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The iD comprises the unorganised part of the personality structure that contains the basic drives. The id acts as according to the 'pleasure principle', seeking to avoid pain or unpleasure aroused by increases in instinctual tension. It is the dark, inaccessible part of our personality, what little we know of it we have learnt from our study of the dream-work and of the construction of neurotic symptoms, and most of this is of a negative character and can be described only as a contrast to the ego. We all approach the id with analogies: we call it a chaos, a cauldron full of seething excitations... It is filled with energy reaching it from the instincts, but it has no organisation, produces no collective will, but only a striving to bring about the satisfaction of the instinctual needs subject to the observance of the pleasure principle The mind of a newborn child is regarded as completely "id-ridden", in the sense that it is a mass of instinctive drives and impulses, and demands immediate satisfaction. This view equates a newborn child with an id-ridden individual—often humorously—with this analogy: an alimentary tract with no sense of responsibility at either end. The id is responsible for our basic drives such as food, water, sex, and basic impulses. It is amoral and egocentric, ruled by the pleasure–pain principle; it is without a sense of time, completely illogical, primarily sexual, infantile in its emotional development, and will not take "no" for an answer. It is regarded as the reservoir of the libido or "instinctive drive to create". AN INFANT DEPRIVED OF SANCTUARY When people see the Name AIDS they’re usually like “What the fuck??!!” then people see AIDS- An Infant Deprived of Sanctuary and understand the meaning and outlook on the usually frightening name. The initials within the name A.I.D.S. all personify my attitude and introspective towards life .The motivation behind An infant deprived of Sanctuary is in this world you can gain money, respect, power and love but never be eternally secure in a world run by deceit, hate, envy, delusions and worst of all ignorance. Sanctuary is in the mind. In a society that constantly sways you away from consciousness by means of media, propaganda, systematic forms of control & delusion sanctuary is hard to find . They want us to stop thinking for ourselves. They want us to stop thinking. I can't stop thinking. My favorite escape is writing. I hate reality. So here I'll post written poetry, music & photos of my world. This is my music, my thoughts, my mind, my universe. Fuck you. - Ptah-Seker-Osiris-A.I.D.S. YO AND I FUCKING LOVE POKEMON. SO I POST POKEMON SHIT. WISH I DIDNT HAVE DREAMS SO THAT COULD PLAY IT ALL DAY LIKE A LOSER & BE BETTER THAN EVERY ONE IN THE FUCKING WORLD. BUT IM KINDA HOT & SO INEVITABLY I HAVE A LIFE.
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NEW MUSIC FEAT CHELSEA REJECT “HIS SONG”

"we are all atheists about most of the gods humanity has ever believed in, some of us just go one god farther."

— Richard Dawkins (via moaninglovebackintolust)

(Source: pussyalamode)

lovelylonelyolive:

northernbelle57:

itsjeremiah:

People born in 1990 can legally drink alcohol.
Obama was sworn into office 3 years ago.
Michael Jackson died over 2.5 years ago.
2007 was HALF A FUCKING DECADE ago.
There are kids in middle school now that don’t even remember 9/11.
There are girls born in 1998 who are pregnant.
There are over 600 pokemon.

Holy shit…

1990 was 10 years ago. 1990 will always only be 10 years ago.

this makes me SO depressed.
mraloha:

Must Follow, and understand 
paperimages:

Francisco José de Goya y Lucientes (Spanish, 1746 – 1828),  Untitled, known as Saturn Devouring His Son, c. 1819–1823. Museo del Prado, Madrid
“Saturn Devouring His Son depicts the Greek myth of the Titan Cronus, who, fearing that he would be overthrown by his children, ate each one upon their birth. The work is one of the 14 so-called Black Paintings that Goya painted directly onto the walls of his house sometime between 1819 and 1823. It was transferred to canvas after Goya’s death and has since been held in the Museo del Prado in Madrid.” src

obsessed by this song.

dump truck dididi dump truck! craaane craaaane! fire truck dididi fire truck!