I have heard several people tell me that ADHD is not a real medical condition. Some doctors and psychiatrists even argue about whether it is a legitimate disorder or not.
ADHD stands for "attention deficit hyperactivity disorder." Some persons affected basically cannot pay attention, some persons can pay attention, but are hyperactive and cannot sit still, and finally, some are a combination of both. I am in the last category.
When I was 6 years old, my first-grade teacher noticed that I was very hyperactive and easily distracted. Sure, all kids are hyper and have a hard time focusing, but she said that I was
An Essay on Republican Capitalist Philosophy by BatmanWithBunnyEars, literature
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An Essay on Republican Capitalist Philosophy
I wrote this essay because Herman Cain's 9-9-9 plan is the most ill-conceived and potentially counterproductive economical plan I have heard in recent history. Not only that, it seems to embody everything that is wrong with the republican way of thinking. I'm going to explain my objections to this plan, and also touch on the broader issues of republican capitalist ideals.
For those of you who are unfamiliar, Cain's 9-9-9 plan is to limit income tax 9%, but introducing a 9% business transactions tax and a 9% federal sales tax. There's one crucial problem I immediately noticed, and to make it easier to see, I'l
like a man who drowns himself loves the sea by consolecadet, literature
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like a man who drowns himself loves the sea
the teeth of choice barely rubbed at you through your clothes,
while i was scratched and scratched and scratched deciding
and the scars grew roots in my brain, thick and keloid white,
patterns i can't erase
i loved you like a murderer, like a hurricane
i loved you like a man who drowns himself loves the sea
i loved you like the two-ton anvil of responsibility i thought you'd handed to me too young
as rough your skin,
as rough
as
i worried just as much for you as for all the little sheep i left behind.
I'm an asexual, deal with it. by PersonalGalaxy, literature
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I'm an asexual, deal with it.
I'm asexual.
Yes, I'm a seventh grader.
No, that doesn't mean it's just a phase.
It doesn't mean I'll grow out of.
It doesn't mean I'm just being a stupid little kid.
Asexuality doesn't mean I reproduce with myself,
nor does it mean that I'm a hermaphrodite.
It doesn't mean that I'm homosexual,
heterosexual,
or pansexual.
It doesn't mean that I hate romance,
or that I like it.
It doesn't mean that I dislike sex,
or like it, for that matter.
What being asexual can mean,
is that I don't have the drive for sex,
or I don't have the drive for romance in general.
It can also mean that I do have somewhat of a drive for sex,
but not
you cross my mind
like children's feet
patter across the street,
and in the disney waistline wrinkle
carved into the palm of my hand,
i imagine your hands
haphazardly floating into mine
nestling confusion and distortion
in the same nest as closed spaces.
our voices synthesize
synchronized heartbeats
in the resting place of growth
as we monitor only each other
in this wrestling conundrum
of this contemporary heterodox
where our affection prevails.
our connection of slendering
lingering fingers
were not made to match
and our toes were not told
that they’d curl when our hairs
melted into each others’
or that our skin
wrapping aroun
I am very sorry to have to inform everyone that Monty Oum has passed away. I am not sure what else to say, just that I'm sure everyone here is grieving.
You can read Matt's Journal here (the site is taking a of traffic so you might have to wait before reading it).
Rest in piece, Monty. We'll miss you.
Edit:
Guys this does not mean the show is over. You have to remember that RWBY (just like RVB) has its own staff of animators that work the show. Its not Monty that animates the whole thing on his own. Not to mention that Miles and Kerry are the ones in charge of the writing of the show. Monty was the Creator and the one who helped push
i will sink my teeth into a supernova
to let the stardust and
cosmos
slide down my parched throat and
wash over my intestines,
like a pebble
drowning in the sound--