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Omgoodness... someone needs to remind me to keep my craziness out of public...
Did y’all know that the carpal bone connected to your metacarpal bone that connects to your middle finger is called “capitate?” Okay, well ya do now. I’m taking an anatomy class this semester, and my roommate’s TA told them to remember that you de”capitate” people with your middle finger...
So we’re walking back to the dorms after eating, and we’re listing out the names of the carpals. When we get to capitate, I make a jumping motion and chop my hand out while basically shouting “capitate.” Then I notice that we’re walking right past some random guy...
My roomie and I almost died of laughter... Probably terrified the poor guy.
(So, if you ever come across this, random guy, I apologize for shouting capitate (it wasn’t a decapitation threat, I promise) and laughing like a mad woman.)
Beautiful blog! ✨
Thank you!
Mi sono capitate così tante cose nella vita che ormai ho capito che l'unica cosa certa è la morte.
Anagogia
Blue...if you are still doing blog ratings :) 🌀
blog rates + poetry
“the color of redemption, the sky that becomes endless just as touching the serene storms of your soul. the shivering, the trembling irises, the fear of all your wildest dreams realized, into the depths, the worshipping fires, of the glimmering of your favorite eyes. the power of silence, the loud echo of all the loves of this world, becoming, shining and dying all along, all the doomed heavens there, far above. blue is the spilled blood of princes upon scarlet floors, the kisses stolen by a quite and dangerous moonlight, the gaze than in a crowded room just from you cannot hide. blue is the tempest and its rains, crashing all the rebellions of the restless ranks of too wild, weeping clouds. but blue is also the sun, the moment it no more, from its moon and the heavens from which he always runs, it’s able to part.”
Your blog is just what I needed on my feed! 💙
thank you ❤