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And why are you feeling that inside you? You ask yourself. You can be such a bitch to yourself, you know? And why wouldn't you feel sad? Why wouldn't you feel empty or hurt? Hurt. That one hit close to home, didn't it? You promised yourself you were done getting "hurt" but here you are again. Hurt. You feel like the pain will last forever, with hints of joy to make those emotional aggressions feel even more raw. But it's those moments of pure happiness you live for, and misery can sometimes even make you feel like home. Breathe, breathe, breathe and let it all flow.
There can't be anything more solid than a mountain, right? That's what they'll make you think. A rock is solid, rigid and strong. You need machines to reduce them to dust, one man alone can't do shit to it without using tools or explosives. But I beg to differ. I think some people are truthfully more solid than rocks. They have hearts big enough to carry their burdens and yours, a mind strong enough to decide to go on and keep walking through that hell, a spirit high enough that people want to bring down and a soul perpetually mending itself and healing away. Be better than a mountain. Be a person.
And now you're out under that heavy night sky again. Wishing for a delete button in your head to erase all that hurtful shit you went through. You know you don't deserve it but you also know that life isn't fair. So now you're out again. You look up to that sky and feel suddenly so aware of your mortality. You know it can all end. Do you want it to end? You feel alone in that crowd, don't ya? But being part of a whole wasn't really your thing either. What are you part of? When will you see that you carry a lifetime of dreams, splashes of hopes and bites of regret in your head? Tender breezes of love, violent waves of envy, tsunamis of lust and earthquakes of heartbreaks?
I appear to be misplaced among the multitudes, I don’t belong. I am best alone watching my three cats, they are for me pure examples of real life. I can look without fear at them.
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The panoramic view of Shushi - Armenian cultural center of Karabakh,
after the 1920 massacre and destruction
A glitch in the matrix is an experience that proves something isn’t right in the world or sometimes your brain.
Here are some creepy experiences that are supposedly true as reported by these users.
DEAD BUT NOT DEAD
by reddit user 3clipse
I knew my uncle had died.
My mom had called me and told me the news. It was very sad. She told me in the middle of work and I told one of my coworkers. He expressed his condolences on my loss.
A couple weeks later, my sister mentioned my aunt and uncle doing something. I said “but…he’s dead.” And my sister said no, he wasn’t.
I called my mom. No, he wasn’t dead.
To this day I’m still not sure how much of it my brain imagined and how much was real. Did I really talk to my coworker? Was I even on the phone with my mom at all that day?
It still freaks me out knowing that my mind could fabricate so complete and real a memory like that.
WHY DID WE TALK LIKE THAT
by reddit user WittyRepost
Several years ago I woke up in bed next to my (now ex) girlfriend and we had a conversation in fluent French. I got up and got in the shower, and as the water started running I realized, neither of us spoke French. When I got out I asked her about it. She remembered it happening but was as confused as I was. I can’t even remember what we talked about because I don’t fucking speak French. Brains are weird.
FORGOTTEN
by reddit user Joevual
My dad has epilepsy and says that he’ll experience this when he doesn’t take his meds. Sort of like a fugue state. He went to Aspen on a business trip to design a ski lodge and he forgot his meds at home. He was supposed to do a big presentation but he never showed up. His coworkers looked for him for hours until they finally found him walking down the highway in the snow, 8 miles from their hotel. Apparently he had completely forgot who he was, where he was, and why he was there. He figured if he just started walking he could piece things together and figure things out. He snapped out of it when he saw the familiar faces of his coworkers.
A DIFFERENT PATH
by reddit user A_lot_of_italics
One day I was walking to work and all of a sudden had an urge to walk a different path than usual. I work downtown in a big city. It was a strange spur of the moment urge to walk a different way that changed my life forever.
I turned into an alley I had never seen before. As I remember it, I made it about fifteen feet or so when an actual “glitch” happened. Everything in my mind scrambled. I felt like I didn’t have a body anymore, just that I was a semi-conscious entity floating through some weird dimension. All of a sudden in the array of different colors and shapes a vision came to me. It was a bunch of strange looking people that in my mind resembled businessmen in suits. They looked startled and panicked that I could see them. One of the “people” made a quick movement and everything turned to black.
When I regained normality, I was on a completely different street. It was the same street that I always use to walk to work. I felt sick, and severely disturbed/depressed.
I’ve never done any hard drugs, never experienced any hallucinations, never have had anything like this happen to me. The weird thing is, when the glitch was correcting itself and I could see those “people” watching me like a caged animal I had the feeling that I knew I was being controlled. It still bothers me very much to this day.
A SHARP BEND
by reddit user pistacchio
When I was like 10 or 11 I was going to the beach with my aunt and her friends. There were two cars of us. To get there we had to go through a very large industrial area. We didn’t know the direction, so our car was following the other. Suddenly, they did an unexpected turn and so our driver had to take a sharp bend.
In that moment we heard a very clear, loud voice inside the car saying laughing “Sharp bend, hm?!”. The driver immediately hit the brakes. We looked at each other, puzzled: we all recognized it as a voice not belonging to any of us.
In the very same time, we noticed that the other car has stopped as well. The other driver got out of the car with a scared face and shouted to us: “Did… did you hear that as well?”.
They heard the very same thing inside their car. The area around was full deserted.
THE SUICIDE DREAM
by reddit user 47attemptslater
When I was a teenager I had two really intense dreams one night. The first one was about an online friend of mine calling me to say she’d broken up with her boyfriend, and I sang a few lines of Seal’s “Don’t Cry” to her over the phone. The second dream was finding a (real life) friend dead body floating in her bathtub.
I didn’t think anything of it up until I logged online that evening and the online friend came online to tell me her boyfriend broke up with her. I immediately asked if I could call her, and she said no. I remember thinking that it meant something, like I could change it. Not long after, my phone rang, and it was Real Life friend from the dream calling me. I was completely freaked at this point, but talked to her normally… she was just talking about school and shit… up until I realized I heard a splash in the background. I asked her, “Are you in the tub?” and when she said yes I felt like my heart had stopped. I asked her, “What did you do?”. She didn’t answer me right away, and then after a very long pause she told me she’d taken an entire bottle of pills and chased it with mushrooms and vodka. She’d gotten scared waiting for it to hit her… so she called me so she’d hear someone’s voice. I hung up and called 911. By the time they got there she was unconscious, but alive. Today she’s a mom to a beautiful little girl, and she’s ok.
NO BRUISES OR SCRATCHES
by reddit user mbalsevich
Was monkeying on the hand rails of a balcony on the 4th floor of my building and fell off, as 2 of my buddies watched in horror.
I remember seeing the concrete floor approaching as I fell head first and thinking “oh fuck - I’m going to break my wrist” (Why my wrist? dunno)
Next recollection is seeing my buddies yelling, from up there, “Are you OK!? ARE YOU OK!?”.
I look up, I say: “What happened?”.
They did not see my actually hit the floor, they just ran outside and saw me already standing looking up.
Not a scratch, not a bruise, nothing hurted. I don’t remember hitting the floor, standing up, nothing. No memories exist for those 1 or 2 seconds.
None of us 3 ever understood what happened. But we all saw it and agree on what happened.
MY EYES ARE BURNING
by reddit user ClassicJenny
About 15 years ago my friends parents, Steve and Julie, were woken up at 1am to a very loud THUD that rattled the house. Worried that one of the kids had fallen out of the bunk bed Steve went downstairs to check on them but all three kids were sound asleep and safe in their beds. Julie told Steve to check the house in case of intruders so Steve checked the doors and windows before going outside to take a look.
After ten minutes of investigating the noise Steve came across nothing unusual and went back inside to go to bed. He found his wife absolutely worried sick and she demanded to know where the hell he had gone and what happened. Confused and tired Steve told her he found nothing and tried to calm her down before Julie pointed out that it was now 4am and that he had been missing for 3 hours. Julie had even gone outside to check on him and he was nowhere to be found and didn’t respond to her calling his name. Unable to figure out what happened they returned to bed and slept until Steve had to get up for work in a few hours.
Steve owns a painting business and a couple hours after working on a house he noticed his eyes started to feel itchy, then his eyes started to burn, then after a couple hours his eyes burned so badly that he was holding his eyelids open as to not blink because it felt like his lids were sandpaper against his eyes. His employees rushed him to the hospital and Steve was treated for second degree flash burns on his eyes. He was told his burns were equivalent to staring at a welders torch without eye protection for an extended period of time. His eyes were treated and he was lucky to have his vision fully restored.
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So that’s all I got for now. You can view the full thread here
So do any of you have experiences like this? A glitch in the system experience?
Make a post and tag “sixpenceee”! I would love to read them and will be reblogging the ones that really make me go “woah”
the zodiac signs as phobias
Aries: Thaasophobia- fear of being idle/bored
Taurus: Neophobia- fear of change/the unexpected
Gemini: Ambiguphobia- fear of not being heard/understood
Cancer: Agoraphobia- fear of not being in a safe place
Leo: Athazagoraphobia- fear of being forgotten
Virgo: Atelophobia- fear of not being good enough
Libra: Monophobia- fear of being completely alone
Scorpio: Catagelophobia- fear of being humiliated
Sagittarius: Cleisiophobia- fear of being locked in confined spaces
Capricorn: Atyzchiphobia- fear of failure
Aquarius: Philophobia- fear of falling in love
Pisces: Panthophobia- fear of suffering
there’s something very satisfying about buying office supplies but I’m not quite sure how to explain that feeling
the illusion of productivity
that’s it that’s the feeling
Okay! My friend accused me of being a mother duck (and that I spend way too much time at the school theater) Like an idiot I told her to prove it. She had me empty my bag and i was made to promise to show tumblr.
We got school books and such. This is normal. Cool.
Headphones, phone charger, and portable phone charger. You know what? I am electronically prepared.
Emergency stuff. This is normal. These are normal things…
Well… I have an excessive amount of fidget/stim toys. Things to do… I use them when I need them and give them to any friends that are anxious or bothering me.
Sometimes people have food. I have food. Granted I’m usually feeding others my food. That is not helping my point, but food is normal for a backpack! Sorta…
OKAY. I’M NOT HAVING ANY OF MY FRIENDS GET PREGNANT OR GET SOMEONE PREGNANT OR NOT PRACTICE SAFE SEX. I’M IN HIGHSCHOOL. THIS HAPPENS.
And then… Okay, deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste, band-aids, antibiotic ointment, chapstick, Excedrin, pads.(My First said kit is MIA) I am a male and I only carry the pads for my female friends who may need them… and most of the other stuff for others….
Am I really a mother duck?
Yes. Yes, I am.
That’s so cute that you carry that stuff for your friends. You’re a really good friend.
what i literally do not understand ,
is why its ok
to insult your fucking child, and then expect them to respect you, as if you treated them like they fucking deserve to be
like no im not going to fucking admire you as a parent if you make me feel like shit
you’re supposed to bring your kids self esteem up not shatter it
I’ve seen this photograph very frequently on tumblr and Facebook, always with the simple caption, “Ghost Heart”. What exactly is a ghost heart?
More than 3,200 people are on the waiting list for a heart transplant in the United States. Some won’t survive the wait. Last year, 340 died before a new heart was found. The solution: Take a pig heart, soak it in an ingredient commonly found in shampoo and wash away the cells until you’re left with a protein scaffold that is to a heart what two-by-four framing is to a house. Then inject that ghost heart, as it’s called, with hundreds of millions of blood or bone-marrow stem cells from a person who needs a heart transplant, place it in a bioreactor - a box with artificial lungs and tubes that pump oxygen and blood into it - and wait as the ghost heart begins to mature into a new, beating human heart. Doris Taylor, director of regenerative medicine research at the Texas Heart Institute at St. Luke’s Episcopal Hospital in Houston, has been working on this– first using rat hearts, then pig hearts and human hearts - for years. The process is called decellularization and it is a tissue engineering technique designed to strip out the cells from a donor organ, leaving nothing but connective tissue that used to hold the cells in place. This scaffold of connective tissue - called a “ghost organ” for its pale and almost translucent appearance - can then be reseeded with a patient’s own cells, with the goal of regenerating an organ that can be transplanted into the patient without fear of tissue rejection. This ghost heart is ready to be injected with a transplant recipient’s stem cells so a new heart - one that won’t be rejected - can be grown. (Source)
THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL. MAN I LOVE SCIENCE. SO MUCH.
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Promoting men’s body positivity. We all don’t have chiseled abs.
I appreciate this post. For many reasons.
been waiting for a post like this!
Body positivity for everyone is important! Please don’t change the pictures and turn this into a joke.
thank you! im tired of people saying that only women and girls need more body positivity
chubby dudes are the cutest less muscles more squishy lil bellies.
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