First introduced by Neuro-psychiatrist John C. Lilly in 1954 A Sensory Deprivation Chamber is a light-less, soundproof enclosure, filled with salt water that is kept at skin temperature. In this chamber a person will float weightless on the water with their senses deprived (Hence the name Sensory Deprivation Chamber). They are unable to see or hear anything, all while because of the water being the same heat as your body, subjects have been noted to have said “it all just fades away” and all that’s left is the mind.
In this pitch black pod, you float on the surface of a pool of water set at body temperature. Sight, sound and eventually touch are all muted so only your thoughts remain. It is an experience that makes the user feel weightless.
this could be the most relaxing experience or the most horrifying and panic inducing experience depending on the day.
clearly as a teenager i’m not mature enough to drink, smoke, drive or have sex but i am obviously prepared to decide on the career i want to be in for the rest of my life
omg this is beautiful
If you don’t reblog this, I’il judge you
Quite sad and tragic and beautiful all at once
this is so beautiful
i just woke up so i couldn’t see properly and i thought they were washing machines…
Why not leave the man alone
The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.
One of them
Missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.
Car wouldn’t start.
Get a taxi.
The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..
Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,
This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
Literally nothing on tumblr has ever captivated me more. This is amazing and it’s one of those times when I’m like, “wow, I wish I wrote that” because it is so amazingly accurate and perfect.
Being a person who has feelings that so few people can understand has got to be so incredibly hard, and we all (most people) recognize that now. But loving a person who has these feelings, and trying to understand the un-understandable…that’s more of an unrecognized challenge. I’ve never seen anything written so poetically from this perspective and I’m so happy that I finally did.
this made me incredibly sad.
This is my favorite of all. So important.
this is so important
I was sitting out on the porch of our bungalow eating my watermelon when I see what seemed to be a butterfly fluttering around. On closer inspection I realized it was a little bat with a bunch of huge fire ants biting him!! He was crying and trembling so I yelled for BF the animal whisperer to come help. He told me to go get some tools so I grabbed tweezers and chopsticks lol. We carefully pulled the ants off- we had to kill most of them as they would not let go of the bat. The bat stayed still while we worked on him and then once he was free he flew around in circles, flying SUPER close to our heads. I think he was thanking us :)
on the verge of tears over here
Patients of surgeon Harold Gillies during WWI and WWII
Okay, these photographs pissed me off a bit, because they don’t show off how much of a genius Dr. Harold Gillies, the father of modern plastic surgery, was. Rhinoplasty, skin grafts, and facial reconstructions have been practised for centuries. However, it was this New Zealander surgeon who standardized these techniques and established the discipline of “plastic surgery.”
The introduction of more destructive weapons of WWI and WWII resulted in devastating injuries. In addition, in trench warfare, the head was more exposed than the rest of the body, and soldiers’ faces were often shattered or burnt beyond recognition. Despite the best efforts of surgeons, many soldiers were left hideously disfigured. Traditionally, the edges of facial wounds were simply stitched together, but when scar tissue contracted faces were left twisted and disfigured, so a new type of surgery was needed.
Gillies rebuilt faces using tissue from elsewhere in the body. Antibiotics had not yet been invented, meaning it was very hard to graft tissue from one part of the body to another because infection often developed, so Gillies invented the tubed pedicle,” where he used a flap of skin from the chest or forehead and “swung” it into place over the face. The flap remained attached but was stitched into a tube. This kept the original blood supply intact and dramatically reduced the infection rate. After many surgical construction, grafting, and healing, which could take months to years, the tentacle-like tubing would be removed, and (volia!) a new face!
He was also the first to do sex reassignment surgery from female to male in 1946, then male to female using a flap technique in 1951, which became the standard for 40 years.
oh man, this is amazing