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    Kumiko and I felt something for each other from the beginning. It was not one of those strong, impulsive feelings that can hit two people like an electric shock when they first meet, but something quieter and gentler, like two tiny lights traveling in tandem through a vast darkness and drawing imperceptibly closer to each other as they go. As our meetings grew more frequent, I felt not so much that I had met someone new as that I had chanced upon a dear old friend.
    Methamphetamine Psychosis
    lsd trip human portrait
    arafed woman sitting on a stool with a colorful top, dream medium portrait top light, olya bossak, croptop, detailed product photo, pastell colours, dappled, front portrait of a girl, pretty clothing!, tank-top, dressed in colorful silk, opal, portrait close - up, speckled, loish |, product introduction photo
    ((bright flash)) photography against an all white wall Flash photography, (35mm film photography) 1 single human female subject up close portrait acid washed tye dye disintegration
    instagram, 19yo woman in a intricately patterned sundress, (upskirt), gaspar noe, daniel clowes, highly detailed panel cuts, 3 5 °, frank quitely, fingers, centred position, by Holger Roed, descriptive, cuisine, curvy, intimate holding close, home video, tumblr, roleplay,
    illustrated image in the style of Robert McGinnis
    This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me
    a cute working girl <lora:PokimaneV4Dogu:1> with strawberry blonde hair, sitting on a bench, (expensive looking clothes: 1), pale skin, bangs, very light freckles, blush, detailed skin, pouting, innocent, petite, koi pond, trees, flowers, natural lighting, warm tones, string lights, film grain, bokeh, Porta 160 color, shot on ARRI ALEXA 65, sharp focus on subject, Fujifilm XT-3, <lora:weight_slider_v2:.66>
    a drawing of a hand holding a gun, by Bruce Timm, jacen solo, discord profile picture, powerful, post-war, without text, pictured from the shoulders up, trading card, rebel, spy, blue ink, —n 9, inevitability, --n 6, sequel trilogy 80s, harlem,
    instagram, 19yo woman in a intricately patterned sundress, (upskirt), gaspar noe, daniel clowes, highly detailed panel cuts, 3 5 °, frank quitely, fingers, centred position, by Holger Roed, descriptive, cuisine, curvy, intimate holding close, home video, tumblr, roleplay,
    I look back on my first time taking ecstasy mostly with nostalgia. It was one of the most incredible moments of my youth and I will keep the memories of that night close to my heart until senility or death take them away from me. At the same time I also view that night with a slight tinge of uneasiness because I know it led to a year and a half of excessive partying with unknown long-term consequences for my health. Since that magical night years ago, I have thought a lot about my ecstasy use and would like to share my reflections.
    a painting, by Carol Bove, beautiful gemini twins portrait, torn, half - electric striking woman, jeremy cowart, lacking in three-dimensionality, deteriorated, spiraling, dissolution
    a toy gun laying on top of a bed, bullpup, streamlined matte black armor, round-cropped, deviantar, scp, view from the side, mp7, dd, 2 0 5 0 s, —n 9
    if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.
    reoccurring episodes of psychosis that are correlated with a general misperception of reality
    How can I put this? There's a king of gap between what I think is real and what's really real. I get this feeling like some kind of little something-or-other is there, somewhere inside me... like a burglar is in the house, hiding in a wardrobe... and it comes out every once in a while and messes up whatever order or logic I've established for myself. The way a magnet can make a machine go crazy.
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