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thewhatever

Menstrakes were made.

cranquis

I’ll make it up to you. I incyst.

whisky--tango--foxtrot

How can I be of cervix?

caringintensely

Fallopian two weeks with your GP.

md-admissions

Per-Pap sooner

coral

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (via feellng)

#this book kat

coral

I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It’s just that the translations have gone wrong.

John Lennon (via feellng)

t-sukix

You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful - or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.

(via yungtemptress)

#note to self

joel

#future life #jas&kat

md-admissions

Give the top two diagnoses to establish your credibility. Then give the tenth most likely diagnosis establish your dominance.

pulmonogist quoting his mentor’s joking advice regarding how to sound like an expert in medicine (via md-admissions)

And it's still one of my favorites

mccoyquialisms

love letter from a scientist

I am not a poet. I am a scientist. I can measure the exact frequency of your voice when you speak my name, but I cannot explain how it resonates with such perfect clarity down my spine. I can describe the process by which you inherited your mother’s hair and your father’s smile, but I cannot explain where the twinkling galaxies in your eyes came from. I am baffled by the apparent gravitational anomaly that draws me to you with a force far too great for your size. I know of no way to quantify the volume of your presence in a room.

I am not a poet. I am a scientist. Prose is not my specialty. I will never be able to combine words to craft sonorous verses as easily as I combine chemicals in a flask, but know this — to me, you are every bit as fascinating as the view through a microscope. To me, you are a mystery greater than any cat in a box, and are fraught with as much uncertainty. Each day brings new understanding of you, and the knowledge that there is still far more to discover.

I am not a poet. I am a scientist, and there is nothing a scientist loves more than the the pursuit of discovery.

cupcakeacorn-archive-blog

who wants to move to new york with me

we can get a tiny shoe box apartment that’s too expensive

explore the city daily

become regulars at some coffee shop

have sleepovers in the living room

marathon our favorite movies and tv shows

sit together while we blog

always order in because we’re too lazy to cook

play board games

and idk maybe we could get a cat or dog

#bringing this one back KAT #almost a reality

thebritney

coral

pensivepenman-deactivated201704

“You’re my favorite,” he said offhand. “Favorite what?” she wondered aloud. “Oh, well,” he stammered. “Well, just that. My favorite pair of eyes to look into. My favorite name to see appear on my phone. My favorite way to spend an afternoon. Fill in the blank, Beautiful…I left it at favorite for a reason.” “You’re my favorite too,” she whispered.

(via elenamjacobs)