The sealing of the skull happens when we are fully grown [between 18 and 21]. Before that, the skull is in separate plates and there is some give. Think of the brain as a pudding: it can expand and pulsate, but once the skull has completely sealed round it, it can no longer do that. The pulsation is suppressed and the blood passes through without pulsating. And this is why all of us want to get high. We want to get back to that youthful state of being where we have more spontaneity and more creativity and more life. This is what we miss. It's paradise lost.
https://www.vice.com/en_uk/read/meet-the-man-who-drilled-a-hole-in-his-own-skull-to-stay-high-forever
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I wrote about myself and my life, in the confessional, navel-gazey way that’s led to the 2015 connotation of the word. To LiveJournal: to write messily about your feelings.
Many of us moved to Tumblr, where there was no comment function, and our personal posts became rarer and rarer and—in my case, anyway—eventually stopped.
I just feel like I see these lives I imagined for myself all over the place sometimes, walking around, being real.
http://the-toast.net/2015/04/01/in-celebration-old-school-livejournal/
nobody just talks/tweets about their day anymore because facebook hides it as boring content not worth putting ads against.
https://medium.com/swlh/i-quit-liking-things-on-facebook-for-two-weeks-heres-how-it-changed-my-view-of-humanity-29b5102abace
I took the time to tell people what I thought and felt, to acknowledge friend’s lives, to share both joys and pains with other human beings.
It turns out that there is more humanity and love in words than there are in the use of the Like.
https://www.vice.com/en_uk/read/meet-the-man-who-drilled-a-hole-in-his-own-skull-to-stay-high-forever
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I wrote about myself and my life, in the confessional, navel-gazey way that’s led to the 2015 connotation of the word. To LiveJournal: to write messily about your feelings.
Many of us moved to Tumblr, where there was no comment function, and our personal posts became rarer and rarer and—in my case, anyway—eventually stopped.
I just feel like I see these lives I imagined for myself all over the place sometimes, walking around, being real.
http://the-toast.net/2015/04/01/in-celebration-old-school-livejournal/
nobody just talks/tweets about their day anymore because facebook hides it as boring content not worth putting ads against.
https://medium.com/swlh/i-quit-liking-things-on-facebook-for-two-weeks-heres-how-it-changed-my-view-of-humanity-29b5102abace
I took the time to tell people what I thought and felt, to acknowledge friend’s lives, to share both joys and pains with other human beings.
It turns out that there is more humanity and love in words than there are in the use of the Like.
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nostalgic♬: Placebo - Too Many Friends
I've got a lot over here without you...
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