Six Word Story (via hefuckin)
Imagine that when you see a city’s skyline, you taste blackberries.
Perhaps you are completely convinced that Wednesdays are light red. If you have experiences like these, you might have synesthesia.
Synesthesia means joined perception.
It’s when your brain perceives one sense such as hearing at the same time with another sense like sight.
The most common form is confusing letters and objects with colors. Someone might associate a plane with a green color.
Scientists believe that it happens when there’s cross-wiring in the brain, when neurons in one sensory over cross over to another.
here are interesting cases people have submitted to me!
fun fact: i have major grapheme-colour synesthesia, mostly with numbers
like 1(but not the word one for some reason) is grass-green (like a prairie green i guess it changes sometimes) 2 is bright yellow, nine and ten are dark greys, and 31 is forest green (i have others but those were the first ones that i recognised when i was little)
as you can imagine, precalc is a trip
I HAVE THIS OMGI think I have it too
My numbers have personalities and genders god damn I’m weird
That really depressing moment where you realize he will never like you and that you can not do anything about it. You want to text him but when you do you feel annoying and there’s nothing else to do except feel empty inside.
Why bother? Don’t give everything you have to someone who gives you absolutely nothing. You shouldn’t have to be there for people who never have your back. There’s no reason to text someone back a paragraph if they only text you a word. Stop giving everybody more that they deserve from you. Don’t wait for someone who’s never going to come back, because the truth is they’ve probably already forgotten about you.
It will be two o’ clock in the morning your sitting in your bed, eyes wide open, and everyone’s asleep. All of a sudden you start to wonder why you are sad and broken in the inside. Thoughts run through your head about bad memories and unforgettable pasts. You cry a river soundlessly in your pillow so no one would know your crying. You get up from your bed, tiptoeing to your desk for a pencil and paper. You cool down and ease the sadness of your heart as you look out at the full moon, watched by leafless trees. You slouching against the wall beside your desk writing the story of your life, as a cold fall breeze rushes through your hair, as it tickles through your lonely soul…