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ronaldkern · 3 years
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My Oliver was so lovey today. . . #equineassistedtherapy #horse #horses #horserherapy #neurobalanced #love #connection (at Back Forty Farms) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVEHSdpBYZe/?utm_medium=tumblr
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writtenfrommybody · 3 years
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3AM THOUGHTS: SEROTONIN, A MAD WOMANS DRUG
Neurotypical, NeuroNormative, NeuroBalanced
Words I have no relatability to, words I have never tasted.
I wonder who was the first person to define those who saw
Beyond the colours of the rainbow, as mad?
I wonder who coined the term insane, I wonder who made it seem
Like we were tumbling down, just because we could hear
Conversations that would happen between the stars.
Normality seems so mad to me, balance so maddening to me.
I could never understand what is so calming, about hearing
A single tone inside your skull.
My mind is made up of an orchestra, a crescendo, an inferno, an entire
Board of different people.
I see the world in hieroglyphics, everything, means something, beyond the meaning
Of the thing, it is meant to be, meaningful towards.
Definitions are so interesting to me.
I wonder who thought of formulating the dictionary, and what kind of dictator they were
To dictate, how we dissect, the way in which people think.
Mental illness, seems like a weak minded mans word.
A term used by an individual who felt inconvenienced by difference.
I could say that those who have never felt with blinding intensity
Have never truly seen.
I could say that those who have never had layered conversations
In the centre of their mind, are mute.
I could say that those who look at skin and cannot see colours
Seeping out of the very canvas that is their flesh
Have never truly touched.
I could say that those who have never lost track of time
Have never understood the depth of what it means
For the sun to rise and set.
Sanity is laced with vanity, the neurologically sane walk on their
High horses, but in my eyes they are all lying flat on gravel.
My neurons were made to float and tip, kind of like the sea
They crash together, rise and fall.
I have never felt more understood than when I am in a room
Full of people of COLOUR
Skin and bones
Mind and soul.
I adore the way schizophrenics take me to the past, present, future
And mould it into one, like pottery they rotate all worlds
Until they form in the centre of the earth
And everything Is dancing.
I adore the way people who are borderline, try to grab you
By pushing you away, the resistance is exhilarating
And I can always keep up, because I love the heat.
I love the way people with ADHD can grow so lost
In the cracks on the floor, I adore the labyrinth in their mind
I zoom in like they do, and trust me the first person to see a rose rise
From concrete, was someone with ADHD who paused for 2 hours
To peek, into the seeds growing in places no one thought to look for.
I love the way autistic people stim, the way they rock, clap, flap
And coo. The way every feeling is APPARENT, you never have to guess
Sarcasm goes out the door, their literal nature is so grounding to me.
I love the way people with bipolar, look like the middle of the forest
The heat of the desert, the middle of a typhoon, the calmness of a lagoon
The way they speak like the words are tumbling down, except in a contradictory way
They tumble UP, two souls In one body.
I love the way people with DID, are able to dedicate an entire identity to a single trait
Tell me, what kind of mind does one have to posses, to birth 30 people into one body.
I will converse with each one of you, and I will never mix up a single name twice.
You could never see what we see, you call us freaks, yet we are freaked out
By your placid, stable mind.
If we were a museum, we would be contemporary.
If we were music, we would be electric.
If we were art, we would be abstract.
If we were poetry, we would be spoken.
If we were a season, we would be a summer
In the middle of winter
Or an autumn, in the middle of spring.
If we were a colour, we would be magenta blue ( you wouldn’t understand).
I wouldn’t trade my splattered canvas that is a mix between blood and holy water
For a single thing.
I would rather spend the rest of my life, whispering to trees
Dancing with bumble bees
Talking to the faefolk
Having lunch with the crows
Speaking whale
Then live a single day, speaking typical.
Those who call us mad, are just infuriated by the fact that they could not crack us
Even though to them we are nuts.
Some things, are not made to be torn open by just any pair of palms.
Our delicious vulnerability, is only reserved
For hands that glow in the dark
And carry angel dust between their fingers.
As for you, with your hands made of plastic
And ashes, ancient and dead.
Keep them off me and my mind.
In my dictionary, and world of definitions.
I see you, as completely dysfunctional
Sick
Twisted
And absolutely
Insane
For seeing
The sky
As
Blue
Cant you see
That it’s a thousand shades
Of orange and pink
At 12AM?
Or are you still blinded by
Your straight line
And consistency.
How utterly…
Dull…
Grey was made for you
Normies.
We will happily take all the colours there is
Stick to your comfort zone
For we, never felt uncomfortable
In the first place
Except, when we look
At something, as discomforting as you.
Ill seek comfort, with those
Who are seen as deviant
And sit with them, in the temple
Of their holy world.
Where whispering to yourself
Is always
Seen
As a prayer
And never
A curse.
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oswinpotts · 5 years
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NEUROBALANCERS
They’re so in sync lmao
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excerebri · 5 years
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aight so i’m rewatching the finale
-and can someone plz tell me what acc happened when yaz and 13 took off the neurobalancers??
chibnall, i want the unedited version. gimme the (gay) angst
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esonetwork · 5 years
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The Earth Station Who Podcast Episode 204 - The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos
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The Earth Station Who Podcast Episode 204 - The Battle of Ranskoor Av Kolos
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The Thirteenth Doctor and Team TARDIS take on a familiar foe in the finale of the eleventh series. Mike, Mike, Mary, and R. Alan Siler strap on their neurobalancers to review another cheery one.
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ronaldkern · 3 years
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Dinner time! *Sound Up* . . #Idaho #IdahoFarms #IdahoFarm #IdahoRanch #Horses #Horse #EquineTherapy #NeuroBalanced #DinnerTime #Farm #FarmLifestyle #FarmLife (at Back Forty Farms) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRuu1CDiLMY/?utm_medium=tumblr
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ronaldkern · 3 years
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Dinner time! *Sound Up* . . #Idaho #IdahoFarms #IdahoFarm #IdahoRanch #Horses #Horse #EquineTherapy #NeuroBalanced #DinnerTime #Farm #FarmLifestyle #FarmLife (at Back Forty Farms) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRuuQgNlHuu/?utm_medium=tumblr
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ronaldkern · 3 years
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A long and productive day ends with another gorgeous sunset. . . #sunset #horse #neurobalanced #sky #farm #farmlife #selfsustainable (at Back Forty Farms) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPnydt8n93B/?utm_medium=tumblr
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