a romantic comedy about a north korean dictator and a south korean popstar called ‘seoul mates’
This is why they want to attack us
Rainbow Ombre at work today
Uh oh…..CHRISTINEEEEEEE NEW PROJECT!
Gateway of the Mind
In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God. They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought. An elderly man who claimed to have “nothing left to live for” was the only test subject to volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed. Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts.
Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear. After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to the man’s concerns.
Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him, and even more, he could communicate back. The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scientists. He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spouses and parents would have known. At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study.
After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone. He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response. He begged the scientists for sedatives, so he could escape the voices by sleeping. This tactic worked for three days, until he started having severe night terrors. The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in his dreams.
Only a day later, the subject began to scream and claw at his non-functional eyes, hoping to sense something in the physical world. The hysterical subject now said the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile, speaking of hell and the end of the world. At one point, he yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours straight. He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God.
After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences. Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm. The scientists rushed into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himself. After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and screaming. He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across his face. For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with a scientist for the first time in the study. He whispered “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and his vital signs stopped. There was no apparent cause of death.
Could read this a million times over
that is the most amazing and interesting thing I have ever read
So this is the best gibberish ever I don’t who the fuck you are.
OMG TEHY MUST BE BRONYZ
THIS MUST B A INSTITUTE FOR PONY STUDIES
PLZ DONAET MONAYS SO I CAN TAKE A COURSE HERE
I WILL DRAW UR PONNY HAVEING SEX WITH ANYONE YOU WANT, ONLY $100 A PIC
MABEY WHEN I HAV MY DEGREE IN PONY STUDIES I CAN GO ON TO DO POSTGRAD RESERCH ON THE PORTAL TO EQUESTRIA COZ THIS MUST BE THE PLACE WHERE THERE DOING THAT STUFF
if lady gaga doesn’t dress like this for her first public appearance after her hip surgery i swear
this is probably the only sex gif i will every reblog, because for some reason i feel like it’s more than just sex. i don’t know if it’s how they’re actually looking at one another or the way they can’t get close enough. he’s actually looking at her like a person and not just a sex object.
but then again, it could be all in my head. i mean, this is how i would want it to be. but that’s just me.
The way his hand goes down her body… Omg
I agree this is really beautiful and way more than just sex
Every time I see this, I need to reblog it.
First, go grab some headphones. The best ones you’ve got. If the best ones you’ve got are these suckers (or something similar), you should really go buy new ones, but use the best you’ve got for right now.
Take a break from whatever you’re doing for 2 minutes and listen, but just listen to the whole thing, even if you have to multi-task.
Headphones on? Okay. Good.
Now, press play.
“Upular (3D Audio Version)” - Pogo
THE MUSIC IS MOVING IN MY HEAD
I want to follow the music…
But it’s in my head… wow.
I will never not reblog this.
am I the only one who tilted my head to the music?
why the fuck does my brain tickles…
I CANT STOP SMILING
I actually really like the song but
IT’S LIKE A MERRY GO ROUND IN MY HEAD ASDFGHJKL
I was like getting up and moving in the direction of the music omfg
You’re too far away.
This perpetual ache for a cock isn’t just an ache for a cock anymore. It’s an ache for yours. When I throb, I throb for you. When I moan and bite my lip, I wish you were here to see it. When my nipples harden and I tease them with my fingers, or grab my tits and squeeze, I wish they were your hands. Your rough hands on my soft, supple skin. My sweaty body rolls against empty sheets, and I feel the absence of your body to weigh me down. I don’t think you know how much I need you to weigh me down.
And when I cum thinking about you, I cum hard. It makes me loud and expressive, makes me shake. It makes all my mental images of you blur into one, just one image of your cock inside me and your hand on my throat and your teeth sinking into my shoulder, and your deep voice in my ear, calling me your disgraceful little slut.
And when I cry after I cum, I need you there to hold me.