I have decided that stoned yoga turns me on so fucking much. the way you tense and harden your muscles for extended periods of time and then let it all release. I was like half a second away from orgasming after reclining bound angular. that’s what I’m talking about.
beyond belief with my anthropology homework. I know what I want to say but my brain refuses to articulate it into any type of coherent logic. I am essentially answering the question: Is religion an evolutionary advantage? Did environmental conditions provide selective pressures that produced religious adaptations across evolutionary time?
Answer me that, folks.
For now I am going to do some yoga/meditation and smoke a goddamn bowl. That will put me in the right state of mind.
"Curing" gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people? Yep, there’s an app for that — unless we can convince Apple to get rid of it.
A controversy is erupting around a new application for the iPhone that claims gay people can be “cured,” and that gay kids should be put through therapy to “fix” their sexual orientation.
Believe it or not, Apple is providing Exodus International — an organization that promotes “conversion therapy” to try to brainwash gay people into turning straight — a platform on iTunes for their homophobic iPhone app. This, despite the fact that Exodus believes that LGBT people should be confronted with “spiritual warfare,” and that “freedom from homosexuality” should be a societal goal.
want to know what sucks? When the person I am sharing a room with (ahem. APRIL) sets an alarm for 5 fucking 30 when we do not have to leave till 8:30. I am the type of person that cannot go back to sleep once I am woken up. It is now 6:30 and she’s still sleeping. My alarm was set for 8. GODDAMMIT.
want to know what doesn’t suck? I’ll be inside Hogwarts in two hours. FUCK YEAH.
The way you looked at me stirred something ancient within. It rose inside me like a massasauga serpent made of smoke, undulating back and forth, slinking its way through my bloodstream and exhaled out the mouth. There you lie, coiled in front of me, rattling hypnotically.
I have known you. Except not in this form, in this life. How do I explain this to you? Your eyes and face and hands are not familiar but the energy you exude is something I have intimately experienced before. The thought of approaching you is intimidating; as if we separated at the end of all things and swam our way onto the same planet again. A coincidence that we were told was highly unlikely. Impossible, even. But here we are. I almost want to excitedly approach you and ask what you remember. Though, for the moment, I will remain content with being charmed by your thumping rhythm.
We’re studying the Popol Vuh (creation story of the Maya) and watched an animated film depicting the story. It is a bit dry (the film, that is), but still worth it. The animation was made directly from the drawings on classic Mayan pottery. It was definitely interesting but after viewing it, I had some thoughts and questions about the ballgame. I stumbled upon this website; it’s kind of a cool interactive thing if any of you are intrigued.
For many reasons. To begin with, I want to study (many things) but mainly marine mammalogy and some universities/institutions have caught my eye there. Most importantly, I fell in love with the land. My spirituality lies in the trees, the ocean, the mountains. I have to go; it would kill any passion within me not to-the fire in my heart would cease.