loser-fish:

Today in biology the teacher asked “why do chromosomes have to stick together?” And I whispered “because they’re bromosomes” and the guy next to me just about died laughing

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koblala:

jayrockin:

Snowflakes are actually the perfect metaphor for people. Each one IS unique, but we all have the same structure and are pretty similar in spite of our differences. And really, with as many around as there is, aint no one gonna notice your differences unless they care enough to look closely.

People are also similar to snowflakes in that it is difficult to drive when there are too many of them piled up on the road.

Well that took a turn I didn’t expect

(via greetings)

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happywater:

hey how you doin lil mama lemme whisper in yo ear

(via gnarly)

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loserhoe:

Metro Ligne 6 Paris 2013 by Fabio Costa

loserhoe:

Metro Ligne 6 Paris 2013 by Fabio Costa

(via nictof0bia)

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codeinewarrior:

sirslyyyy:

codeinewarrior:

i feel so whack judging lame people in relationships im so bitter that nerds can be happy

So just because someone doesn’t fit your definition of “cool” they’re not allowed to be in a happy, healthy relationship? Maybe that’s why you’re single.

im single because every sexual partner ive had has died from immense physical trauma due to my gigantic wiener. so maybe take a walk in my shoes before you judge…

(via asian)

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http://rhyse.ca/post/97742108616/theunwrittin-rhyse-i-have-never-seen-a →

theunwrittin:

rhyse:

i have never seen a skinny girl be taunted and poked and prodded and have things thrown at her in class only for the teacher to ignore it

i have never seen a kid call another kids mom a “twig”

i have never seen photos of skinny people doing normal things…

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indigenousdialogues:

Like all trees which had an ability to hold their leaves or needles through the winter, they [yew trees] are associated with magic, with special properties. It is said that yews symbolised death and resurrection, that they grew in sacred places, that the poison in their needles also had healing properties. At night, yews are always darker than the sunless sky against which they are seen, as though they absorb any residual light, sucking in the faint glow of stars and the moon. Nothing is emitted, nothing escapes. It is as though the thousand years of memory and change are compressed in that dense flesh, its cells toughened by the experience of the years. It is said that a post made from yew lasts longer than a post of iron.Yew trees acquire their own mythology by accretion, by the desires of others. […] The stories and legends of yew trees eclipse all others, in the same way that the dense shade of the yew banishes other growth, as though the tree must remain aloof, not part of the growing, dying, ephemeral green world of the surrounding land.© Ian Hill, from ‘Darker Than Night’ via his blog, The Printed Land / Image: Yew Tree, Borrowdale [‘The Borrowdale Yews’. One of an ancient group of yew trees, mentioned by Wordsworth, near Seathwaite].

indigenousdialogues:

Like all trees which had an ability to hold their leaves or needles through the winter, they [yew trees] are associated with magic, with special properties. It is said that yews symbolised death and resurrection, that they grew in sacred places, that the poison in their needles also had healing properties. At night, yews are always darker than the sunless sky against which they are seen, as though they absorb any residual light, sucking in the faint glow of stars and the moon. Nothing is emitted, nothing escapes. It is as though the thousand years of memory and change are compressed in that dense flesh, its cells toughened by the experience of the years. It is said that a post made from yew lasts longer than a post of iron.

Yew trees acquire their own mythology by accretion, by the desires of others. […] The stories and legends of yew trees eclipse all others, in the same way that the dense shade of the yew banishes other growth, as though the tree must remain aloof, not part of the growing, dying, ephemeral green world of the surrounding land.

© Ian Hill, from ‘Darker Than Night’ via his blog, The Printed Land / Image: Yew Tree, Borrowdale [‘The Borrowdale Yews’. One of an ancient group of yew trees, mentioned by Wordsworth, near Seathwaite].

(via moonawakening)

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brbjellyfishing:

fun prank: wake up during open heart surgery and sing don’t go breakin’ my heart to the surgeon

(via unshaped)

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