| >> | No.39162124 "I am my own parasite I don't need a host to live We feed off of each other We can share our endorphins
Doll steak! Test Meat!
Look on the bright side, suicide Lost eyesight I'm on your side Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing Lack of iron and/or sleeping
I own my own pet virus I get to pet and name her Her milk is my shit My shit is her milk
Test meat! Doll steak!
Look on the bright side, suicide Lost eyesight I'm on your side Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing Lack of iron and/or sleeping
Doll steak! Test meat!
Look on the bright side, suicide Lost eyesight I'm on your side Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing Lack of iron and/or sleeping
Protector of the kennel Ecto-plasma, Ecto-skeletal Obituary birthday Your scent is still here in my place of recovery!" Get edgy bitches. |
| >> | No.39166420 >>39166252
There's no good answer for any of these things, and it's because we are animals, not minds. Sure, sex and drugs feel good, but why do they feel good? How do they feel good? Orgasms are nice, but it's not the reason I have sex, not at all. I have sex for the entire sensory experience, the sounds, the touch, the tastes. For the non-verbal communication, for the emotions. Because it's an improvised dance.
Our basest desires are the purest parts of us I think, the least rational. It's something that written language can only capture the shadow of. |
| >> | No.39167019 >>39166842
Oh, but >It's sort of a beautiful thought, but I don't think that's what most people think when they cut.
I think it is, in a way. I mean, I don't consciously think anything, but it's just the actual lived physical experience of being a person. A physical being with blood pumping through me.
A lot of depression and modern society makes me feel like I'm this mind, like my thoughts and speech are me, and my emotions and body are just a vehicle along for the ride. Which couldn't be more false, and it makes me feel terrible. Like I'm dead, or numb. I want to be an animal, to appreciate the physical world.
Yeah so it's not usually so optimistic, it's more like running away from depersonalization than embracing the beauty of the physical. But for me anyways that's the general idea. |