stahrmie

dalloshh:

sixpenceee:

Another way to present the 9 types of intelligence as exemplified by my How Do We Measure Intelligence post.

The basic idea is that different people are good at different things. These 9 probably don’t cover the wide range of smarts we all possess, but it’s a start.

As Albert Einstein said, ”Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.”

I can’t find my type of intellligence………… #dumb

kidwithachalkboard

kidwithachalkboard:

Hey. So this is something new from me. I was really hesitant to do this but I felt like I needed to.

This is a piece that I wrote last night while having an anxiety attack. I somehow hope that this gives a relative image to something that most of us experience.

Here goes nothing…

"Count To Ten"

And I click
Like a switch
And my body starts to tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
The clock mocks
And I count to ten.

Hearing the rise and falls of
My heartbeat galloping from my chest
To my ears to my throat and
I can’t breathe.

I. Can’t. Breathe.

This fight or flight
My brain is fighting
Myself and I am losing
A battle that I should be
Destined to win.

Cotton mouth ensues
Swallowing becomes labor intensive
Forcing airs into lungs
That no longer want to function

Count to ten. Count. To. Ten.

Heat radiates from my center
Limbs flailing with heat stroke
Chest surging with electricity
Numbing my arms.

Don’t hold me I can’t feel you
Don’t chase me you can’t follow
Don’t touch me
Don’t leave me just be here.

Be. Here.

Stand in my stay because I am not present
I am chasing a demon that doesn’t exist.
Circling my brain in empty hallways
Opening doors that should have been left closed.

A skeleton key opens all of them simultaneously
And I am drowning in a flood of my thoughts
Wading in a pool of nightmares it just-

It feels easier to stop swimming.

Give in. Ride the wave. Feel the current.

I am fucking drowning
Sea foam coats my lungs
As the sand abuses my battered heart.
The undertow is my melody that rocks me to sleep.

I am drifting.

Anchor my body
Ground my soul
Clutch my chest
Push me back in.
Force me to stop

I am tired of eating up dawn
And casting wishes on falling stars
Let me sleep in peace without the
Death of a super nova being
Misplaced in the galaxy of my mind
Sucked in by my own black hole

Count to ten. Count. To. Ten

1: I can’t breathe
2: why does this keep happening
3: heart is exploding
4: mind is spinning
5: death is imminent
6: we are all going to die
7: fingers tingling
8: body’s quivering
9: almost there

10: repeat.

Repeat. Repeat… Repeat.

I just can’t fucking count to ten.

Well…I finally get it now,The Youths form the 80’s…You did so much drugs because that’s was your only way out of thoughs such as:

"Oh my God…I’m an adult now"


"WHAT?? I SAW YOU AS BABY LIKE…TWO DAYS AGO…HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT YOU’RE 11YEARS OLD NOW?"


"Wait what?…You want me to take care of myself…alone?…MOTHER, WHAT GOD AWFUL DEAMON ATE YOUR HEART??"


"So…can I pay you in kindness?"

We now a days, have Tumblr to vent out…tumblr is our “80’s get away”…

*heavy breathing*