This is how you shed the Disney image.
This looks really good.
Human Feelings as Drugs
It would be really cool to have a movie about this in a world where the government distributes these to people, and at first glance everything is fine, people with depression and antisocial disorder are being instantly treated and that’s great. But then you realize that there are groups of people abusing these drugs underground, like there will be people on happy all the time, people that use hope to delude themselves, or people that drug other people with love, and that true human emotions have been nearly wiped out. Then at the end it’s discovered that the government is using these drugs to control society and manipulate people into becoming soldiers by taking away their empathy and filling them up with trust for the government. So it ends in an uprising led by a resistance group who lead the people to realize that their humanity has been stripped and doesn’t come in a bottle.
Why aren’t you making movies omg
It was happening again.
I wanted to take it.
The dread that filled me made my entire body hurt, the thoughts racing in my head becoming frantic. I couldn’t think straight and I wanted to take it.
I stumbled to the medicine cabinet inside my bathroom, eyes filled with horrible horrible tears and blurring everything around me.
It hurt so bad.
I haven’t felt this way in decades. Not since before the first time I took it. I had forgotten how much it killed me. How much energy was drained just by my emotions. It seemed like it was more potent now.
When I stopped a few months ago, the true happiness I had felt once it wore off felt amazing. But after that I felt the rest of the emotions. I felt my anxiety entering my mind again. Fear, anger, but also stubbornness.
I realised they were using the drug against off and I wasn’t about to be part of those who don’t care.
But now that stubbornness was growing weaker.
I threw open my medicine cabinet.
I’m not sure why I kept it. I kept the green bottle. It felt wrong to throw it out somehow. So I didn’t.
I grab it and feel regret and hatred flow out of me. But also terror of the sadness that filled me.
I opened the bottle.
I held it up to my mouth, shaking and sobbing lowly.
I dropped it into the sink.
As the green liquid flowed into the drain I saw the label one more time before I fell to the ground, sobbing.
I needed to feel real emotion. I needed to get used to this pain and suffering or i would never not be hooked.
The label read Happiness.
Vietnamese photographer Thanh Ha Bui captured this incredible image in his parents’ back garden and, after spotting a line of super strong weaver ants marching across a branch, decided to test their legendary weightlifting skills. First experimenting with pieces of food and leaves, he eventually ended up with this incredible shot
I think the scariest thing about growing up is watching as everyone’s dreams and aspirations are put to the side in favor of reality
The only known video footage of Anne Frank
I can’t think of any reason why someone would not reblog this.
If this isn’t interesting/sad to you, then I don’t know what you like in life.
Can’t we hit 1,000,000 notes? This is such a rare shot, everyone should see it.
1 million wowza
This toddler just discovered she can, in fact, hug dogs. And she is fucking proud.
Abandoned 123 year old school
For sale: totally not haunted, we promise. Like we pinky swear. No wailing child ghosts. No endless walls of text about the coming of the end times appearing on chalk boards when you turn your back. No creepy singing. Totally cool.