Harm is a moral and legal concept.
Bernard Gert construes harms as any of the following:
Joel Feinberg gives an account of harms as setbacks to interests. He distinguishes welfare interests from ulterior interests. Hence on his view there are two kinds of harms.
Welfare interests are
Ulterior interests are "a person's more ultimate goals and aspirations," such as "producing good novels or works of art, solving a crucial scientific problem, achieving high political office, successfully raising a family . . .".
Jameela Jamil (born 25 February 1986) is a British television presenter and model. She has appeared on various Channel 4 programmes, and has been a presenter of T4 since 2009.
Jamil, nickname "Jam-Jam", was born in Hampstead. . At school, Jamil says she was "bookish and shy [...] Back then it was all about comfort. I literally didn't care what I wore". Her interests include art and biology.
At the age of 17, Jamil was struck by a car, breaking several bones and damaging her spine. Jamil was confined to bed for a year; she weighed 126 pounds (57 kg) before the accident and gained 77 pounds (35 kg) while convalescing. She was told that she may never walk again, but after steroid treatment and physiotherapy she slowly recovered, using a Zimmer frame to start walking. She rapidly lost weight, returning to her original weight.
Jamil taught English to foreign students – including a nun and monk – at the Callan School of English, Oxford Street, London; she also worked as a model, a photographer, and as a fashion scout for Premier Model Management Limited.
Chazwick Bundick better known by his stage name Toro Y Moi, is an American recording artist and producer. His music has taken on many forms since he began recording, but he is often identified with the chillwave movement of summer 2010. As of 2011, his sound has struck out toward progressive rock, especially in a live setting.
The name "Toro y Moi" is half Spanish and half French, and means "the bull and me".
Bundick was born on 7 November 1986, in Columbia, South Carolina, and attended Ridge View High School where he formed well-known Columbia indie rock band The Heist and the Accomplice with three schoolmates. He is of Filipino descent from his mother and African-American descent from his father.
Bundick graduated from the University of South Carolina in spring of 2009 with a bachelor's degree in graphic design. Late in his school career, Bundick formed a close musical relationship with fellow chillwave luminary Ernest Greene who plays under the name Washed Out.
He has since been signed to Carpark Records, on which he released his first full-length album Causers of This in January 2010.
Am mum
Am dad
Im waiting
Am back
Am forth
Im waiting
Blood that runs through my veins
God must be insane
Creating man
Back
Back and Im forth
Always here
Im waiting
Skin
Im skin, flesh and bone
Blood is my home
The seas`s where Im from
Blood that runs through my veins
God must be insane
Creating man
Blood that runs through my veins
God must be insane
Creating the mammal man
Pick up a stone
And then we roam
Before it gets thrown
Away
And I may not say
If I one day
Might find it again
Blood that runs through my veins
God must be insane
Creating man
Blood that runs through my veins
God must be insane
Creating the mammal man
Water
Im stoned
The fire
Is gone
We dance
You smile
Were wild
Tonight
Blood that runs through my veins
God must be insane
Creating man
Blood that runs through my veins
God must be insane
Creating the mammal man
The plan overran pan
first time on earth
going to have to tell you how to laugh
smile like a star
a young disaster
you fist fight yourself like
look for the thread
try to keep the gloves above your head
time tied them tight
you can't pick things up
sit beside watch while
today's too much for you... you just want to go, don't you?
you're damned if you don't and you're dumb if you do
knock knock shoot the clock
slip into a sleep full of sweat
think you closed your eyes
see the water rise
swim like a child might
swear at the sun
fumble your words like a gun
you're rusting in the street
and you try to trust your feet to find you
someone un numb
today's too much for you... you just want to go, don't you?
aching in my arms, you've come to harm
you've come to harm, you've come to harm
die before you disregard the logic in your veins
you say the word again, you hear the word again, do you hate the word again?
step into my room
1000 of you
1000 of you
nobody cries
you slip out of your lies
flick (night) light dies
all of your cells yell surprise
death had beautiful eyes
death had beautiful eyes
soul in a spoon, heart in a jar, that's what you are
soul in a spoon, you're coming down soon, that's what you are
that's what you are, that's what you are
Betrayed desires
harm desires
wanting everything
even it doesn’t belong to me
wanting everything
even it doesn’t surrounds me
harm desires
with the deepest
Selfish depression
escaping from the darkens
Nothing has come of these
Enhancing hours
Of talking and talking
Without having said a thing
So I’ll be the one to masterfully
Break the ice again
It seems we’re getting closer
To falling in
We’re drowning with every word said
Can either of us
Distinguish fear from yearning
How clever we are to speak in a place such as this
Speaking of the end
Speaking on our bed
Do these sheets conceal you
Go ahead
And live your dreams
In your embryo sleep
Just gravitate towards me
Shut your mouth
Don’t you speak out loud
Make an impact
Put your ears to the floor
Hear the words we don’t speak anymore
Can you hear them?
As we were before
Reminisce, I
Don’t find it hard to differ
Who we are now and who we once were
But does it still hurt?
Does it still?
You forgot
Your share of pictures and books
I’m aware without ever having looked
Fen Chui relapse
What was it you took?
I’ve taken up coffee
And I’ve been drinking
My friends can’t stop me
And I can’t stop thinking
I’m still thinking
About what could’ve been
Tell me, does it still hurt?
Make and impact
Put your ears to the floor
Hear the words we don’t speak anymore
Can you hear them?
If so
Impress the addicts, oh-so over dramatic.
Death to anybody that you deem unattractive.
Welcome to the century where image is god,
Pay no attention to me, just keep your TV's on.
All those years we've spent so fucking pateintly glued
Below the profiting men, bring harm and send in the doom
Of me and you.
We'll use our bodies for lust.
I guess you're right, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're bored, strike a fucking chord
And stop posing for the dreadful product.
Blow a kiss back to a time before you knew how loose your
Lips could get.
And forfeit.
Be careful who you trust, I just can't take you serious.
Won't be the last to say it but enough is enough.
I just can't take you serious
I just can't take you serious
I just can't take you serious