Do Not Go Gentle

On my way to being me.
Welcome aboard.

It’s 2am.


For the first time I feel like I actually have a shot at passing Spanish.






Seriously, it kills me when I see people hold scientists up as pinnacles of logic and reason.

Because one time the professor I was interning for got punched in the face by another professor, because mine got the funding, and told the other professor his theory was stupid.

This same professor told me to throw rocks to scare the “stupid fucking crabs” into moving so we could count them properly.


thank you

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I have witnessed:

Two professors hiding around a corner and snickering, “Shhh, here she comes!” While a female professor approached and, when she finally found them, she proceeded to scream while pointing from one to the other, “You! I called your office but you weren’t there! So I tried to call YOUR office to figure out where HE was but YOU weren’t there!”

Two grad students standing outside a closed and locked door yelling, “Come out of the damn office. You haven’t left for days. If you didn’t have a couch in there I’d be concerned as to where you were sleeping!”

A religious studies professor apologizing for being late to class because, “security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit”

Watched a professor snort the results of my experiment to determine if I had the right final compound.

Two archeology professors toss priceless fossilized teeth back and forth in an attempt to figure out who is smarter by “guessing the type of tooth and species of animal before it lands”

Multiple fully degreed individuals throw dry ice at one another in an attempt to be first to use the lab/get that piece of equipment/or change the iPod song.

A genetics professor build furniture out of stacks of paper and planks of wood because she is that far behind in grading papers/responding. One of the impromptu furniture pieces housed a fish tank.

I could go on but I think that covers the larger portion of the insanity…

Every time it comes around on my dash, it gets better.

Yes, but vegetation in plot 5 was not sampled because bees.

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"can men and women really be just friends??" straight people are so weird

It is a fact that bisexuals can’t make friends. There is only prey.

*makes raptor noises*

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I studied for 10 hours today.

Breaking only to switch loads of laundry.
I am simultaneously extremely proud of myself and fucking exhausted.
Too bad there’s still homework left to be done.


My mother once told me that trauma is like Lord of the Rings. You go
through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like say
having to drop the one ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition
cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They
can sympathize sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely
they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. And they can’t
be blamed, people are just like that, but that’s not how it works.

Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married,
have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their
gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and
live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and
they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and
everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old
wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy
on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats
go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can
only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we
start out.

But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me,
we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to
them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic
leaders and great storytellers; they we able to turn all that fear and
anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn
from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their
homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it
like armor and used it to their advantage.

It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me, it is
suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn
to live with the ghosts of what had been done to us, we just may be able to
save others from the same fate.

S.T.Gibson (via sarahtaylorgibson )



The Mata Mata Turtle

Found mostly in South America. Its shell resembles bark, and its head resembles fallen leaves, making it an expert at camouflage. It is also an expert at looking like my nightmares.

I think he’s cute!


If you try to embarrass me by blasting Celine Dion radio in the ghetto I will turn it up and sing even louder.

wanting2die2soon said: I'm in love with that post of the kitten, I just recently recused a little kitten that was attacked and has a broken paw, and she won't leave my side, she lays here and licks my hand and purrs, it's so cute

That’s wonderful! There is nothing better than rescuing an animal and watching them grow and heal. The little girl from the post is still a bit of a spitfire when you first pick her up but she calms right down and immediately starts purring. It is absolutely adorable.