vicemag:

Dumbledore skillfully demonstrating—to no one, alone in his room, suffering from insomnia—the extremely difficult, polycognitive, 2-wand/3-function technique for “small-object levitation” that he developed over 40 years ago and has since honed to virtuosic levels, privately and with immense shame, as the technique’s only known purpose is for [what he’s doing now], which occurs with such consistently surprising frequency that Dumbledore “can’t help but feel amused” whenever it happens again, despite his embarrassment and earnest disapproval of its seemingly unending recurrence (though usually he realizes “it has happened again” only after he’s ingested an amount of pills and is chemically inclined to feel amused about it): levitating pills [toward him], [away from him], [in place] for as long as 50 minutes while struggling in a neurotic and despairing manner to “calculate” the optimal combination of pills he should ingest to guarantee a satisfactory night’s sleep, maintain a relatively low tolerance for at least one class of drug, and appear functional to others the next day—an especially difficult decision tonight because Dumbledore is additionally trying to “factor in” that he keeps feeling like he “has to” pee (has gone to the bathroom six times in the past hour, each time “trickling” zero to five drops into the toilet) and that, in a horribly devastating* error, he ingested one of the three** Adderall that he initially levitated [toward him] thinking they were “orange Valium,” a nonexistent “hybrid pill” that he daydreamed about a few days ago while staring with 80% unfocused eyes at someone’s ear at a Quidditch match.
*Dumbledore has a low Adderall tolerance and likely won’t sleep at all tonight even if he ingests everything currently levitated that isn’t Adderall
**Dumbledore is currently levitating the remaining two Adderall [away from him] with an incredibly applied quality of controlled acceleration (the Adderall will decelerate beautifully, one can tell, as they near the dresser) that is truly virtuosic, having channeled most of his anger/frustration not into “curse words” or “hitting things,” like many of his peers, he feels, but “wand control”—something he learned to do as a small child and has always felt to be the principle factor in his success in life, not “talent” or “chance” or even “hard work”
TAO LIN
http://heheheheheheheeheheheehehe.com/
Previously: Extreme close-up of a 30mg Adderall

vicemag:

Dumbledore skillfully demonstrating—to no one, alone in his room, suffering from insomnia—the extremely difficult, polycognitive, 2-wand/3-function technique for “small-object levitation” that he developed over 40 years ago and has since honed to virtuosic levels, privately and with immense shame, as the technique’s only known purpose is for [what he’s doing now], which occurs with such consistently surprising frequency that Dumbledore “can’t help but feel amused” whenever it happens again, despite his embarrassment and earnest disapproval of its seemingly unending recurrence (though usually he realizes “it has happened again” only after he’s ingested an amount of pills and is chemically inclined to feel amused about it): levitating pills [toward him], [away from him], [in place] for as long as 50 minutes while struggling in a neurotic and despairing manner to “calculate” the optimal combination of pills he should ingest to guarantee a satisfactory night’s sleep, maintain a relatively low tolerance for at least one class of drug, and appear functional to others the next day—an especially difficult decision tonight because Dumbledore is additionally trying to “factor in” that he keeps feeling like he “has to” pee (has gone to the bathroom six times in the past hour, each time “trickling” zero to five drops into the toilet) and that, in a horribly devastating* error, he ingested one of the three** Adderall that he initially levitated [toward him] thinking they were “orange Valium,” a nonexistent “hybrid pill” that he daydreamed about a few days ago while staring with 80% unfocused eyes at someone’s ear at a Quidditch match.

*Dumbledore has a low Adderall tolerance and likely won’t sleep at all tonight even if he ingests everything currently levitated that isn’t Adderall

**Dumbledore is currently levitating the remaining two Adderall [away from him] with an incredibly applied quality of controlled acceleration (the Adderall will decelerate beautifully, one can tell, as they near the dresser) that is truly virtuosic, having channeled most of his anger/frustration not into “curse words” or “hitting things,” like many of his peers, he feels, but “wand control”—something he learned to do as a small child and has always felt to be the principle factor in his success in life, not “talent” or “chance” or even “hard work”

TAO LIN

http://heheheheheheheeheheheehehe.com/

Previously: Extreme close-up of a 30mg Adderall

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February

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February

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February

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Tyler speaking on Earl

Tyler speaking on Earl

17

February

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February

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rockosocko:

Obliterate the Word!

rockosocko:

Obliterate the Word!

12

February

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12

February

Writer’s Block

I fear the violence in my heart may conjure up spirits that beckon me with reminders of false desires.
I fear the essence of my intentions may prove to be exactly what I dreaded, honest
I fear that the trail of bloody footsteps embedded in my cortex both begin and end in the nest where I hide my hopes and dreams.
That macabre fortress was a struggle to build
I forged the frame with high grade reinforced doubts.
I covered that ignoble skeleton lovingly with self deception.I accented my workshop of sadism with shining slabs of good intentions.
“Look at those glimmering walls and prove to me its not a monument!” I yell to an assembly of discarded projections.
“Look at this man and tell me he is not GOOD and NOBLE and worthy of the curse of consciousness that was graciously placed upon him!” I bellow at a shattered mirror.
“Look at your accolades and trophies and prove to me that they justify your existence!” I screech into the face of my inner child.
I scream and curse at every creeping thing that creepeth upon the surface of my soul.
Its all I know to do, trying is just too fucking hard.
And I fear that the effort may prove to be as worthless as I imagined
That along the journey I shall only find deserted plains shrouded in darkness and senseless expectation.
That my mark shall only be left in soliloquies whispered in languages I don’t understand.
I fear that I shall prove to be what I feared.

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