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prayer scene, trembling amplified for feels

thnx and credit to op @judgehangman​ for all the tears caused.

“happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being, it’s in just saying it.”

“cas, i need to say something.”

Idris Khan

British, b. 1978

The Untroubled Mind, 2012

ink on gesso on aluminium 237.8 x 200 cm. | 93 ½ x 78¾ in.

[img id- pink octupus animation that has blue evie eyes and moves its tentacles rollingly in purple ocean - end id]

octupi r v nice. 

in continuation to this article, David Nichols, who pioneered studies of MDMA for therapy, wonders how ecstasy might help untangle the fear circuitry in octopuses: “Connecting the dots in the octopus may lead to scientists being able to connect the dots, so to speak, in other species, including man,” Dr. David Nichols has said.Though just beginning, Dr. Dölen is my rockhard and rightly believes that we need to be taking full advantage of these compounds to see what they’re doing to the brain.She stated that when the octopuses came down from their serotonin highs, they acted completely normal — for an octopus.

time for a diversion from the drugs are evil narrative isn’t it? They are dangerous because they were given to people who’d like them being dangerous and promoted them so, they should be used differently is all. Water would be dangerous if we tried to breath it, wouldn’t it? Octopuses are indeed cute. And we must learn from all cute evies.

[img id- newspaper article titled “On ecstasy, octopuses reach out for a hug”, article content: Octopuses are smart. They open jars, steal fish and high-five each other.Though interactive, they’re generally asocial, and temperamental, with unique behavior patterns, like those shown by Otto, who caused blackouts at a German aquarium and Inky, who famously escaped a tank in New Zealand. They learn through experience and observation, forming lasting memories with brain-like bundles of hundreds of millions of neurons in each arm and a centralized bundle in the middle.A desire to understand the evolutionary underpinnings of this brain power led scientists to give octopuses ecstasy. Yes, ecstasy — molly, E, MDMA, the party drug, which in humans reduces fear and inhibition, induces feelings of empathy, distorts time and helps people dance to electronic music all night.And under the influence of MDMA, the researchers report in a paper published Thursday in Current Biology, asocial octopuses seemed to become more social.“Even though octopuses look like they come from outer space, they’re actually not that different from us,” said Gül Dölen, a neuroscientist at Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine who led the study with Eric Edsinger, an octopus researcher at Marine Biological Laboratory in Woods Hole.They also found that humans and octopuses share parts of an ancient messaging system involved in social behaviors, one enhanced by the presence of MDMA in both animals. These shared lineages may have been conserved to reduce fear and enable social behaviors. And although preliminary, the authors think octopuses present a promising model for studying MDMA’s effects on the human brain, treating PTSD and better understanding how the brain evolved to conjure social behaviors.[Like the Science Times page on Facebook. | Sign up for the Science Times newsletter.]MDMA helps release, among other chemicals, serotonin. That ancient molecule is involved in regulating mood and social behaviors in invertebrates like locusts as well as vertebrates, like fish, dogs and humans.Smarter Living: The best advice from The Times on living a better, smarter, more fulfilling life.For Dr. Dölen, who is interested in evolution of social behavior, the octopus offered an interesting test of MDMA and serotonin, because it is separated by 500 million years of evolution from humans, but also has complex behavior.Octopuses suspend their aggression for a few minutes to mate, perhaps accessing an otherwise switched-off neural signaling system — potentially similar to the one that helps humans behave socially, she reasoned. And any similarities in octopus and human genetic code related to this system could help her understand how the brain — down to its tiniest bits — evolved to govern social behaviors.Like a wedge in Pac-Man’s mouth, MDMA fits inside a protein that moves serotonin in and out of neurons. The drug eventually causes a flood of serotonin between synapses, increasing its signals. When the researchers compared the genome of the California two-spot octopus (Octopus bimaculoides) to those of other animals, they discovered humans and octopuses could both make this protein, and it was nearly 100 percent similar at that special Pac-Man spot.But would that protein on ecstasy also make octopuses social?They put the octopuses in the center of a three-chambered tank where they could explore a Star Wars figurine on one side or another octopus on the other (it was contained beneath an overturned orchid pot with holes, in case the MDMA hadn’t worked and violence ensued).Undosed, octopuses of either sex spent more time with the toy than the other octopus (if it was a male; they seemed less concerned when it was female).But after soaking in low-dose MDMA-laced baths, the octopuses seemed to relax. They spent more time with the male octopuses on the other side of the tank.They also hugged the pot with several arms, showing off their ventral ends, or mouths, almost like how the Larger Pacific Striped Octopus, the only known social octopus species, mates beak to beak in an eight-armed hug.Though they tested only a few octopuses and MDMA likely acts on more molecules than serotonin, Charles Nichols, a pharmacologist at the Louisiana State University School of Medicine, was impressed: “I’ve been giving psychedelics to fruit flies for years in my lab, but had yet to have seen one given to an octopus.”- end id]

writings on the wall

time heals all wounds but so much time is too much time how long will you take? we are mortals after all

in the darkness of my mind I'm unraveling

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

This glow on your face,

it's the fault of my eyes...

...they don't move away from it.

What should I do?

It hurts like a pressed nerve,

grows like a disease...

...captures the heart and mind.

What should I do?

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

The heart says something

but does something else.

And it doesn't understand

any amount of pressure I put on it.

You owned my thoughts back then,

but now my heart is your slave.

Since the moment the heart became

your slave, it describes the soul.

Says, (the soul) keeps flying,

and salutes young love.

Then why does this pain keeps coming up...

...heart wants to go far...

...like a poison it starts to suffocate,

what should I do?

Sometimes it feels like

giving everything I own...

...sometimes I feel like giving up

the friend himself...

...to all these questions of the heart,

what answers do I give?

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

“Take Me To Church” by Azra T.

sam would say-”i’m not gonna have it”

boop.

Space Between Atoms Matter is a veil. It has to be, for what else would the space between atoms be? When I was young I wanted to lift the veil, To crawl beneath it and close it, Watch from behind. I wanted to be a ghost.

[ img id- animation of a  bedsheet ghost made from circles and sin waves - end id]

the ghost of destiel canon

rain. i lyk rain.

cause im a pebble,  I grew up in the remains of a swamp, the rain always feels like home to me.

Swaddled and sleeved in water, I dive to the rocky bottom and rise as the first drops of sky find the ocean. The waters above meet the waters below, the sweet and the salt, and I’m swimming back to the beginning. The forecasts were wrong. Half the sky is dark but it keeps changing. Half the stories I used to believe are false. Thank God I’ve got the good sense at last not to come in out of the rain. The waves open to take in the rain, and sunlight falls from the clouds onto the face of the deep as it did on the first day before the dividing began.