A Tumultuous Rambling
Now what you should know about me
1. Studying to be a psychologist, but not by hitting the books, by hitting the people with the issues.
2. I love art, and think it is a great form of expression and understanding of something.
3. I am not normal, some call me crazy, but I find it helps relating better to people, if they feel not so alone in the world
4. I am not perfect.
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Anyone else read this?

Did they not ration their food too? Making their citizens eat only what THEY wanted them to eat? No butter, no fun kind of deal.

I head saw that NY was doing this, and I don’t think that is right at all. I know they are facing obesity like a boss right now, but to ban something takes the “Free world” out of America. Why not allow your citizens to decide, and stop advertising large drinks? I understand that banning the selling of these drinks is easier, but that just means that people will spend more to get what their body is used to. Not a really smart idea.

What next, are you going to need to get 20 signatures in order to get a 2L bottle of Coke for your party to make sure that you are not drinking it alone? How about ID to tell them that you are over the age of 18 and understand what you are drinking?

When you want more money you sell more for less but you are still making a lot more. How about making LARGE soft drink sizes smaller and lower the cost. If you cared about health, you wouldn’t need that much money.

People have to learn

Last post of this blog

When you know your big is being read by people who are not following and that makes you uncomfortable, make a new blog!

I remember a time when we didn’t talk for 6 months because we didn’t share a point of view, now we are closer then ever. With time friends grow, sometimes closer, sometimes further a part.

Thanks Aaron for being there through all my spelling errors and tantrums.

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Rant, Rave, Drama

Never have I told you to drop the act and know where the line is. I don’t tell you, “your eating disorder is and act and you just need to eat a little more.” Nor did I ever tell you to change who you are and how you view the world. I have never be littled you or looked down on you. When you told me to look for answers I went online, read books, and I asked the source I knew best. I am sorry you felt singled out, but that wasn’t the case. You always say do what is healthiest, and having someone believe I am anyone but me, is not healthy for me. 

If you thought me asking why you had boundries was too far, then be it, but I never told you to change who you are and the quirks you have because it is just a freaking act. That hurt, that I will never forget and though one day I might forgive it, I highly doubt I will forget it. You post things of treating others with respect and backing off when need to, and treating everyone’s quirks with a gentleness, but you don’t. If I was anything less then what I am, who knows those words might have left a scar that made me think about all my friends and how they treat me, and what ifs, but that is not the case. 

I surround myself with people who accept me for me, when I ask a million questions and when I put people aside and ask them person questions to get a better understanding of why people work. If you thought me asking about boundries and me standing up for my friend was too far then why keep your posts on Tumblr? If I can’t ask you questions about who you are and what you do and why you do them then why try and get to know you better? 

When I am someone’s friend and I don’t understand why something is happening in their life I ask so that next time it comes up I can be there for them. As a friend I am curious as to why you do certain things, or how it is going to end up. I look at all angles and all points of view but still stick to mine. As a friend I will not give up on someone because they want it so, and I push my friends to get uncomfortable because it is a learning experience all around. You learn new things about you, I learn new things about me, and we learn things about each other. I share with you as you share with me. I open up when you open up. 

If you want to stay in that cocoon of your life because you are afraid of what might happen if you leave that, afraid of emotions or anything else, then stay there. I wont push you any further, but the only way I will stop being me around you is to back away from you as a friend, a follower, and a person you used to rely on. 

I never told you to change, I just asked why you thought a way. I never told you who you were around me was not really you but something else entirely. I never was anything I wasn’t. 

Who knows maybe you fear people lie about themselves around you because your BFF and ex did that/do that to you. Maybe it came from your family, or maybe you are used to being tip-toed around that you are not used to seeing someone be themselves around you. What ever your case is, I was not and will not be one of those people. 

I’m done helping you.

To those who I stopped following

Sorry that you lost a follower but I bet “U aint even mad”. I stopped following for the reason of why follow a person that in the time I have spent on here I haven’t taken anything away from and talked about IRL. So again I am sorry. I found we were not compatible on this web page… maybe things will change and I will come across you again and you might peek my interest again. Till then happy tumbling

Philosophy is to be studied, not for the sake of any definite answers to its questions since no definite answers can, as a rule, be known to be true, but rather for the sake of the questions themselves; because these questions enlarge our conception of what is possible, enrich our intellectual imagination and diminish the dogmatic assurance which closes the mind against speculation; but above all because, through the greatness of the universe which philosophy contemplates, the mind also is rendered great, and becomes capable of that union with the universe which constitutes its highest good.
Bertrand Russell, Problems of Philosophy (via philphys)
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I hate these pictures of people with cancer circulating with the text “If you don’t reblog this you must be a heartless person”. Did you know that one of my brothers has had cancer and that another of my brothers still has cancer? Or did you know that my mom has had a brain tumor and that at least ten other people I know and love has had or still have, cancer? I didn’t think so. Some of them are still fighting, but most of them are gone. So no, I’m not a heartless person when I scroll past a girl with cancer and no hair, I’m just done with this fucking disease. So for you to call me heartless says more about you, than it says about me.
I am fortunate that I still have my mom with me today. Unfortunately, I don’t think this will be reblogged. For even though this post is about the same disease as the posts with pictures of beautiful young girls with no hair, people are too superficial to have this on their blogs, because of the picture i chose. Not heartless, just superficial. I feel sorry for you. Because you know what? My mom is beautiful too.

fairlyoddd:

I hate these pictures of people with cancer circulating with the text “If you don’t reblog this you must be a heartless person”. Did you know that one of my brothers has had cancer and that another of my brothers still has cancer? Or did you know that my mom has had a brain tumor and that at least ten other people I know and love has had or still have, cancer? I didn’t think so. Some of them are still fighting, but most of them are gone. So no, I’m not a heartless person when I scroll past a girl with cancer and no hair, I’m just done with this fucking disease. So for you to call me heartless says more about you, than it says about me.

I am fortunate that I still have my mom with me today. Unfortunately, I don’t think this will be reblogged. For even though this post is about the same disease as the posts with pictures of beautiful young girls with no hair, people are too superficial to have this on their blogs, because of the picture i chose. Not heartless, just superficial. I feel sorry for you. Because you know what? My mom is beautiful too.

Getting on Depression pills

I feel the darkness lurking around me, as its cold hands reach for me. The cold fingertips caress my skin, close my eyes, and make me feel like it is alright, that if I let them they could show me a world without pain and hurt. They promise me that they can take the pain away and make sure I never loose anyone I love again. The darkness calls out for me, and I see it in the back of my mind. Waiting to pounce, waiting to strike at the right time, when I am weak enough and when I have stopped fighting, and yet I don’t.

How long can I keep this up, I am not to sure, but I know as long as my father is fighting his battle I will fight mine. I just think that soon would be a good idea to hop onto some pills to help me with my battle, just as he is doing with his. I can’t do this alone, and if my boyfriend and I get into another fight I don’t know what I will do.

The haunting call of the dark is still lingering there. It wants me, and I yearn for the peace it promises. I don’t want to hurt anymore. Maybe their lies are the truth and it wont be that bad. Maybe it isn’t darkness that is surrounding me but a path to a greater place. 

We shall see.