Wow! Great Ad by Mercedes
Tumblr scaled the pictures down. Here are the texts:
Left brain:
“I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.”Right brain:
“I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feat. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.”
Such amazing and brilliant illustrations of the human brain. Yet the very next thing that comes to mind is, “Corpus Callosum”. Only a few people will understand the “connection”.
Source: cybirds
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Source: peterarothman
One of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever witnessed haha!!
a song for Easter
All things, good or bad, eventually return full circle.
The inevitability of it all can be a little sad, but also somewhat comforting.
(random and ambiguous I know -just a thought I needed to get out of my head)
All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.
surviving the times
I feel like I haven’t posted anything real in a long time. It’s just that there’re so many thoughts and ideas constantly mixing together in my head, like grains of sand. And after I scoop up a small ordered handful, they just end up falling through my fingers back to the ground. But analogy aside, my day-to-day life isn’t that interesting either. Right now I just wish things were different. I’ve been losing friends a lot lately, and have no idea why. I study hard, but apparently not hard enough to meet my expectations. And I feel like a jerk for forgetting how much of a burden I probably am. I’m not trying to complain or fish really, just find some way of coherently organizing my destructively jumbled mind. All I know is that I can be so much better in every aspect, and I just have to keep at it.
