
staying alive

2.
every friendship you make is a countdown
to the moment
when they finally can’t deal
with the missed calls and canceled hangouts
every friendship is on a timer
every friendship expires sooner,
not later

3.
you hear phrases like “bootstraps”
over and over
until you wish you had some to hang
yourself with

4.
you have to learn to simultaneously
relax your muscles
and move them with determination
you have to be in control
and you have to let go
at the same time
it’s enough to drive you into
a blubbering mess

5.
music is a conduit
crying is a conduit
your dad calling is a conduit
everything becomes a conduit
for either having or not having another panic attack

6.
you learn to stop making plans
because you’ll either disappoint yourself
or someone you care about or both

7.
you accept all of it

8.
you hope someday everyone else can
accept it too

“Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.” George R....

Sat, 11 May 2013 12:22:30 +1200

“Sweet lady,” he said, “no victory is half so beautiful as you.”

George R. R. Martin

Pars pro toto principle (Latin, “a part for the whole”) is the concept of giving up a...

Fri, 10 May 2013 20:22:44 +1200

Pars pro toto principle (Latin, “a part for the whole”) is the concept of giving up a part in order to save the whole. Examples include lizards detaching their tails when attacked by predators, finger sacrifices, people giving up their valuables at knife point, and kamikaze pilots giving up their lives for their country. An example is Aron Ralston, who cut off his arm to free himself from being pinned under a boulder.

"I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of..."

Tue, 07 May 2013 22:37:04 +1200

“

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

”

- Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via waydowntown)

(via tryinggtoevolve)

annetdonahue: The importance of consent: a narrative.

Sun, 05 May 2013 17:56:35 +1200

annetdonahue:

The importance of consent: a narrative.

One of my worst pet peeves is when pampered children in their 20’s say impractical things like...

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:50:26 +1200

One of my worst pet peeves is when pampered children in their 20’s say impractical things like “money isn’t everything.” And they always seem to say it with an air of smugness and it’s unbearable having these kinds of people look down on you for being practical and wanting to acquire a stable career, as if foregoing responsibilities and expenses made them more enlightened people. I understand that growing up they would have been constantly told that there are more important things in life than money but money is important because it has the potential to create value. Even though cash is mostly inert, it is necessary.

People need to understand that when they say that it’s better to have $1 to your name and be surrounded by people you love is better than being a millionaire and alone, they are talking about wealth which is erratic and useless precisely because it’s a social construct. Wealth is finding what makes you happy and content, which means you need to build up on experiences, which is a transaction-based activity. Money is a tool and it is necessary and it’s difficult to tolerate people with no sense of pragmatism and without the compartmentalization skills to understand that money and wealth are not mutually exclusive. No one close to you has ever had to skip a proper meal because they couldn’t afford it, good for you.

I’ll be damned knowing that I only have $1 to my name and having people who depend on me starve because whoop I chose to follow my dreams of having a rich internal life at the expense of actually being a functioning human being. As an aside, I understand if you’re consciously pursuing a lifestyle that isn’t lucrative because generally people with concrete life plans are responsible and that is admirable.

/rant

"1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things. 2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the..."

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:08:24 +1200

“1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things.
2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
5. You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave.
6. I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember.
7. I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless.
8. It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth.
9. I couldn’t love you, you were a small war.
10. We covered the smell of loss with jokes.
11. I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents.
12. You made the nomad in me build a house and stay.
13. I’m not a dog.
14. We were trying to prove our blood wrong.
15. I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things.
16. Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother.
17. No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot.
18. He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me.
19. You were too cruel to love for a long time.
20. It just didn’t work out.
21. My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back.
22. I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth.
23. I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home.
24. The women in my family die waiting.
25. Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you.
26. I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me.
27. You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick.
28. He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.”
29. His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile.
30. We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love.
31. Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you.
32. I’m a lover without a lover.
33. I’m lovely and lonely.
34. I belong deeply to myself.”

- Warsan Shire, “34 Excuses For Why We Failed At Love”

growlithed: i dont procrastinate because im lazy i procrastinate because theres so much shit i need...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 21:29:57 +1200

growlithed:

i dont procrastinate because im lazy i procrastinate because theres so much shit i need to do and its fucking overwhelming and i distance myself from it and do things that bring at least some enjoyment and then i get even more overwhelmed when ive procrastinated for too long i cant win its a vicious cycle

Armin Meiwes is a German man who achieved international notoriety for killing and eating a voluntary...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 20:56:46 +1200

Armin Meiwes is a German man who achieved international notoriety for killing and eating a voluntary victim whom he had found via the Internet. After Meiwes and the victim jointly attempted to eat the victim’s severed penis, Meiwes killed his victim and proceeded to eat a large amount of his flesh. Because of his acts, Meiwes is also known as the Rotenburg Cannibal or Der Metzgermeister (The Master Butcher). His main occupation was working as a computer repair technician.

Looking for a willing volunteer, Meiwes posted an advertisement on the website The Cannibal Cafe, whose disclaimer mentions the distinction between reality and fantasy. Meiwes’s post stated that he was “looking for a well-built 18- to 30-year-old to be slaughtered and then consumed”. Bernd Jürgen Brandes, an engineer from Berlin, then answered the advertisement. Many other people responded to the advertisement, but backed out; Meiwes did not attempt to force them to do anything against their will. As is known from a videotape the two made when they met on 9 March 2001 in Meiwes’s home in the small town of Rotenburg, Meiwes amputated Brandes’ penis and the two men attempted to eat the penis together before Brandes was killed. Brandes had insisted that Meiwes attempt to bite his penis off. This did not work and ultimately, Meiwes used a knife to remove Brandes’ penis. Brandes apparently tried to eat some of his own penis raw, but could not because it was too tough and, as he put it, “chewy”. Meiwes then fried the penis in a pan with salt, pepper, wine and garlic; he then fried it with some of Brandes’ fat but by then it was too burned to be consumed. He then chopped it up into chunks and fed it to his dog.

According to journalists who saw the video (which has not been made public), Brandes may already have been too weakened from the blood loss to actually eat any of his penis. Meiwes read a Star Trek book for three hours, while Brandes lay bleeding in the bath. Meiwes apparently gave him large quantities of alcohol and pain killers, twenty sleeping pills and a bottle of schnapps, kissed him and finally killed him in a room that he had built in his house for this purpose, the Slaughter Room. After stabbing Brandes to death in the throat, he hung the body on a meat hook and tore chunks of flesh from it; he even tried to grind the bones to use as flour. The whole scene was recorded on the two-hour video tape. Meiwes ate the body over the next 10 months, storing body parts in his freezer under pizza boxes and consuming up to 20 kilograms (44 lb) of the flesh. According to prosecutors, Meiwes committed the act for sexual enjoyment.

The Mellified man was a legendary medicinal substance created by...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 20:53:32 +1200

The Mellified man was a legendary medicinal substance created by steeping a human cadaver in honey. The concoction is mentioned only in Chinese sources, most significantly the Bencao Gangmu of the 16th-century Chinese pharmacologist Li Shizhen.

Relying on a second-hand account, Li reports a story that some elderly men in Arabia, nearing the end of their lives, would submit themselves to a process of mummification in honey to create a healing confection. This process differed from a simple body donation because of the aspect of self-sacrifice; the mellification process would ideally start before death.

The donor would stop eating any food other than honey, going as far as to bathe in the substance. Shortly, his feces (and even his sweat, according to legend) would consist of honey. When this diet finally proved fatal, the donor’s body would be placed in a stone coffin filled with honey. After a century or so, the contents would have turned into a sort of confection reputedly capable of healing broken limbs and other ailments. This confection would then be carefully sold in street markets as a hard to find item with a hefty price.

In medicine, a nocebo is a harmless substance that creates...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 20:47:05 +1200

In medicine, a nocebo is a harmless substance that creates harmful effects in a patient who takes it. The nocebo effect is the negative reaction experienced by a patient who receives a nocebo. Conversely, a placebo is an inert substance that creates either a positive response or no response in a subject who takes it. The phenomenon in which a placebo creates a positive response in the subject to which it is administered is called the placebo effect.

Both nocebo and placebo effects are entirely psychogenic. Rather than being caused by a biologically active compound in the nocebo or placebo itself, these reactions result from a subject’s expectations about how the substance will affect him or her. Though they originate exclusively from psychological sources, nocebo effects can be either psychological or physiological.

Some people maintain that belief kills (e.g., “voodoo death”: Cannon (1942) describes a number of “voodoo deaths” from a variety of different cultures) and belief heals (e.g., faith healing).

A “self-willed” death (due to voodoo hex, evil eye, pointing the bone procedure etc.) is an extreme form of a culture-specific syndrome or sociogenic illness that produces a particular form of psychosomatic or psychophysiological disorder which results in a psychogenic death.

r0wdyruff: help me, i am trapped in a haiku factory save me, before they

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 18:42:41 +1200

r0wdyruff:

help me, i am trapped

in a haiku factory

save me, before they

2.

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:42:00 +1200

He wants to show you the world.
He wants you to search for it
in him, he believes it is his to share.

But who wants to start a puzzle
When the puzzle hasn’t even decided
On the scene it wants to show;
A puzzle with missing pieces given
To different people who promised
To complete it but ended up
Making it smaller, more disjointed
And less certain of its place in the world.

Climbing Mt. Everest is a difficult, arduous journey and each...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 14:35:00 +1200

Climbing Mt. Everest is a difficult, arduous journey and each successful attempt is eclipsed with dozens of casualties and fatalities. Because of the harsh conditions, it is often impossible to recover the corpses. The bodies of some climbers have even served as guide points to people nearing the summit.

Francys Arseniev is an American climber who fell while descending with a group (that included her husband), pleaded with passerby to save her. While climbing down the side of a steep section of the mountain, her husband noticed she was missing. Knowing that he did not have enough oxygen to reach her and return to base camp, he chose to turn back to find his wife anyway. He fell to his death in the attempt to climb down and reach his dying wife. Two other climbers did successfully reach her but knew carrying her off of Mount Everest was not an option. They comforted her for a while before leaving her to die. Feeling great remorse, they returned eight years later vowing to find the body and enshrine it in an American flag (they succeeded).

After details of the disastrous climb became known, it was realized that Francys Arseniev had become the first woman from the United States to reach the summit of Mount Everest without the aid of bottled oxygen.

You tried to change didn’t you?closed your mouth moretried to be softerprettierless volatile, less...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 14:10:02 +1200

You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

Warsan Shire

In the Victorian period, books were often bound with human skin...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 14:02:22 +1200

In the Victorian period, books were often bound with human skin from ‘logical’ volunteers: medical books were bound with the skin of cadavers, and the records of condemned criminals were collected in tomes composed with their own hides.

It is commonly believed that these practices were discontinued because they were deemed inhumane. However, this method of bookbinding continues to be applied in recent times. The book, ‘El Viaje Largo’ by Teri Medina, shown above is bound in human skin. It was published in 1972.

is it a blessing

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 13:47:52 +1200

basicaquatics:

is it a blessing ?

mother letting me think i was not beautiful
mother telling me, “get some talents” because
i could not rely on my looks to get me anywhere

nobody could, she said
but especially not me, she meant

was it a blessing
that out of hating myself, i learned
how to laugh at myself to paint
sunrises to draw love to write loneliness
to read hungrily to be creative to
be bigger than myself to love miracles to
draw open doors in walls with my eyes
and learned to escape without
ever leaving the room

was it a blessing
that out of hating myself, i learned
to invest in words that saved me
that i got good at metaphors and
dancing with the alphabet that i
won gold stars for perfect spelling
tests and rows and rows of As
hallelujah at least you’re smart
and honors classes and special
mentions and pats on the backs
from teachers who meant well
who claimed to see my potential
all the while staring at my face,
ugly charred armor barricading
my true swan-faced self in

was it a blessing
i felt beautiful when i made folks
laugh. i learned all the jokes,
fearing the day they realized
the real joke was me

was it a blessing
i think of my mother glad
that i could still make beauty
out of what i lack

is it a blessing
i learned to get good at
what i loved; i learned to love
and fight for it, all because

my face was not
what we prayed for

mother, was it a blessing
i could still make beauty
out of all i lack