toribeth:

Death (PHIL 176)

There is one thing I can be sure of: I am going to die. But what am I to make of that fact? This course will examine a number of issues that arise once we begin to reflect on our mortality. The possibility that death may not actually be the end is considered. Are we, in some sense, immortal? Would immortality be desirable? Also a clearer notion of what it is to die is examined. What does it mean to say that a person has died? What kind of fact is that? And, finally, different attitudes to death are evaluated. Is death an evil? How? Why? Is suicide morally permissible? Is it rational? How should the knowledge that I am going to die affect the way I live my life?

I wanna take this class.

where i won’t make reblogs and it’ll solely chronicle the 20th year of my life. so far there’s only one post, but i think it’ll be interesting, so please follow me and be a part of my twentieth year? onetwentieth.tumblr.com

“Andrea, on the off chance that you check your facebook, I’m sorry I couldn’t fix your phone without causing it harm, if you are able to get it working, I would be ecstatic if you were to text me at any point during the day. On that note, love, I don’t quite remember exactly how I expressed my feelings on your ‘id’ so to speak. I am flabbergasted, enthralled, and completely out of my element in regards to the independence that you so blatantly display throughout our splendiferous interactions. I am in no way offended, off put, driven away or disenchanted and I want to make that completely clear
Andi, the fact that you don’t depend on people around you is completely alien to me, and I could not be more fascinated with you. Please forgive me because I know it bothers you, but Andrea I love watching you move, I cannot help but almost stare when you are wrapped up in emotion, be it frustration (which fascinated me), elation, or contentment.
Someone once told me that it looks like my every move is scripted. I appreciated it, but never understood what she meant, until I spent an extended amount of time with you… To me, your life is a ballet and only you can hear the orchestra. Your every move is so graceful that you seem choreographed, I love to watch you move darling.
As a closing point I would like to reveal that since you and I have been spending time together, I have begun to completely ignore certain, personal idiosyncratic habits or routines, ill explain more in person because it would be more comfortable for me.
In conclusion: this is real, I never just talk, I am enthralled with you, stop telling me I’m on crack :b
Goodnight love.”

blackcathacker:

1. ‘Lord of the Flies’: Social Identity Theory

The Robbers Cave Experiment is a classic social psychology experiment conducted with two groups of 11-year old boys at a state park in Oklahoma, and demonstrates just how easily an exclusive group identity is adopted and…

dat-sick:

Cool Blue (by * Daniel *)

evocative-eloquence:

grapefruitsrise:

“I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, ‘I’m going to pee…’; hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking, talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes, the laughter out of nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together; comparing past loves at 3a.m.; being told you snore, hearing her snore; mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes divorce, but always carrying on, always seeing it through; reading a newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park picnics, even jails; her dull friends, your dull friends; your drinking, her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on the side, and her doing the same; sleeping together…. There were no judgements to be made, yet out of necessity one had to select. Beyond good and evil was all right in theory, but to go on living one had to select: some were kinder than others, some were simply more interested in you, and sometimes the outwardly beautiful and inwardly cold were necessary, just for bloody, shitty kicks, like a bloody, shitty movie. The kinder ones fucked better, really, and after you were around them a while they seemed beautiful because they were.”

Charles Bukowski

And I only have a few comments to make. Things that are NOT synonyms:

“technically skilled” and “talented” “Aggressively attention seeking” and “expressive” “Loud” and “beautiful”