Author: Oliver Sacks
The “mind detective” is back to show us that music has more power over our minds and bodies than we ever imagined. This time, the famous neurologist is back to my personal library with a book where he collects the stories from his patients and some of the most interesting cases where he got to witness people affected by different mental and physical conditions that seemed to be treated with certain success with music.
My phone ran out of battery while I was writing, and I may or may not have lost my entire draft and 4000 words -_-
Don’t cry, they said. And he repeated it to himself like a mantra. As he woke up in the morning and stared at his bedroom wall. The paint was supposed to be white but over the years had dulled to grey, and was peeling. As he walked downstairs, avoiding his parents until he had no choice but to wish them goodbye. School was just another part of the days that blurred into one. As he climbed into bed at night. When it was dark and cold and he was alone it was the hardest.
A.A. Milne, born January 18, 1882, was a British author, known for his books about the teddy bear Winnie-the-Pooh and for various poems. Milne was a noted writer, primarily as a playwright, before the huge success of Pooh overshadowed all his previous work. Not only was H.G. Wells one of Milne’s schoolteachers as a boy, but he also played for the amateur English cricket team the Allahakbarries alongside authors J. M. Barrie and Arthur Conan Doyle.
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Someone just commented on one of my fics on wattpad and I was like “sorry not sorry bout what I wrote…” I figured a meme was in order.
If we are really made out of stars then I burnt out long ago. how much longer until my body combusts?
If the moon could be a person,
It would resemble you.
Beautiful and marvelous,
Lighting up the darkness,
Yet so cold,
It would freeze even the warmest of souls.
Do you guys write on the floor? Because I do. It allows more freedom for my thoughts. I’m not sure why. But it does.
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“Everything ends.”, you say to comfort me because the pain seems never ending. But darling, I know that everything ends. Love, pain, laughter and cries. For once, I want something to stay. For something to settle in my heart. All I want is something that lasts, just for once.
-ck.writes // (peace in forever)
I didn’t know humility
Is mistaken for
being dumb
I didn’t know that
it made you slow
If you decided to
have fun
I didn’t know
being smart
Automatically sticks
you up
I didn’t know you
became a machine
Once your feelings
you decide to cup
I didn’t know
every action
Is dented into your
being
That every decision
you decide to take
Distorts what people
are seeing
So I choose not to
think of it
And I choose not to
care
Because if I sit and
if I do
I become far too
aware
Of how I am such a
bad person
How everyone I
disregard
How truly there is
nothing soft
Hiding under my
heart’s hard
But I don’t know
if analysing
All my actions
really changes
The levels of my
good and bad
Or my heart’s
moral ranges
So I’ll sit in bed
for three hours
And just try to
figure out
What I am with the
fear inside
And who I’d be
without
- b&r
18/01/20
