#thrill seeking

[beautifulbitch-3]

[tilbageidanmark]

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[doctoreveel]

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[writing-prompts-for-palestine]

#174

You get together with your siblings for the yearly thrill - shark cages, sky diving, and mountain climbing have been well received. You're not sure if this next endeavor will be acceptable.

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[thanatophobia-thoughts]

I’ve already talked about Nathan Pyle and I still strongly recommend him for his comics, but here is one interesting conundrum of humanity: thrill seeking while being afraid of death and/or not wanting to die.

I admit, some of my thrill-seeking desires have gone down since my thanatophobia has increased. Looking at Disney will determine how well this holds (though I don’t think they have too many death defying rides). 

I have been told, and in the past experienced, the rush that comes with such things, though. The adrenaline, the laughter, the relief at being alive. It’s such a strange thing to go chasing, but that feeling is delightful. To go up against something terrifying, and come out on the other side (even if it is, probably, safe to begin with) is truly thrilling! It makes one feel alive. 

I’m not going to expressly recommend amusement park rides, but perhaps looking for other similar things to create that feeling could be useful. For some people, the horror genre is sufficient (movies, books, video games). Virtual Reality may be another way to enjoy the experience. 

That feeling of exuberant joy at surviving is well worth experiencing. 

[animegirl6755]

Dark Gathering continues to impress!!! ~Animegirl6755

[rosy-cheeked-girl]

condensation of avoidable tragedy

let us for a moment go back to the usual deconstruction the decades-old armoire left on the sidewalk to be ruined by rain

and it will be slippery out there on my usual perch where my hand rests on the banister and the peeling black paint matches my chipping nail polish

isn’t it precarious isn’t it exhilarating living on the edge of sorts i suppose i could be some kind of tardigrade the old armoire cemented in memory mahogany

i could plunge down and hit the sidewalk now split-second scream following as i fall beside me the armoire which did not last to be my childhood closet could be my coffin instead

[foreshvdowing]

i wish the quality was a little better, but it was taken on an iphone 5c so idk what to expect.