pbh3:

The planets, aligned.

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So I recently got this journal I’ve been writing in semi-regularly. I just write in it when I feel like I’m being overwhelmed by something, or when I need to reflect on something. It’s amazing. Makes me feel so sane. I hope no one reads it. But I hope when I die, someone reads it, and they will understand me completely. They will know why I am the way I am.

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

Who lives in Brisbane haha

yxxck:

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

This post just fucked me up literally
are-soul:

♚Dark/Glow Pale♚
objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”
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