no one writes songs about the ones that come easy

cranquis:

satans-fabulous-blog:

gingerblivet:

molecularlifesciences:

angelicinnovator:

Biologists are jerks.

Our sense of humor is infectious. 

This needs to go viral.

The puns are pretty sick.

Oooh, those puns make me gel-ous.

cranquis:

satans-fabulous-blog:

gingerblivet:

molecularlifesciences:

angelicinnovator:

Biologists are jerks.

Our sense of humor is infectious. 

This needs to go viral.

The puns are pretty sick.

Oooh, those puns make me gel-ous.

#yes

want children so i can do this to them.

want children so i can do this to them.


"Excellence is never an accident. It is always the result of high intention, sincere effort, and intelligent execution; it represents the wise choice of many alternatives - choice, not chance, determines your destiny."
— Aristotle  (via anatomyandavocados)

"As girls, we will do anything for the person whom we love. We will scale buildings in the rain or run through fire if it means saving our love’s life. There is absolutely nothing more life altering than the fire burning inside of our souls for the one we want most."
— Jennifer Elisabeth (via simply-quotes)

"A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself."
— Hermann Hesse (via carpethedamndiem)

"I didn’t care about anything. And there’s a freedom in apathy, a wild, dizzying liberation on which you can almost get drunk."
— Lionel Shriver, We Need To Talk About Kevin
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"I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that are concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was… And I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed."
— Carrie Ryan, The Dead-Tossed Waves (via durianquotes)



 I used to work in O.B. , and up there I would deliver a baby, and then I would deliver a baby, and then I would deliver a baby. Today, I was puked on, spit at, bit, and then I tricked a psychotic woman, and then I almost killed a guy. - Abby Lockhart 

Requested.


dollgrave:

PREACH IT

All day. Every day.


dr-abby-lockhart:

pluginbabyevans:

 

echofades martellhales katietingting counting how many times kirsty said the word kim.


"

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

"
there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)

200degreemrfahrenheit:

Series of paintings discovered in an abandon mental asylum in Italy.