cunt-inq:

ocean-heart:

upsettings:

bl-ossomed:


A donor heart beating in a mechanical system which keeps it warm, oxygenated, with nutrient enriched blood pumping through.

sorry followers if I creeped anyone out but I had to reblog this, it’s so cool

same tho

This is like the coolest thing ever

i don’t even care if i’m creeping anyone out

cunt-inq:

ocean-heart:

upsettings:

bl-ossomed:

A donor heart beating in a mechanical system which keeps it warm, oxygenated, with nutrient enriched blood pumping through.

sorry followers if I creeped anyone out but I had to reblog this, it’s so cool

same tho

This is like the coolest thing ever

i don’t even care if i’m creeping anyone out

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hoe-bana:

Me when I have kids

(via passionatelydismantled)

slowartday:

Andreas Franke, The Sinking World

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feistyfrank:

when people complain about the ending of the catching fire movie

feistyfrank:

when people complain about the ending of the catching fire movie

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thisiswhiteculture:

white people

(via kenna-justkenna)

I cannot believe this movie is 10 years old….

(via jumpintotheskyandgethigh)

dekutree:

dyhomme:

tyannabriann:

insidehishead:

some of the most sensitive areas of the female body

kiss me in all the places 😩

Im tryna kiss the inside of ya elbows bitch

well im tryna fuck ya eyebrows off

^ reblogging for the comments :D

(via jumpintotheskyandgethigh)

Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via exclosures)

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sh1re:

happy easter

(via ruinedchildhood)

puppyluver43:

I don’t like morning people or mornings or people

(via orgasm)

comfortspringstation:

Kitten rejected by mother and raised by golden retriever

(via mz-nmlz)

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you. (via exoticwild)

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andisbetter:

Rain, rain, go away so we can open the sunroof in a sleek AND stylish Ford with amazing comfort AND technology. Yes, AND Is Better even with a windows-down hairdo.

andisbetter:

Rain, rain, go away so we can open the sunroof in a sleek AND stylish Ford with amazing comfort AND technology. Yes, AND Is Better even with a windows-down hairdo.