Liz-The-Great

kumatsu:

becja:

being a cat would be way easier

Look I found a comic about me.

Thanks, Obama!

aspiringdoctors:

Talking to a friend who had general neuro service a few weeks before I did. This is her story:

A patient had to get insurance because of the ACA. So they went to the doctor for their first physical in at least 20 years and were diagnosed with pretty bad myasthenia gravis. Soon thereafter they had a bad flareup and had to go to the hospital and were put on a ventilator for a few days, you know, so they wouldn’t die because their diaphragm couldn’t do its job. After the ventilator was removed the patient was super pissed about this whole thing and ranting about how it’s all Obama’s fault they have myasthenia gravis and had all these tubes in their throat and needles in them and take pills and stuff.

It’s all Obama’s fault.

All of it.

fallontonight:

- Jimmy Fallon’s Monologue; June 4, 2014
[ Part 1 / Part 2 ]

fallontonight:

- Jimmy Fallon’s Monologue; June 4, 2014

Part 1 / Part 2 ]

doodlur:

"Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast and i will catch it."

doodlur:

"Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast and i will catch it."

larstheyeti:

the party
[theawkwardyeti.com]
[Heart and Brain Kickstarter]

larstheyeti:

the party

[theawkwardyeti.com]

[Heart and Brain Kickstarter]

Microbiology bracelet featuring some of my favorite pathogens. 

Microbiology bracelet featuring some of my favorite pathogens. 

awwww-cute:

I thought the shopping bags were a bit heavy

awwww-cute:

I thought the shopping bags were a bit heavy

whosthewhatnow:


O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

whosthewhatnow:

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

jackfrostciicle:

fe-liscatus:

mamakarkat:

WHY ARE PEOPLE WITH PENISES GIVEN FREE CONDOMS WHEN THEY DON’T NEED TO HAVE SEX BUT PEOPLE WITH VAGINAS STILL HAVE TO PAY FOR THINGS LIKE PADS AND TAMPONS FOR SOMETHING THEY CAN’T STOP

wow,

amen sista

Vote me for president I will make all tampons and pads fucking free

Because menstruating women will do what they need so they don’t bleed all over the place while people with STDs don’t do what it takes not to spread the yuck.

philosonista:

On my dash, it gets reblogged.

philosonista:

On my dash, it gets reblogged.

zulidoodles:

[[I had to ok I watched this dang movie four times already]]

Metaphors go over his head.

100soft:

Dancing Baby Groot!

100soft:

Dancing Baby Groot!

sylveonslove:

shinypokemonlab:

geek-studio:

If Pokemon Was Made for iPhone [X]

This is a goddamn nightmare.

Hey look I found Hell

mouseknits:

prettybooks:

prettybooks:

Bloomsbury Children’s Books revealed the complete set of new Harry Potter covers today! They’re so beautiful. Prisoner of Azkaban is my favourite, if you couldn’t tell. They’re published on 1st September in paperback and hardback, and illustrated by Jonny Duddle. 

If you were asleep when I posted these this yesterday morning, here they are again! Which is your favourite?

I love these illustrations soooo much.

contemplating buying a second set of all these books now, both for pretty covers and to see how they “reset to create a child-friendly reading experience”