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H, sadly.

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You wanna climb up the stairs, I wanna push you back down. But I let you inside, So you can push me around. If I leave before you, And I walk out alone, Keep your hands to yourself When you follow me home. I don’t want love. I don’t want love. We wake up with pounding heads, Bruised down below. I should have built better walls, Or slept in my clothes. So if I see you again, Desperate and stoned, Keep your prison locked up, And I will leave my gun at home. I don’t want love. I don’t want love.

Antlers;;;I don’t wantlove

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[ledamemangociana]

happy Ides of March all y’all plebeians

REMIND ME TO REBLOG THIS EVERY MARCH 15TH UNTIL I DIE

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WHEN MY FRIENDS THINK ABOUT QUITTING THE BAND

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In which I am the friend

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Happy birthday Shinji!

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Dear Jesus

[fuckyou-lucyf0rd-deactivated201]

Christmas plans sorted…

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Omg I’m gonna do this. Who’s in?!?!

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This line in my textbook makes it almost worth the $160 I spent on it

[johnliebler]

ART OF THE CELL: RNA Polymerase GIF

In Autumn, the proteins in our cells, change colors and put on a fantastic display before they flutter softly to the ground… no wait, that’s leaves. Nonetheless, this RNA polymerase sports the latest fall colors, inspired by the view from my windows. RNA Polymerases create strands of RNA from a DNA template in the nucleus. The RNA can go on to be used in the process of protein translation outside the nucleus. Sadly, cellular proteins are too small to actually have any color at all; the wavelengths of visible light are much larger, but at least we don’t have to rake them.

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And I remember every sound it made  The clouded out disguises and the grave  So yeah I know I’m still afraid  Of letting go of choices I have made 

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Hello darkness my old friend it breaks my heart  I’ve come to strangle you in spite of what you’d like  And don’t be a rascal, don’t be a laughing dog in spite of odds  All I’m deciphering from the spirits in the light within  All delighted people raise their hands 

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I’m not easily confused  The trouble with the storm inside us grew  But I had so much to give  In spite of all the terror and abuse

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I’m not easily confused  I feel alive I feel it glowing in the room 

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I tried to save the things I made  Oh! But the world is a mess, Oh! But the world is a mess  And what difference does it make if the world is a mess?  If the world is a mess!  I tried my best I tried in vain  Oh! But the world is a mess! Oh! But the world is a mess! 

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[cubchoo]

a shocking but not unwelcome twist

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Just reading my senior thesis makes me feel tired. 

[officialharvarduniversity]

Gotta get one of those BAN REPUBLICAN MARRIAGE stickers for the car

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I'm starting again Tearing my flesh Stripped to to bone The all that I've grown Leaving behind Breathe like a child It's taken the Winter To find who I am

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Today in one of my classes we were discussing methods of articulating sensory experiences for the purposes of writing ethnography:

After suggesting that we have a few drinks before writing, my professor, Michael, says, "let me give you guys an example." Talking to me, he continues, "shake my hand!" so I do and he comments that my hands are warm and sweaty as if I were nervous. I proceed to announce to my whole class that I have a sweating problem and that I am indeed not nervous (which gets a lot of laughter). He comments that is is healthy to sweat a lot, and that it is not so much disgusting as like grabbing warm bread from the oven. Still, over the course of the hour, he brought up my sweaty palms multiple times; it was quite amusing.