#deep thinkers

[ancientroyalblood]

Expanding Horizons: Nourishing the Mind Through Philosophy and the like.

📚✨ Welcome to Expanding Horizons ✨📚 In a world brimming with distractions, finding solace and wisdom within the pages of great philosophical works is a journey worth embarking upon. Here at Expanding Horizons, we invite you to join us on this intellectual odyssey, where the echoes of the world’s greatest thinkers come to life through the spoken word. What is Expanding Horizons? Expanding…

[kpierreart]

This Poem

by: Kpierre

This poem was the type of poem that took your breath away

This poem

didn’t rely

on its outer beauty

This poem didn’t care about its lines,

its

layout,

nor

its

length

This poem

This poem was a rare poem this poem

This poem had the ability to make you eat its words

This poem arranged its words,

its core,

in a way that

you had to read it

Letter for Letter

Cuz if you read this poem too fast,

this poem would stop you in your tracks,

make you forget your breath,

and leave you

speechless.

[ssgem1119]

[desideriumdays]

Why will a dog wait for their long dead owner?

Because it's lonely.

[stardustkrishnaverse]

still don't understand how i can properly respect kanha as literal origin of everything ever but still say wassup bro to him in my head

[bosseffekt]

“Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.”

- Friedrich Nietzsche

[lunarcrown]

How would you describe Jimmy as a minecraft player?

This is for a project =3

AND BESIDES THAT!!!! I would say he’s very much a great “yes and” player, loves to do bits and goofy stuff, may not be the BEST builder (better than me tho!!!!!) but enthusiastic none the less about theming, and my fave is when he lets a lil power get to his head and acts like a little dog with a biggg microphone!

WOOF WOOF BE SCARED OF HIM!!!!

[edge-oftheworld]

do you ever just stop and think about how each band member is so incredibly talented in their own way and we get to watch not only that but the magic that happens when they work together?

[palatinewolfsblog]

"The deep critical thinker has become

the misfit of the world,

this is not a coincidence.

To maintain order and control

you must isolate

the intellectual,

the sage,

the philosopher,

the savant

before their ideas awaken people."

Carl Jung.

[trizanandgozan]

The thinker

[n4rval]

FUN VALUE 62: The Eccentric Genius

Isn't it odd how firsts are seconds? As in, should we consider the order of exposure by FUN value or follower number? Though I suppose goners are not meant to be linear at all. This is why all of the Followers reiterate that central piece of the story, yet, each of them offer an unique perspective that helps us piece together not only Dr. W.D. Gaster's current condition, but who he is as a character.

No, there is no typical way to look at a character who defies the very notion of a written script. To be atypical among the already strange, to fit right in yet feel so obviously alien, the sole lump of hard coal among shiny gems.

It makes sense why ASGORE took so long to hire a new Royal Scientist.

After all, the old one... Dr. Gaster. What an act to follow!

They say he created the CORE.

Coal that burns the most effectively and brings light to all around him, in more ways than one. Impossible only until someone steps forward and makes it possible, to pursue the most absurd of ideas and be stared at with either unease or awe, to make it an act to follow.

From the occasional inconvenient property damage, the unecessarily bulky gadget that looks like it came straight out of a cartoon ...

... to the grand opening speech nobody got a single word of but applauded for the flashy lights anyway.

However, his life... Was cut short.

One day, he fell into his creation, and...

Will Alphys end up the same way?

This bit can be particularly misleading at first glance, alluding to the idea of an accident or, possibly, a suicide of sorts. We already know how this bit played out, however, the mention of either instance is purposeful in a way the ideas complement each other.

To be special is to be strange, and loneliness is often the price of brilliance. It can be difficult to escape feelings of alienation when people seem to get along so naturally without having to make a conscious effort to understand and be understood. This parallel with Alphys isn't only due to their shared position, but the taxing demand for excellence that comes with it in exchange for belonging.

It wouldn't be a absurd to speculate that, possibly, Alphys would one day have a manic episode that would both be her greatest stunt and her last breath in this earth. Ah, but this is where they deviate, isn't it?

Beloved Dr. Wacky Dingus, too in love with life to leave it, yet never satisfied not to risk it - who continues to offer mystery and wonder, once through light, now through dark.

[lovedetlost]

He will literally marvel at a flower. “The fact that trees are green blows my mind,” Evans says.

[sunshinegallery]

"This is what it felt like to be Oizys, the goddess of misery, Percy realized. No wonder the poor goddess was always crying and wailing. She lived in this feeling 24/7. There was no escape. Percy felt like his own mind was being submerged and drowned in the river—his thoughts, his memories, his will to live. All of it was being eroded away by the weight of sorrow."

In my opinion, half of the reason why Percy couldn't get out was because of the guilt he was feeling about what he did to misery. I mean, seeing the look on Annabeth's face, and hearing the terror in her voice must've been such a scarring and marking event. Which knowing Percy and ADHD has probably been stabbing at his memory and dreams ever since. Then this - actually fully understanding how she must have felt - thinking he probably deserves it - not fighting back - attempting to commit s$icid8.

His ability to empathise is a huge strength but also almost caused his death. And that breaks me a little bit. And the way Jason talked about it afterwards makes me think he knew what Percy was trying to do too.

On the other hand, read this chapter with this song so good.

[vulpinesaint]

do i believe eddie brock is homosexual or even really into men. no. to be honest. however is he gay for that alien. one hundred fucking percent and it's canonical too

[delusionalblfan]

what got me the most in the 10th episode (apart from the Alan x Dean scene that i was not expecting and was phenomenal) was Babe kissing Charlie's forehead. i had to stop watching to have my moment and to just breathe and give me time to cry. when Babe kissed him it was a moment of pure and raw pain, no more loud crying, or screaming, but a silent cry filled with care and love and deep engraved-for-life pain. and i feel like the kiss on the lips was the first impact, Babe's need to touch him, to see if Charlie reacted and was really dead, but those three kisses on the forehead. for the love of!! the care mixed with all that hurt and loss. Babe is so hurt by Charlie's death as it's expected but it's more than 'i lost him' or 'he is dead'. it was much more like 'he did not deserve this'. but not a cliche. it was like a film passing through: 'this man was treated as a nobody because a lunatic thought he was a normal alpha, hence 'unusable'...he could try to live a rather normal life but he knew i was in danger and i would be used…so he left that idea of a normal life behind and risked it all for me…he really entered my life with that sole propose...he lied willingly but also solely for my own good...he did not make fake excuses based on self pity...he ended up being part of my found family and he was a good person to all of them even for the one that was constantly criticising him...he loved me more than he loved himself…and now he is dead…he did not deserve this'. when you know the extent of someone's life, choices, willingness, that last statement will have a much bigger impact. and Charlie embodied that. so… my question is, how can Babe be sane right now? how is he even walking? talking? eating? i would be so depressed to the point of manifesting psychotic traits. i wouldn't have the courage to unalive myself, but i would just let my body be still and exist quietly somewhere while rewinding memories and regrets and untold words and just speaking to him and apologising and saying how much i love him, and i would do it until i perished

[hanaasbananas]

on arranged marriages

it's funny. mums been in the whatsapp rishta groups for years looking for someone i might marry. she'll send me a profile once in a while and ask what i think, if she should contact his parents or not and most of the time i say yeah, alright. nothing ever comes of it though, so when my dad calls me after work and says mum spoke to him about a rishta she's thinking of moving forward with i'm intrigued, but not particularly invested.

mum's really picky, i tell him. this probably won't go anywhere but we may as well see it through, right? dad is hesitant, but agrees when i say that i do want an arranged marriage.

but then things do move forward and the next thing i know, he is going to visit us with his parents. on the day, my uncle picks me up from work so i don't have to walk. you don't have to make a decision today, he tells me. this is just a first visit. my cousin helps me get ready and i am reminded of the similar scene in the movie vivah. nothing has to happen today, she tells me you guys are just meeting today. the thought does nothing to settle the nerves roiling in my stomach and i try to go back to my room three times instead of going downstairs until my cousin practically shoves me down them.

i enjoy meeting his mum, even though she immediately clocks my nervous clasping and unclasping of my bracelet. she hugs me as if i'm her own daughter and is so happy to see me that my heart lightens. eventually, we go to the other sitting room where the men are sitting-where he is. my nerves flare up again but he doesn't look up from his hands clasped in his lap when we walk in.

too nervous to speak, i only answer say anything when a question is directed at me and try to sneak quick glances at him across the room instead. his mum catches me more than once and smiles knowingly at me. we meet each others eyes only once for a split second and it makes my heart pound rapidly in my chest. when he speaks, i force myself to look at anyone other than him. he has a nice voice, my brain whispers and i bite my tongue, hard.

they leave, and we say they'll know our decision after a couple months. i know what my answer will be though. later, when they get back home and his mum calls my mum, i stand outside the door to eavesdrop, my heart in my throat but i can't stop my grin when i hear his mum say he's happy to go ahead with this, because there was a part of me that still worried he'd see me in person and go NOPE. she suggests that we get to know each other over the next few months and i silently beg my mum to agree. i know that where she is from, in her tradition, the bride and groom speak once or twice before the wedding if they're lucky, and that things are still done that way back home, but just as im gearing up to argue against that, she agrees. it's a miracle!

of course, chronically shy person that i am, the thought of our first conversation taking place on our mums phones is terrifying so instead i ask to get his number so we can text first. she sends his number but theres no way i'm texting first so i send them my number and thankfully he gets the hint and texts me first. i hope you don't mind me texting, i'm just shy still. i say. that's fine, he reassures me. we have time.

time, as it turns out. flies. it doesn't take long to move from texts to voice notes, to phone calls. he really does have a nice voice, i find out, and its not as awkward as i thought it would be. i didn't actually think that we'd talk that much, maybe once a week at most and yet...

i almost cried last night because we were talking about going to Pakistan together next summer and I remembered how when I was a teenager I used to daydream about going to Pakistan with my spouse and visiting all my family with him.

then over the years I sort of gave up on that idea because I'm not the type to go out and meet someone and in the desi arranged marriage market whose gonna choose me?

and now I'm 26, and we talk multiple times a day and when I catch myself thinking oh he isn't really interested, he's just talking to me because he has to to get to know me, why would anyone actually like me?? I find myself countering with well actually if that was the case why would he start calling you every day? how come you went from one call a day ending with 'i'll talk to you tomorrow' to him calling you on his way home from work and 'i'll call you after dinner' when he gets home to a THIRD call after maghrib right before bed? those are not the actions of a man who is uninterested!!

hanaas insecurities- 0, hanaas logic- 1

anyway idk where this is going except i never thought i'd be this excited and happy when it came time for me to get married but here i am and it is SO SCARY to realise that i am maybe possibly (definitely) falling for him but wow, and like? (literally the other day i was telling him a story from when i was a kid and the story had such a silly ending but it was unexpected and he laughed really hard in surprise and it made my heart almost explode i swear its so fun to make him laugh)

but like there's SO MANY logistics i'm restarting my driving lessons so i can pass before i move and i literally just got my new job in april but i'm gonna have to give my notice lmao and i've already started looking for new jobs but GAH so much stuff is happening and yet at the same time i feel so calm about it all it's wild i'm just vibing trying to enjoy my summer holidays and having the highlights of my day being when he calls lmaooo