So you like chemistry puns…

aceinnatailsuit:

captainriz:

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HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS BEFORE

IT’S LIKE THE WHO’S ON FIRST OF SCIENCE JOKES

We’re sort of like a team…

capt-red:

Okamiden (2009) baby kamis and new kamis.

asylum-art:

Street Art byDavid Zinn

I like when books are both good and easy to read, like nicely flowing, “like a waltz” =P (to steal a phrase from said book)

I might buy her other ones now that I’ve decided I’m quite fond of her words…

But anyway, its a good book, and I’ve played through half of it in one night- a thing which hasn’t happened for a while… Its nice ^_^

tardis221b:

DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP BUT AT THE SAME TIME YOU’RE SCARED OF BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP

OUaT Recap “The Apprentice” 4x04

Crap. I totally forgot I have the awkwardest family dinner in the history of awkward family dinners to go to tomorrow o_0

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"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I-"

Forgive me I am not sure how faces work…or hair…or like decent expressions?…or poses??? Why do I even take photos of myself…
Oh yeh! To show off Oberyn thus far! ^_^ It took me an hour but if you look closely you’ll see the first sigil has been sewn on to the tunic ^_^ Hoorayyy! Also belt =P

Forgive me I am not sure how faces work…or hair…or like decent expressions?…or poses??? Why do I even take photos of myself…

Oh yeh! To show off Oberyn thus far! ^_^ It took me an hour but if you look closely you’ll see the first sigil has been sewn on to the tunic ^_^ Hoorayyy! Also belt =P

falloutnovelli:

vikingsrph:

I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN

I AM ALLOWED TO CRY OVER SIMPLE THINGS

I AM FULLY AWARE THAT OTHER PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMS TOO AND THEY ARE PROBABLY WORSE OFF THAN I AM

DO NOT REMIND ME OF THAT WHEN I AM UPSET

MY FEELINGS ARE VALID

I AM ALLOWED TO COMPLAIN

WHAT IS SIMPLE TO YOU COULD BE STRESSFUL TO ME

STOP TELLING ME TO THINK ABOUT PEOPLE THAT HAVE IT WORSE

STOP STOP STOP

THIS IS IMPORTANT

mitsuka-chiaki:

I COMPLETELY LOST IT AT THE QUEER SORTING HAT

mitsuka-chiaki:

I COMPLETELY LOST IT AT THE QUEER SORTING HAT

"

one day in june,
my friend wrote me a list of things
i am good at.
she did not preface it with anything much,
only a simple
“here you go.”
the title of the document was
“your talents”,
and she had bullet pointed them in what seemed a very
systematic
and thoughtful way
and it reminded me of
hermione granger,
a woman caught between the pages of seven
books
that we had both
at some point
striven to emulate

on what i think is around about the same day
a year later,
it became very clear to me
that the only one in need
of such a list
was the same person
who had created it.

i found it curious
that a person could have such capacity to love
others
but not
herself.

and one day i caught her arm
and i looked at it
and she looked at me
looking at it
and then
she started
to cry.
and i am not sure what hurt more
whether it was the feeling of the tears soaking into
my shirt
or the thin, wavering lines of red
on her arms,
ones that she had arranged in what seemed a very
systematic
and thoughtful way
and the colour reminded me
of ron weasley,
who was a character i must admit
to disliking at first
but becoming fond of
eventually,
and one i know she
had always loved.

my friend is very pale and very slight,
and she is very beautiful
in a way that everyone but her seems to notice.
sometimes i look at her and i wonder at how someone so stiflingly
brillant
can have more faith in an ink and paper boy with a lightning bolt scar
than in herself.
but then,
i suppose,
these things have always been very strange to me.
my friend listed my talents
when i did not need them listed.

but i fooled myself into thinking
i did,
and she acted upon
what she saw.
i wonder now,
what i could and would
have done.

and i wonder if my friend
still hurts so much
that she feels she needs to cut
the feeling
out of herself.

and i will not ever write her a bullet-point list,
because it will be too long.
instead i have written her
this.
just over six hundred words of whispered nothings
and fervent wishes that they would make the wispy lines of red on her arms
go away
all of which i will never show her,
but she will find anyway.

and i will read her favourite books
forever
if i must.
i will not tease her for the way the pages of her copies are slightly
wrinkled
because she reads them in the bath.
i will remember that the characters’ middle names are james and jean and
bilius,
and i will not ever call harry potter
foolish,
or self-absorbed,
mostly because he is not
and also because
i see him in her every day.

i will love slytherins and i will love gryffindors
and heaven forbid i should leave out hufflepuffs or ignore
ravenclaws
i will watch every film at least
seven times
i will appreciate severus snape
and james potter
simultaneously,
and i will listen to every anecdote that she ever relates to me on the topic
even if i have heard it before.
if those seven books about a boy who lived
in a cupboard under the stairs
tell the only story that ever stays in my head
then i am glad that my friend picked a story
that is worthwhile.

and i hope that even ten years after i write this
she will still love the ink and paper boy with
the lightning bolt scar,
but she will love herself
just as much
.

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