Like I'm the only girl in the world...

yadda yadda I'm an MD and that!! Love my life, will become an ophthalmologist!

October 1, 2014 at 9:07pm
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WHAT THE FUCK IS MAGNETITE?

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1:29am
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mulders:

fox mulder is 52 and dana scully is 50 enjoy your night !

1:28am
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macbethpro:

October has arrived.

macbethpro:

October has arrived.

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September 30, 2014 at 9:23pm
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So I drank one, it became four, and when I fell on the floor I drank more. Nothing has changed, I still love you, I still love you.

— Morrissey (via hplyrikz)

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9:18pm
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Gillian Anderson for Red.

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2:34pm
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A gentleman’s thoughts:
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a-gentleman-thoughts:

A gentleman’s thoughts:

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9:05am
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Painkillers - how do they even work? Find out with today’s graphic, which looks at a selection of common painkillers, their structures, and their rough potencies. More detail & a bigger graphic here: http://wp.me/p4aPLT-wV

compoundchem:

Painkillers - how do they even work? Find out with today’s graphic, which looks at a selection of common painkillers, their structures, and their rough potencies. More detail & a bigger graphic here: http://wp.me/p4aPLT-wV

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1:15am
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Mark me

Yesterday we met, like any other day (not a day we live anymore but like we used to).

It was great to see you, now I don’t second guess me with you which is liberating. However, I definitely keep more to myself, more quiet than usual and it’s fine because now, as we are not defined, we just are together.

It was startling to hold your hand, I’ve been craving a hug a hug that makes me feel safe, that makes me feel somebody is there just for me, even if it’s only for a second, a second it’s OK. Holding your hand is like that for me, it wasn’t that way before, we had other things but now while I held your hand I felt I was happy and I didn’t want to let go. (Sure a second is not enough)

It was breathtaking to kiss your lips, to be with you. I miss it, I miss it everyday, I miss it even more today. I miss it because I remember how we were together and the time I spent with you, I guess I was afraid of letting someone so close to me because I knew -deep down- it could hurt so much if I was disposed of - like I have been-.

Well. I used to think I didn’t want to be the cool girl but for you I did, for a while, for you, I hadn’t been that for anybody else and it hurts to think I could but anyway … I sometimes wished I was different, that I could construct myself to enjoy the ordinary things to appreciate them, to not be so me, and maybe I can change, maybe but it’s definitely too late for us. (Right?)

I saw you and I was so happy (I hadn’t been that for a while so it was refreshing) I didn’t think, I just felt I loved you, it had been a long time since I felt that way, since I wanted you to be by my side, since I didn’t mind nothing, for a moment at least. And it was amazing, it’s always amazing to be with you and I guess I wanted you to mark me, to relieve past moments, to relieve us, but I guess there’s not us anymore, it hurts and it’s so hard to let go, so fucking hard.

At the end I stood alone, as one always is and one will always be, as one fights so hard not to be, but is destined to. Because even if you share your life with someone, at the end you are alone and it’s not sad nor happy nor frustrating nor depressing is just life.

I guess at the end you did mark me and for now I love you…I don’t know for how long will I love you but for a second today and for now I do and it’s fine by me.

(so inspired to write this wanting to sound like the amazing author Gillian Flynn, specially the book: Gone Girl. I don’t think I’ll be watching the movie though… seems kinda bland now)

12:45am
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journalisticjoe:

Here for this headline

perf

vanwynyard:

journalisticjoe:

Here for this headline

perf

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September 29, 2014 at 11:56am
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"Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be.”

— Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn