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Ha! I can feel everything!

Oxidate me.

Many individuals are so constituted that their only thought is to obtain pleasure and shun responsibility. They would like, butterfly-like, to wing forever in a summer garden, flitting from flower to flower, and sipping honey for their sole delight. They have no feeling that any result which might flow from their action should concern them. They have no conception of the necessity of a well-organized society wherein all shall accept a certain quota of responsibility and all realize a reasonable amount of happiness. They think only of themselves because they have not yet been taught to think of society. For them pain and necessity are the great taskmasters. Laws are but the fences which circumscribe the sphere of their operations. When, after error, pain falls as a lash, they do not comprehend that their suffering is due to misbehavior.

The qualification of suffering is the primary distinction of a critical and ubiquitous denial plaguing even the most educated and successful people in our country—promoting an invisible segregation which furthers the excuse that recognizing complexity is a valid substitute for inaction.  The stimulus for these dismissive and selfish decisions can be traced to under-developed emotional intelligence—usually the inability to accurately identify and respond to the larger fluctuations in the normal emotional spectrum, instead choosing dissociative behaviors or solutions to provide explanation and a solution (even if only temporary).  These people are able to understand advanced concepts, perform highly in specialized areas, and lead normal, productive lives according to public perception—yet their morality, a psychological structure that provides a predictable network between rational impression and emotional reaction, remains undeveloped since early childhood when the first alternative strategies for coping were adopted.  The “tunnel-vision” of life that results is both depressing and frustrating to anyone who has worked hard to not fall into these traps, regardless of the stress or resultant isolation.  A better and more honest understanding of mental health will not only expose the grand scale of this epidemic, but allow the treatment to shift from enabling—telling these people it’s “not” their fault, which is the exact same strategy they’ve been following their whole life—to allowing them the opportunity to change behaviors through grit, perseverance, and practice.  Ignorance is not now, nor ever an excuse.  Academic debate is not the pinnacle of intelligent discourse, merely a way to exercise and refine one’s position towards an ideal.  When presented with a challenge, no matter how impossible, effort towards these ideals—the moral concepts that most able-minded people share, with “freedom” and “equality” towering above all else—is the ONLY honorable, respectful, and dutiful path towards real or lasting change.  Categorization is a tool to create a map—not the front line.  We are one.  We suffer together.  Fix it.

<h5>without him it’s just a yo</h5>

"Dude, is that him?"

"Nah. He doesn’t shake his tits like that."

bodies are for hookers and fat people. all I need is a stack of cash with a head strapped to the top.

What appears over the heads of the women to whom I wish to show my lust club&#8230;

What appears over the heads of the women to whom I wish to show my lust club…

(via glossyglitch)

Can’t we just skip the sex and go straight to the revenge?

goddamn it, dude, my anxiety only permits me to be witty for like five minutes max each week, and what’re the chances she’ll be around when that happens?