My brother and I are on two completely different sides of the spectrum in nearly every way. Minus the fact that we both do anything and everything in snail mode.
Autism comes in many different colors, in its twisted spectrum. People on the outside see anger, loneliness, departure from the outside world. Inside the colors are brighter than ever, soaring in swirls around their mind. Inside can be frustrating, thoughts too big to push out. Not tragic, just challenged. Fighters.
Prisms. triangular shapes. roy g biv. Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo Violet.
I mean, it’s basically me; well, not me, my emotions for sure though.
i don’t want to write about the word spectrum today. I don’t want to do anything, but fall into a coma and only wake up when I am no longer tired and feel dead. ddfuaifwadufihawef7agf87aiuwefkgayuifgawfg8aywe
Are you on the spectrum? Everyone is on the spectrum so to speak so who really cares? I certainly don’t. Rather than seeing my weirdness as a ‘problem’ (heaven forbid!) I see them as making me an individual!
The colour spectrum is a beautiful but challenging tool to play with. Should you opposite colours or complementary colours. It gets to a point where it’s all too difficult to play with colour and the only option is to print in black and white. But what a dull dull world it is when there’s nothing but black type on a white background.
A range; a continuous, infinite, one-dimensional set, possibly bounded by extremes?
Specifically, a range of colours representing light (electromagnetic radiation) of contiguous frequencies; hence electromagnetic spectrum, visible spectrum, ultraviolet spectrum, etc?
The spectrum of experience isn’t like light. It isn’t just limited to seven colors along with blackness and whiteness. It isn’t even just limited to ultraviolet or infrared…
How shall I describe it to you?
The spectrum of experience is everything and anything that could ever be thought.
I have no idea what this word meas but it remind me of the fucking gym pretty lame i need to go to the gym if i want to fit in that wedding dress and look fucking all fly and what not fuck it imma be looking good!
The earth turning under rainbows like a spark like watching the lake when the sun is moving and you are moving to laugh with the sun and you are trying not to speak in shadows but the sun is moving and it rained recently, you think, you were laughing at the sound of the rain and your laugh was the rain and the earth was moving and it was light outside it was bright under the
So far and wide across the sky as if taking up space that hasn’t even been thought off.
Ambition being the driving force of what makes the heart flip over in a person’s chest.
Striving for greatness one step at a time.
oh boy i guess we’ll talk about how color works
in this country
how we all talk about the black and white
and print the same goddamn things
but you know what’s cool nowadays?
they can 3d print shit like kidneys
and i’ve been hitting the bottle more
so maybe it’ll all come ’round
Potato.
Not a spectrum at all, but the only word that is in my mind.
A spectrum of potatoes.
Potatoes of all different colours, something I’ve never seen.
Light races through the gem in my ring as I write my homework for class tonight and I think there’s something wonderful about the way there’s such a spectrum to something so simple.
Kinda like laughter fighting away storms behind the eyes of someone you love.
The world with all its hues makes a spectrum which is unique to the eye of each individual in his own way. My hues are made of only one colour, that is, you. Your smile, your eyes, the beauty your body possesses and your laughter all form a rainbow that becomes for me what Buddha saw in Nirvana.
Iw as walking right a very beautiful garden. There are lots of plants, green and warmth. Their presence is like a warm welcome to everyone who comes to the garden. There are also a spectrum of light after the rain.
A full spectrum of nonsense is what most of my job entails. I wonder sometimes how I manage to maintain my sanity as well as the illusion that I know what the fuck I’m doing. It’s an interesting little balancing act. Between moving up thtrough the ranks and getting more and more responsiblity without really knowing wehther or not I’ve actually earned that.
The spectrum of feelings
That was falling over me;
Suffocating me,
Holding me against my will.
I didn’t want to,
But I feel this way.
I’m terribly afraid that
I love you.
the spectrum is roy g biv. black is the absence of color and white the collection of a visible colors. i suppose a personality under the the right light can be broken too.
The colors spread over the floor of the forest, shattered white light by the mist coupled with the rising sun. The spectrum extended throughout the forest and he thought of the spectra of many things, how there isn’t just black and white but a whole continuum of thoughts, practices and beliefs.
Kinda confusing about this meaning. I really need to check on the dictionary. I guess my vocabulary hasn’t expanded. Maybe I should put this word into my daily word.
She was beautiful. The kind of beautiful that seems like it’s dangerous. I knew that, but it didn’t change anything. The only fear I had was of what our parents would think. Of course, she hurt. Like a lightening bolt down my spine. Kissing her was kissing razor blades. She was a mirror, the kind that refracts in the sunlight, just enough to distract you. Beautiful rainbows could dance in front of her like a siren’s call. I followed those colors from one end of the spectrum to the other until she was finished with me.
i don’t know where I fall on the spectrum of anxiety —
but anywhere on it I’m scared
chest feels tight; so does my throat, I feel like I’m choked with a dead weight in it. my head feels heavy, dizzy. I’m cold. But my skin feels warm — where do the shivers come from? And the tears? Damn.
Spectrum. The spectrum is full of so many vibrant colors, yet there seems to be no beginning nor end to the start of a color. The color is just there until you realize that is not anymore. No new page, no final chapter, its just there.
how can you be certain that the one you’re planning on spending the rest of your life with, really is the one?
living with a person for a certain amount of years might give you an insight, but will we ever learn what is lurking inside our beloved’s mind? will we ever see what cannot be seen, and if not, will they show us?
A spectrum (plural spectra or spectrums) is a condition that is not limited to a specific set of values but can vary infinitely within a continuum. The word was first used scientifically within the field of optics to describe the rainbow of colors in visible light when separated using a prism. As scientific understanding of light advanced, it came to apply to the entire electromagnetic spectrum. Spectrum has since been applied by analogy to topics outside of optics.
Burning Red
Smashing Orange
Warning Yellow
Crumbling Green
Sharp Blue
Violent Purple
All destruction; all beautiful
All colliding to complete the ultimate goal:
Pure White.
Joshua’s teachers were quick to assume that he was “on the spectrum,” but the fact of the matter was that he was just very introverted and terrified of public speaking. He much preferred to sit at his desk or in the library, reading a new book that his father had bought him from the bookstore, or finishing his homework and scratching away at his dittos whistling to himself. The second fact that he was transgender did not help matters, and he would rather stay quiet so as not to expose his identity in any way at his new school.
He was the full spectrum, I thought, all the light all at once and that made him bright white. Like the light from a welder. I wondered if I held a prism up and looked at him through it, if he would break into a thousands shards of himself.
Impossible, I thought. Not only was he a million things at once, but he was only one person at the same time.
nothing comes to mind.
My brother and I are on two completely different sides of the spectrum in nearly every way. Minus the fact that we both do anything and everything in snail mode.
Autism comes in many different colors, in its twisted spectrum. People on the outside see anger, loneliness, departure from the outside world. Inside the colors are brighter than ever, soaring in swirls around their mind. Inside can be frustrating, thoughts too big to push out. Not tragic, just challenged. Fighters.
When my chemistry teacher told me that white didn’t actually exist, I found it actually funny.
It means that our eyes don’t know what to make of the mixed spectrum, so it comes up with white.
lol
So I guess Whites aren’t actually white.
We’re actually a rainbow of colors.
We’re all gay.
Prisms. triangular shapes. roy g biv. Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo Violet.
I mean, it’s basically me; well, not me, my emotions for sure though.
The broad range of whatever the hell you want it to be.
0 to 100 real quick
Hel ll ll ooo
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
i don’t want to write about the word spectrum today. I don’t want to do anything, but fall into a coma and only wake up when I am no longer tired and feel dead. ddfuaifwadufihawef7agf87aiuwefkgayuifgawfg8aywe
Are you on the spectrum? Everyone is on the spectrum so to speak so who really cares? I certainly don’t. Rather than seeing my weirdness as a ‘problem’ (heaven forbid!) I see them as making me an individual!
The colour spectrum is a beautiful but challenging tool to play with. Should you opposite colours or complementary colours. It gets to a point where it’s all too difficult to play with colour and the only option is to print in black and white. But what a dull dull world it is when there’s nothing but black type on a white background.
The specturm of colours in the rainbow brought joy to hazel, remineding her that there was light and hope, this too would pass.
I honestly dont know anything about te word spectrum
except for it is being used in songs.
and to refer to light.
i just googled it
Specter, apparition?
A range; a continuous, infinite, one-dimensional set, possibly bounded by extremes?
Specifically, a range of colours representing light (electromagnetic radiation) of contiguous frequencies; hence electromagnetic spectrum, visible spectrum, ultraviolet spectrum, etc?
Spectrum I don’t know really what it means. Whatever you are working with, thinking, or doing there is no limit to that idea.
It means that you can do just about anything within that thought, thing, place. The worlds the limit. Anything goes.
“Spectrum” is a word, I have never actively used yet, I think.
It reminds me of science lessons like physics.
The spectrum of experience isn’t like light. It isn’t just limited to seven colors along with blackness and whiteness. It isn’t even just limited to ultraviolet or infrared…
How shall I describe it to you?
The spectrum of experience is everything and anything that could ever be thought.
I have no idea what this word meas but it remind me of the fucking gym pretty lame i need to go to the gym if i want to fit in that wedding dress and look fucking all fly and what not fuck it imma be looking good!
The earth turning under rainbows like a spark like watching the lake when the sun is moving and you are moving to laugh with the sun and you are trying not to speak in shadows but the sun is moving and it rained recently, you think, you were laughing at the sound of the rain and your laugh was the rain and the earth was moving and it was light outside it was bright under the
So far and wide across the sky as if taking up space that hasn’t even been thought off.
Ambition being the driving force of what makes the heart flip over in a person’s chest.
Striving for greatness one step at a time.
Colour. I’m thinking of colour. A spectrum of colour.
oh boy i guess we’ll talk about how color works
in this country
how we all talk about the black and white
and print the same goddamn things
but you know what’s cool nowadays?
they can 3d print shit like kidneys
and i’ve been hitting the bottle more
so maybe it’ll all come ’round
Potato.
Not a spectrum at all, but the only word that is in my mind.
A spectrum of potatoes.
Potatoes of all different colours, something I’ve never seen.
Light races through the gem in my ring as I write my homework for class tonight and I think there’s something wonderful about the way there’s such a spectrum to something so simple.
Kinda like laughter fighting away storms behind the eyes of someone you love.
Or being in love.
With someone like you.
The world with all its hues makes a spectrum which is unique to the eye of each individual in his own way. My hues are made of only one colour, that is, you. Your smile, your eyes, the beauty your body possesses and your laughter all form a rainbow that becomes for me what Buddha saw in Nirvana.
Iw as walking right a very beautiful garden. There are lots of plants, green and warmth. Their presence is like a warm welcome to everyone who comes to the garden. There are also a spectrum of light after the rain.
A full spectrum of nonsense is what most of my job entails. I wonder sometimes how I manage to maintain my sanity as well as the illusion that I know what the fuck I’m doing. It’s an interesting little balancing act. Between moving up thtrough the ranks and getting more and more responsiblity without really knowing wehther or not I’ve actually earned that.
The spectrum of feelings
That was falling over me;
Suffocating me,
Holding me against my will.
I didn’t want to,
But I feel this way.
I’m terribly afraid that
I love you.
the spectrum is roy g biv. black is the absence of color and white the collection of a visible colors. i suppose a personality under the the right light can be broken too.
The colors spread over the floor of the forest, shattered white light by the mist coupled with the rising sun. The spectrum extended throughout the forest and he thought of the spectra of many things, how there isn’t just black and white but a whole continuum of thoughts, practices and beliefs.
Kinda confusing about this meaning. I really need to check on the dictionary. I guess my vocabulary hasn’t expanded. Maybe I should put this word into my daily word.
She was beautiful. The kind of beautiful that seems like it’s dangerous. I knew that, but it didn’t change anything. The only fear I had was of what our parents would think. Of course, she hurt. Like a lightening bolt down my spine. Kissing her was kissing razor blades. She was a mirror, the kind that refracts in the sunlight, just enough to distract you. Beautiful rainbows could dance in front of her like a siren’s call. I followed those colors from one end of the spectrum to the other until she was finished with me.
i don’t know where I fall on the spectrum of anxiety —
but anywhere on it I’m scared
chest feels tight; so does my throat, I feel like I’m choked with a dead weight in it. my head feels heavy, dizzy. I’m cold. But my skin feels warm — where do the shivers come from? And the tears? Damn.
Spectrum. The spectrum is full of so many vibrant colors, yet there seems to be no beginning nor end to the start of a color. The color is just there until you realize that is not anymore. No new page, no final chapter, its just there.
Light, a spectrum of invisible colour.
how can you be certain that the one you’re planning on spending the rest of your life with, really is the one?
living with a person for a certain amount of years might give you an insight, but will we ever learn what is lurking inside our beloved’s mind? will we ever see what cannot be seen, and if not, will they show us?
A spectrum (plural spectra or spectrums) is a condition that is not limited to a specific set of values but can vary infinitely within a continuum. The word was first used scientifically within the field of optics to describe the rainbow of colors in visible light when separated using a prism. As scientific understanding of light advanced, it came to apply to the entire electromagnetic spectrum. Spectrum has since been applied by analogy to topics outside of optics.
Burning Red
Smashing Orange
Warning Yellow
Crumbling Green
Sharp Blue
Violent Purple
All destruction; all beautiful
All colliding to complete the ultimate goal:
Pure White.
Joshua’s teachers were quick to assume that he was “on the spectrum,” but the fact of the matter was that he was just very introverted and terrified of public speaking. He much preferred to sit at his desk or in the library, reading a new book that his father had bought him from the bookstore, or finishing his homework and scratching away at his dittos whistling to himself. The second fact that he was transgender did not help matters, and he would rather stay quiet so as not to expose his identity in any way at his new school.
He was the full spectrum, I thought, all the light all at once and that made him bright white. Like the light from a welder. I wondered if I held a prism up and looked at him through it, if he would break into a thousands shards of himself.
Impossible, I thought. Not only was he a million things at once, but he was only one person at the same time.