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chapter five: sensation and perception.

yourwrite:

My biological psychology textbook contains 665 pages of information on how things work, and why. I can tell you about every layer of the human eye, and how it works- synaptic connections and neurotransmissions, electromagnetic energy and theories of color vision- but every time I turn the page I am afraid terminology will explain who I am away into bits of calculated science. Every time I turn the page I’m terrified I will find a formula that will take all the magic and wonder and turn it into mathematics.

I don’t understand numbers, but I do understand feelings. I understand warmth, and the pressure on my spine when you say nice things, and how my hands shake when I’m nervous and I’ve been up for too many hours.

I know that we’re all made up of similar pieces, 
but I just don’t want to be explained away.

(-what’s mine is yrs.)

If you love me, won't you let me know?

poeticheartache:

(via fixthesky)

“For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.

All of us are crazy in one way or another.

There is a thin line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.”

How can a body contain something so great?