/tripfriend/ banners thread~
hi neat and nice people~ let's make some neat banners together for our board!
>Banners must not exceed 500KB
>Only the following filetypes are permissable: jpeg, jpg, png, gif
>Banners must be exactly 300px wide and 100px high.
owh, it's taking me more than 20 minutes to make a banner right now so I wont have a banner in the op, sorry!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year's!!!
For one of my many, precious treasured memories. Though I have no right to mourn something I did everything in my power to destroy.
I hope you all to know, that in the end, while you were all able to move on with your beautiful lives, I have been rooting for you all. Always.
P7N
Texts, literature, fiction and non-fiction to support or even choose a life without women, bad for the world, bad for man.
Textos, literatura, ficción y no ficción para soportar o incluso elegir una vida sin mujeres, mal del mundo, mal para el hombre.
proyectonegativo@gmail.com (WRITE FOR FURTHER INFORMATION)
can we talk about this??
THEY HAVE DECIDED. THERE IS NO "BACK TO NORMAL"
https://www.bitchute.com/video/jXfmhulYzIAs/
https://www.bitchute.com/video/xsU0CnjwToAf/
can we talk about this?? this is about all countries !
Conquering My Anxiety
What Im learning from, heavy drug abuse, which is irony at its finest; is that anxiety is really just a thinking pattern like anything else.
I noticed that, at first, I was freaking out over something that felt like it was reality. But I had convinced myself that it was reality. That I should freak out, and make a mountain out of a mole hill. For no reason. Didnt matter what was really going on.
Its really a trick of assessing reality. Which, again, is so ironic coming from me. and what I love about this even more is how much I love irony I know that I go on and on about how reality isnt real, and its our own subjective perspective, etc. But within the realm of PERCEIVED reality, what we define as, "real" around us, and things we give meaning to. Its a matter of assessing such things: what's really real within the perceived reality (strictly referring to black and white, concrete, factual reality as its perceived) and what is a delusion brought on by pure negativity that alters your subjective reality? Its a simple matter of this that I've learned recently.
I went from feeling like I'd die and calling EMT, despite them saying Im completely 100% healthy by mere social interaction and checking my pulse. What had happened is that I let the negativity fester and alter my subjective reality, and it ripped me away from the perceived reality. Ergo there is cognitive dissonance as to what is real and what is false. Again, I reiterate that everything within the perceived reality is a falsehood in of itself. But its what grounds us to a sense of reality, which we can refer to when our subjective reality is displeasing us. But I digress.
What happened is that I lost a grip on what's black and white (I was a bit dehydrated, experiencing common/normal side effects of the drug I took, was in no real danger of death as no such symptoms manifested themselves in any way, shape, or form). This being said, I let go of the perceived reality that we anchor ourselves to as a point of reference; and allowed myself to spiral downward in my worry over . . . absolutely nothing.
The mind is a very powerful thing. Its our entire world within a mass of tissue, blood, nerves, synapses, etc. Its powerful enough to give us consciousness, which, obviously, projects the perceived reality around us; Shrouded in a hue of our subjective reality all at the same time.
Anyway, this brings me to my next point of psychosomatic reactions.
>Psychosomatic: "Of or relating to a disorder having physical symptoms but originating from mental or emotional causes."
A prime example of this is phantom limb syndrome. Victims will have an entire body part severed from them. For example, an arm. But the victim will claim that they feel very, very real pain in their phantom limb; Despite it not existing any longer.
How does this happen? Well, in-depth scientific explanation aside; It brings us back to how we allow ourselves to lose touch of the perceived reality. Again, this acts as a point of reference. If you lose touch of it, your subjective reality takes full control. This can go many ways though. Ranging from dark depression to full blown mania, but more notably; the source of your anxiety!
Anxiety is really just a pattern of thinking. Nothing more, nothing less. Its losing touch of what anchors you to reality. Allowing your hue of the perceived reality become more than just a personal touch. Without the black and white, grounded, perceived reality; The colors you once knew and loved . . . pale. Without the black and white to compare the color to, what good is the color anymore? Its a necessary balance. Without any black and white, there is no color.
Without either, you feel dead inside. Everything is confusing, nothing is understanding. At this point you are completely and utterly blinded by despair of your own creation. You can no longer decide what is real, and what is a product of your illness.
In closing, we go back to good ol irony!
The perceived reality of the situation, at that point, is that everything inside and around you are a product of your illness.
Some say Love
>Some say love, it is a river,
>That drowns, the tender reed.
>Some say love, it is a razor,
>that leaves, your soul to bleed.
>Some say love, it is a hunger,
>An endless aching need.
>I say love, it is a flower,
>And you it's only seed.
>It's the heart, afraid of breaking,
>That never, learns to dance.
>It's the dream, afraid of waking,
>That never, takes the chance.
>It's the one, who won't be taken,
>Who cannot, seem to give.
>And the soul, afraid of dying,
>That never, learns to live.
>When the night, has been too lonely,
>And the road, has been too long.
>And you feel, that love is only,
>for the lucky, and the strong.
>Just remember, in the winter,
>Far beneath, the bitter snow,
>Lies a seed, that with the sun's love,
>In spring, becomes the rose…
>This thing called love I just can't handle it
>This thing called love I must get round to it
>I aint ready
>Crazy little thing called love
>This (this thing) called love
>(called love)
>It cries (like a baby)
>In a cradle all night
>It swings (woo woo)
>It jives (woo woo)
>It shakes all over like a jelly fish,
>I kinda like it
>Crazy little thing called love
Love is in the air
>Love is in the air everywhere I look around
>Love is in the air every sight and every sound
>Love is in the air, in the whisper of the tree
>Love is in the air in the thunder of the sea
>Love is in the air, in the rising of the sun
>Love is in the air, when the day is nearly done
>Love is in the air
>Love is in the air
>Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh
It is time for war
Good evening, /tripfriend/s. As I understand it, the majority of this board comes from the Love thread that previously inhabited /b/. I am from the Pony /b/read. As you are well aware, our home has been attacked, and we are being banned left and right on /b/. It is my recommendation that we join forces spamming threads left and right until Dysnomia is forced to relent, or we have exhausted every proxy available.
Game thread
Alrighty. So basically, it's like a choose your own adventure, I think?
You go, read a little bit of text and make a decision as to which reference to turn to next. So, you guys make a decision and I'll post the next reference is how it goes.
You get to play a hero sent to retrieve a powerful artifact. In this book, you only get to travel from the Cantopani gate (south west) to the city of Kharé, where the book ends.
We need to keep track of three stats (stamina, skill and luck), gold, provisions and also a bit of inventory. I can manage that for you guys and post the char/inventory every now and then (especially if you need to make a decision, or when you pick up a new item).
