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Today in anatomy lab, we had the opportunity to dissect a uterus. Lo and behold, still imbedded in it was a pig fetus. 
There were oohs and ahhs, and a lot of “its so tiny!” “be careful!” 
even from this stage, you can see it’s tiny hoofs, it’s tongue, it’s fontanel. it so fragile. 
but it got me thinking..
This is an animal. An unborn baby pig. 
There was so much concern about these animals, but let’s put this in perspective— 
Human fetus, are some what like these. In the womb, they have tiny fingers, a tiny legs, and a beating heart. Fearfully and wonderfully made human babies. But-
How many children, how many unborn babies have been robbed of the opportunity to live? How many cries of the MILLIONs of aborted babies been silenced? 
“I’m not ready”.. “I can’t afford to raise a child” 
I don’t get it. Why murder a child who was just a product of your choices- spontaneous or meditated. 
Someone tell me

Today in anatomy lab, we had the opportunity to dissect a uterus. Lo and behold, still imbedded in it was a pig fetus.
There were oohs and ahhs, and a lot of “its so tiny!” “be careful!”
even from this stage, you can see it’s tiny hoofs, it’s tongue, it’s fontanel. it so fragile.
but it got me thinking..

This is an animal. An unborn baby pig.
There was so much concern about these animals, but let’s put this in perspective—
Human fetus, are some what like these. In the womb, they have tiny fingers, a tiny legs, and a beating heart. Fearfully and wonderfully made human babies. But-
How many children, how many unborn babies have been robbed of the opportunity to live? How many cries of the MILLIONs of aborted babies been silenced?
“I’m not ready”.. “I can’t afford to raise a child”
I don’t get it. Why murder a child who was just a product of your choices- spontaneous or meditated.

Someone tell me

A part or apart. 
Arms intertwined, 
but hearts distracted. 
Buzz. Buzz. 
That incessant buzzing begins to rule.
Another post, another update, another hour. 
Another cat video to share. 
So connected to the world, 
but disconnected to the ones right here. Waiting. 
I miss you. 
Buzz. 


-I’ve been captivated by this graffiti recently, and it’s such a vivid manifestation of what our modern society has become. Never have we been so close to people from all over the world, and yet so distant to the ones physically here. How many relationships have grown apart because they couldn’t disconnect from the net. 
just my 2 cents on this. 

#thoughts #banksy #plugoff #Florida  (at Florida)

A part or apart.
Arms intertwined,
but hearts distracted.
Buzz. Buzz.
That incessant buzzing begins to rule.
Another post, another update, another hour.
Another cat video to share.
So connected to the world,
but disconnected to the ones right here. Waiting.
I miss you.
Buzz.


-I’ve been captivated by this graffiti recently, and it’s such a vivid manifestation of what our modern society has become. Never have we been so close to people from all over the world, and yet so distant to the ones physically here. How many relationships have grown apart because they couldn’t disconnect from the net.
just my 2 cents on this.

#thoughts #banksy #plugoff #Florida (at Florida)

banksystreetart:

New by Banksy: Alternative New York bumper slogan spotted close to Sunset Park

banksystreetart:

New by Banksy: Alternative New York bumper slogan spotted close to Sunset Park

EVERYBODY LOOK UP, AND SMILE!
Student body picture taking sesh.
#Selfie #PCC #Florida

mishasminions:

SIR PATRICK STEWART & SIR IAN MCKELLEN: How to Be a Sir

(via suicideblonde)

Done did calc homework. 
#priorities #NCAA  #goKentuky #UK  (at I should be in room studying but..)

Done did calc homework.
#priorities #NCAA #goKentuky #UK (at I should be in room studying but..)

dreamofskins:

follow for more skins

dreamofskins:

follow for more skins

(Source: thestiffmeister, via walkovermydeadbody)

Nooooo! You’re too young, Shiloh! 
Hey, you gotta let you older sis go first. 😌

#allgrownup #ladykiller #Singapore

Nooooo! You’re too young, Shiloh!
Hey, you gotta let you older sis go first. 😌

#allgrownup #ladykiller #Singapore

Just like my Father in heaven, my father here on earth, never fails to put a smile on his daughter despite the distance between us. 

This random message was so apt as to what I was going through last night.. about anger, about patience, problems, about victory.. 
And I didn’t even tell him anything about it! Ha. 
Funny how this random text made my entire morning a little bit brighter. (Even tho its like 3 in the am) 

Love you dad! 😌
#reallygoodmorning #Florida

Just like my Father in heaven, my father here on earth, never fails to put a smile on his daughter despite the distance between us.

This random message was so apt as to what I was going through last night.. about anger, about patience, problems, about victory..
And I didn’t even tell him anything about it! Ha.
Funny how this random text made my entire morning a little bit brighter. (Even tho its like 3 in the am)

Love you dad! 😌
#reallygoodmorning #Florida

// 4314//

Sometimes. I just want to give up.
Sometimes. I hate people so much.
Sometimes. I just don’t understand why.
Why am I like this?
Why does the world operate this way?
Why are people so blind to what they see right in front of them.. WHY?
Why work hard and see no fruits of your labor?
Why even try?
Why?

Be crumbled.
So wild flowers will come
up where you are.
You have been stony for
too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.

(Source: icanread)

The difference between an addict and someone who’s drowning is the one who is drowning knows it. The addict will drink the sea till it becomes him.
"The Addict, a Magician" // Michael Lee (via thesempiternalsea)

The first time I saw her,
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the tics,
All the constantly refreshing images
Just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,
You don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
“Did I lock the door? Yes.”
“Did I wash my hands? Yes.”
“Did I lock the door? Yes.”
“Did I wash my hands? Yes.”

But when I saw her,
The only thing I could think about
Was the hairpin curve of her lips
Or the eyelash on her cheek-
The eyelash on her cheek-
The eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.

I asked her out six times.
In thirty seconds.
She said “yes” after the third one,
But none of them felt right,
So, I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time
Organizing my meal by color
Then I did eating or talking to her,
But she loved it.

She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye Sixteen times
Or twenty-four times if it was a Wednesday.
She loved that it took me forever
To walk home because
There are a lot of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together,
She said that she felt safe,
Like no one would ever rob us
Because I definitely locked the door 18 times.

I’d always watch her mouth
When she talked-
When she talked-
When she talked-
When she talked-
When she talked.
When she said she loved me,
Her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’s lay in bed
And watch me turn all the lights
Off and on
And off and on
And off and on
And off and on
And off.
She’d close her eyes and imagine
That days and nights were just
Passing in front of her.

Some mornings, I’d start kissing her ‘goodbye’,
But she’s just leave because
I was making her late for work.
When I stopped at a crack in the sidewalk,
She just kept walking.
When she said she loved me,
Her mouth was a straight line.
She told me I was taking up
Too much of her time.

Last week, she started sleeping
At her mother’s place.
She told me that
She shouldn’t have let me
Get so attached to her,
That this whole thing was a mistake,
But how can it be a mistake
That I don’t have to wash my hands
After I touch her?
Love is not a mistake.

It’s killing me that she
Can run away from this
And I just can’t.
I can’t go out
And find someone new
Because I always think of her.

Usually, when I obsess over things,
I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by
An endless succession of cars.
She was the first
Beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning
Thinking about the way
She holds her steering wheel.
How she turns shower knobs
Like she’s opening a safe.
How she blows out candles-
Blows out candles-
Blows out candles-
Blows out candles-
Blows out candles-
Blows out candles-
Blows out—-…

Now, I just think about
Who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because
He only kisses her once.
He doesn’t care if it’s perfect.
I want her back so bad,

I leave the door unlocked.

I leave the lights on.

Neil Hilborn.
Rustbelt 2013. Madison, WI. (via greeneyedtexan)
Angelica S.
premed
I am a girl people take for granted.