Ask me how deep the ocean is.
Shut up.
All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.
fakeorgasm:

Small people, big places by Kylie Mohr on Flickr.
fandom-universe:

kungfucarrie:

The most dangerous phrase in the language is, “we’ve always done it this way.”

"Come on, let’s mix it up!" The heart surgeon says.
"B-but we’ve always done it this way!" The other replies, "this is how you replace a heart valve."
"That’s the most dangerous phrase in the human language!" The first surgeon replies haughtily as he inputs a fruit loop into the patient’s heart. "This will be his valve. He will be a fruit loop in a world of Cheerios."

katara:

i’m not racist i love chinese food 

(via drinking)

officialunitedstates:

who needs friends when you have inactive followers

(via heart)

brutalgeneration:

once there was a path by ephebic bears on Flickr.

beyoncevevo:

i have followers but i feel like more then half of u are inactive or dead

(via heart)

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
oxyqn:

aesthetic pale & glow glow blog
florderst:

shawnali:

The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands. 

I don’t care if people unfollow this is spectacular