This is someone dying while having an MRI scan. Before you die, your brain releases tons and tons of endorphins that make you feel a range of emotions. Tragically beautiful.
Can never not reblog.
this is crazy. they say this is when ‘your life flashes before your eyes’
one of my favourite posts
holy fucking hell
oh so deep
I’m dying of LAUGHTER. I can’t tell if you guys are sarcastic or dumb…..
“Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go 10,000 miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on Brown people in Vietnam while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs and denied simple human rights? No I’m not going 10,000 miles from home to help murder and burn another poor nation simply to continue the domination of white slave masters over darker people in the world. This is the day when such evils must come to an end. I have been warned that to take such a stand would cost me millions of dollars. But I have said it once and I will say it again. The real enemy of my people is here. I will not disgrace my religion, my people or myself by becoming a tool to enslave those who are fighting for their own justice, freedom and equality. If I thought the war was going to bring freedom and equality to 22 million of my people they wouldn’t have to draft me, I’d join tomorrow. I have nothing to lose by standing up for my beliefs. So I’ll go to jail, so what? We’ve been in jail for 400 years.”
—— Muhammad Ali, 1967
“Mom, Listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for twenty-two years, but we have been together for sixteen. Okay, that’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together in the park. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color. I knew her favorite food. Then we became six, you know, and Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl, so for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, Mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She was always talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I feel is love, Mom, when I’m better because she’s here”
You know what normal is to me, Richie? I ain’t seen normal since I was six years old. Normal is seeing the police ride up to my house, dragging my little twelve year old cousin out and tying him to a pole. Shoving a shotgun in his mouth so hard they bust his teeth. Then they bust two shotgun shells in his head, knock his fucking head off. That’s what normal is to me. I didn’t give a fuck about no police then. I don’t give a fuck about no police now.
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