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I listen to The Postal Service on an hourly basis. writtn below is what my constant thought process is not of being in love (which is great either way) but the idea of it. ![]() |
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Love represents a range of human emotions and experiences related to the senses of affection and sexual attraction.[1] The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure to intense interpersonal attraction. This diversity of meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.----------------------------------------- Lust is the initial passionate sexual desire that promotes mating, and involves the increased release of chemicals such as testosterone and estrogen. These effects rarely last more than a few weeks or months. Attraction is the more individualized and romantic desire for a specific candidate for mating, which develops out of lust as commitment to an individual mate forms. Recent studies in neuroscience have indicated that as people fall in love, the brain consistently releases a certain set of chemicals, including pheromones, dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin, which act similar to amphetamines, stimulating the brain's pleasure center and leading to side-effects such as an increased heart rate, loss of appetite and sleep, and an intense feeling of excitement. Research has indicated that this stage generally lasts from one and a half to three years. ![]() ![]() |
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| everyone one involved in my life (disregard this being in Dislike) |
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| I used to know this girl Who gave her love away To every guy she met And with all the games they played She never seemed to cry She never got upset And one by one they came And one by one they left I thought that I could fix her If she would let me in But all of my advances Were shut down in the end When days turned into months I begged her to explain And this is what she sang It's not like I'm a slut Or that I really like to fuck I just want every boy I see To walk away with part of me Until there's nothing left to hold Until there's nothing left to hate I appreciate your help But even you can't save me from myself |
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