CURRENT MOON
the moon
fuckinggoddamnbullshitfromthetrenchesofunfairness

you’re cutting off my breath
testing me restless with this pointless destiny talk
you were supposed to be my rock
there for me no matter what
not only if and because i fulfill some fantasy you’ve imagined me in,
sinner
beginning again i contend to match wits with fits of terror
but bear with me as i fish for meaning there
i mean, it’s really only fair, after all

i waited for you

If you’re not afraid to be laughed at, you can do so many things
Mark Gonzalez
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
Tom Robbins (via larmoyante)
fuckyeahmolecularbiology:

Rival bacterial colonies create a toxic “no-man’s-land” between them when they come too close to each other.
Image Source: PopSci, originally by Eshel Ben-Jacob.

fuckyeahmolecularbiology:

Rival bacterial colonies create a toxic “no-man’s-land” between them when they come too close to each other.

Image Source: PopSci, originally by Eshel Ben-Jacob.

Never thought about this! So neat.

fuckyeahmolecularbiology:

Floaters are deposits of various size, shape, consistency, refractive index, and motility within the eye’s vitreous humour, which is normally transparent. At a young age the vitreous is perfectly transparent but, during life, imperfections gradually develop. The common type of floater, which is present in most people’s eyes, is due to degenerative changes of the vitreous humour. The perception of floaters is known as myodesopsia. Floaters are visible because of the shadows they cast on the retina or their refraction of the light that passes through them, and can appear alone or together with several others in one’s field of vision. They may appear as spots, threads, or fragments of cobwebs, which float slowly before the observer’s eyes. Since these objects exist within the eye itself, they are not optical illusions but are entoptic phenomena.

“oh squiggly line in my eye…”

Art is a lie that tells the truth
Pablo Picasso
emaciated

your scent is acidic
      it makes my mouth water

fuckyeahmolecularbiology:

Coloured scanning electron micrograph (SEM) of a human heart valve and strings. Pictured here is the left ventricle. The heart strings (thread-like structures in the image) are known as the chordae tendineae, and are controlled by the papilliary muscles. The structures at centre, known as trabeculae carneae, are muscular, columnar protrusions found on the internal surface of the ventricles.

hearts actually have strings…did not know that.

fuckyeahmolecularbiology:

Coloured scanning electron micrograph (SEM) of a human heart valve and strings. Pictured here is the left ventricle. The heart strings (thread-like structures in the image) are known as the chordae tendineae, and are controlled by the papilliary muscles. The structures at centre, known as trabeculae carneae, are muscular, columnar protrusions found on the internal surface of the ventricles.

hearts actually have strings…did not know that.

…the world is only the visible aspect of God. And what alchemy does is to bring spiritual perfection into contact with the material plane.
The Alchemist
fuckyeahmolecularbiology:

Staphylococcus aureus (pictured in red), the bacterial cause of MRSA (short for Methicillin-Resistant Staphylococcus aureus).

I had this once

fuckyeahmolecularbiology:

Staphylococcus aureus (pictured in red), the bacterial cause of MRSA (short for Methicillin-Resistant Staphylococcus aureus).

I had this once

jbirrrd:

vincentxanthony:

abigbigglamour:

pointlesspondering:


Animal rights protester agrees to be tortured
A YOUNG woman agreed to be tortured in full public view to try and end animal testing.
Jacqueline Traide, 24, was dragged, tied prodded, force fed and subjected to all manner of cruelty in front of hundreds of shoppers, Mail Online reports.
Jaqueline endured ten hours of injections, being smothered in different lotions, having her hair shaved and irritants being squirted into her eyes as part of a world-wide campaign by Lush and The Humane Society International.
The stunt took place in a Lush store window on London’s Regent Street, one of the UK’s busiest shopping precincts.
Passers-by were stunned by the display, with many stopping to take photos and record the gruesome spectacle with their phones.
The Humane Society says animals are routinely tested in this manner for make-up and perfumes.



If you haven’t signed the petition, please do!


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Fuck yea

jbirrrd:

vincentxanthony:

abigbigglamour:

pointlesspondering:

Animal rights protester agrees to be tortured

A YOUNG woman agreed to be tortured in full public view to try and end animal testing.

Jacqueline Traide, 24, was dragged, tied prodded, force fed and subjected to all manner of cruelty in front of hundreds of shoppers, Mail Online reports.

Jaqueline endured ten hours of injections, being smothered in different lotions, having her hair shaved and irritants being squirted into her eyes as part of a world-wide campaign by Lush and The Humane Society International.

The stunt took place in a Lush store window on London’s Regent Street, one of the UK’s busiest shopping precincts.

Passers-by were stunned by the display, with many stopping to take photos and record the gruesome spectacle with their phones.

The Humane Society says animals are routinely tested in this manner for make-up and perfumes.

If you haven’t signed the petition, please do!

Fuck yea

When you possess great treasures within you, and try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.
The Alchemist

I was complete when i was still inside
in suspended animation among the thickest viscous atmosphere
dwelling in the cavity of another’s pelvis
i was not yet a girl
just a pearl inside my mother’s oyster
cloistered from the influence of propriety
society’s cold grip had yet to fit it’s mitts around my tits and label me “she”
so i was free
but by then, sound was so ultra, it became vision
and it bounced back an image of an empty space
in the place where a penis should be
and just like that…my identity was married to the gender assigned me
so as i slipped out of my amniotic cocoon, I left behind my castrated power
and my mother’s son was flushed from her body like the abortion it was-
so much of my inherent worth…
floating in the aftermath of my own bloody afterbirth
so i shaved and i preened
learned to demean myself with sex as i searched for my missing member,
surrendering the last traces of my dignity every time i opened my legs
and all the while begging for the respect i was proving i didn’t deserve
unwittingly cursing myself for the perverse sense of validation i received
believe me when i say i’m sick
stuck in this vicious cyclical psychological trip
all in the pursuit of my stolen dick