May 22, 2015
What's panaesthetic?
basically you like the way all genders look
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What's panaesthetic?
basically you like the way all genders look
Kids toys kinda scare me. Like, WHY IS THIS TEAPOT SINGING? THIS ISN’T BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, YOU KNOW?!
--unknownuserrr
unknownuserrr replied to your post “My right arm is going numb…. What the actual fuck? How do people...”
Maybe it's not the right size? I don't know much about binders but when I cosplay guys I wrap my chest. If I start getting tingly in my hands it usually means the wrapping is too tight. I dunno if this really helps but thought I'd reply anyway.
I would think so except my bust is 47" and I was advised by a friend of mine that instead of getting the binder that has a max size of 47" I should get the one that starts at 48" so it would be slightly bigger and be less likely to fuck me up. But the problem is I can't feel my arm and you can still see that I have tits.
So I could either get a size smaller and eliminate my breasts but be really fucked up or keep this size and still have visible breasts and still get fucked up or I could just go to fucking Wal-Mart and buy an undershirt that would do just as much fucking good as this shitty ass binder and wouldn't fuck me up.
What the hell? I thought Underworks was supposed to be the best of the best in the way of binders....
unknownuserrr replied to your post:I honestly don’t get why some adjectives have...
I think that’s more of a western cultural thing. The 2 gender thing is also a western culture thing.
Western culture is weird. I much prefer the culture of celestial beings of pure light. They're much kinder and more understanding.
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1. I can honk like a goose.
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4. I am part Native American. Don’t know which tribe though.
5. I play “Magic: The Gathering”.
--unknownuserrr
The Knowledge in Death
It is at the moment I fell that everything becomes clear. A mesh of concepts, thoughts, laws, dimensions, and theories all melded together at once inside my brain.
They overwhelm my senses, choke my hold on my perception of reality; my brain is squeezed tightly in a painful grip of questions and answers and a freedom from time.
The fall from my bike is still going on as my head whirls with knowledge. I see everything existing in this split second which stretches on forever, in a curve of straight lines and an endless multitude of dimensions. An infinity of Earths revolving around a countless amount of Suns, explodes behind my eyes in a split second,
an hour,
a millennium,
followed by darkness as the earth both begins and ends at the same place of corners and circles and broken dreams.
And all the while I continue to see and hear and live every minute of life and death known, and unknown.
Entire episodes of sadness and joy, confusion and clarity, revulsion and lust, hatred and love; they all pass me by as the madness of kings and knowledge of fools flows around me in a river with no beginning,
a pit with no bottom,
a time without clocks,
a world made up of nothing, yet existing in the moment of everything.
I see myself leaving the house and crashing the bike and scream silently against the strings of fate as I pause to wonder whether or not I should don my helmet. I beat against the stars and fight the awareness of a growing darkness coming for me; a darkness that will grab me from my throne of knowledge and take away all that I am in this absence of time.
I know everything and nothing; I see all of history and every future. I am aware of every possibility and every failure; I am witnessing countless births and the formations of the complex songs of stars. I am watching galaxies as they exist within their own destructions.
I see lies and truths, and to me they are all the same.
I watch as the Earth is consumed by the Sun, and I counted infinities of improbabilities in thoughts as I measured life with a teaspoon.
I dream of every thought, solve every mystery, and answer every question asked since humans bound our minds with the constraints of time.
And all the while I exist on a plane, somewhere beneath god and above confusion. I am a realm beyond despair; a place in which miracles exist without conscious thought, and where light and darkness exist separately, without the need for one another.
Explosions of consciousness rock through me; they threaten to drag me back to the hospital room to experience pain and a loss of the knowledge I have yet to gain in this state. A place bound by concepts of time and rationality.
I can’t go back.
I struggle to clutch at my mind and the forms which keep me nowhere and everywhere all at once.
I can never go back.
I cannot lose the knowledge the fall has brought me. I cannot continue existence as before, for I know everything at once. I have reasons and answers; I know gods and purposes.
I have found the knowledge in Death.
And I can never give it up.
--unknownuserrr
Not to be totally disgusting or anything...
Thank god for Ben-Gay, IcyHot, Pain-a-trate, and any other muscle cream stuff.
No seriously, I mean it.
These muscle creams are my life when I’m on my period. They take away at least 50% of the pain, medicine takes away the other 50%. If you’re wondering why… Well, have you ever considered what exactly the uterus is? IT’S A FREAKING MUSCLE! And these god-blessed muscle creams help relieve the pain of muscle contractions.
Now, I wonder if they work to relieve the pain of contractions when you’re giving birth…..
--unknownuserrr
Sleep is merely an illusion of patience and relief. For life must continue once the sleeper wakes.
Aliza Cohen (unknownuserrr)