21 (He/They). Candidate for BS in Biomedical Science & BS in Biology. ADHD nerd with a weird web of interests. Visit my other blog: The-Journal-of-Beautiful-Things
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Being dumb is awful cause how am I meant to express literally anything in any artistic form and have it be meaningful? I don't want to say that I "pine his every touch and the lack of it twists my very being into a spiral of despair" because I know it'll never be nearly as good as what a lyrical genius like Lana or Billie could do.
#frustation#artists#im so dumb#my two brain cells are rubbing together at super speed just to make less than mediocre art#i want this man so bad#i'd die if it meant I could atleast kiss him once#i want to comb my fingers through his soft fluffy brown hair#and lie my head on his chest so I could listen to his heart as I drift off to sleep each night#i want to walk with him down a street lined with sugar maples in october#i want to laugh with him in the car#and look at him whenever a song lyric describes him#in a world of boys he’s a gentleman#id die happy if I were eponine and he were marius#cause i'd've died in his arms#i want to have christmases and raise children with him#i want to tell him how I feel and somehow not make him hate me#i still need him as a friend evem if he'll never love me like I love him
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I want to die. Accidentally just showered my roommate and her boyfriend in toilet water while they were cooking
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I feel like a deer that’s been hit by a car and left to die almost everyday of my life btw
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Get ready kids, because I’m about to tell you all about gamma gardening!
Basically, after WWII, some people were interested in using fission energy for good. One of the uses they came up with was to create useful genetic mutations in plants.
But unlike today’s careful gene editing, gamma gardens took the “just blast them with radiation and pray that the RNG gods give you something good” approach.
According to Wikipedia, the methodology was as follows:
Gamma gardens were typically five acres in size, and were arranged in a circular pattern with a retractable radiation source in the middle. Plants were usually laid out like slices of a pie, stemming from the central radiation source; this pattern produced a range of radiation doses over the radius from the center. Radioactive bombardment would take place for around twenty hours, after which scientists wearing protective equipment would enter the garden and assess the results. The plants nearest the center usually died, while the ones further out often featured "tumors and other growth abnormalities". Beyond these were the plants of interest, with a higher than usual range of mutations, though not to the damaging extent of those closer to the radiation source. These gamma gardens have continued to operate on largely the same designs as those conceived in the 1950s.
They’ve decreased greatly in popularity as the reputation of radiation has gone down the toilet, but one notable product of gamma gardens is the ‘Ruby Red’ grapefruit!

^ this is a proper Fallout-style mutant
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So funny to me that when I was in middle school I was obsessed with the Divergent series, and I wanted to be "divergent" so bad... only to find out years later that I am in fact divergent (neurally)
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Bruised a bone for the first time literally ever after slipping on ice and I'm very pissed because since when could that happen and why does it take months to heal
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Someday I will die. I'll just be a different set of a thousand organic reactions as the soil reclaims my body. But that soil will be the same earth you spend your life on, the same earth you will watch countless sunsets on, the same earth you will play with your first child on, the same earth on which your grandchildren will remember how happy you were and how happy you made them. And someday you'll be the same earth that I am.
We may never have been meant to be in this lifetime, but in some distant future, two lucky carbon atoms may bond as entropy drives the universe towards stillness. One of those carbons will be mine and one will be yours, and we will form the oxytocin in someone else's love story.
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It's fun reading writers who clearly grew up in suburban/urban environments as someone who grew up on a farm because they're always like "oh it was so creepy, woods at night, eerily breathtaking, something was living in there..." and it's like yeah that'll be the deer.
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tbh i was kinda disappointed the first time i sucked a dick. idk what i expected it to taste like but i was just like “oh okay”
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