How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.

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Literally nothing on tumblr has ever captivated me more. This is amazing and it’s one of those times when I’m like, “wow, I wish I wrote that” because it is so amazingly accurate and perfect.
Being a person who has feelings that so few people can understand has got to be so incredibly hard, and we all (most people) recognize that now. But loving a person who has these feelings, and trying to understand the un-understandable…that’s more of an unrecognized challenge. I’ve never seen anything written so poetically from this perspective and I’m so happy that I finally did.

this made me incredibly sad. 

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This is my favorite of all. So important.

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this is so important

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Ain’t nobody suicidin’ today




I was sitting out on the porch of our bungalow eating my watermelon when I see what seemed to be a butterfly fluttering around. On closer inspection I realized it was a little bat with a bunch of huge fire ants biting him!! He was crying and trembling so I yelled for BF the animal whisperer to come help. He told me to go get some tools so I grabbed tweezers and chopsticks lol. We carefully pulled the ants off- we had to kill most of them as they would not let go of the bat. The bat stayed still while we worked on him and then once he was free he flew around in circles, flying SUPER close to our heads. I think he was thanking us :)

Omg😭 precious.

on the verge of tears over here



Patients of surgeon Harold Gillies during WWI and WWII

Okay, these photographs pissed me off a bit, because they don’t show off how much of a genius Dr. Harold Gillies, the father of modern plastic surgery, was.  Rhinoplasty, skin grafts, and facial reconstructions have been practised for centuries.  However, it was this New Zealander surgeon who standardized these techniques and established the discipline of “plastic surgery.”

The introduction of more destructive weapons of WWI and WWII resulted in devastating injuries. In addition, in trench warfare, the head was more exposed than the rest of the body, and soldiers’ faces were often shattered or burnt beyond recognition. Despite the best efforts of surgeons, many soldiers were left hideously disfigured. Traditionally, the edges of facial wounds were simply stitched together, but when scar tissue contracted faces were left twisted and disfigured, so a new type of surgery was needed.

Gillies rebuilt faces using tissue from elsewhere in the body. Antibiotics had not yet been invented, meaning it was very hard to graft tissue from one part of the body to another because infection often developed, so Gillies invented the tubed pedicle,” where he used a flap of skin from the chest or forehead and “swung” it into place over the face. The flap remained attached but was stitched into a tube. This kept the original blood supply intact and dramatically reduced the infection rate.  After many surgical construction, grafting, and healing, which could take months to years, the tentacle-like tubing would be removed, and (volia!) a new face!





He was also the first to do sex reassignment surgery from female to male in 1946, then male to female using a flap technique in 1951, which became the standard for 40 years.


oh man, this is amazing

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"Most of my photos are grounded in people, I look for the unguarded moment, the essential soul peeking out, experience etched on a person’s face."Steve McCurry 

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I design clothes because I don’t want women to look all innocent and naïve…I want woman to look stronger…I don’t like women to be taken advantage of…I don’t like men whistling at women in the street. I think they deserve more respect. I like men to keep their distance from women, I like men to be stunned by an entrance. I’ve seen a woman get nearly beaten to death by her husband. I know what misogyny is … I want people to be afraid of the women I dress. Alexander McQueen  (via lucifersempai)
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Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart. This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read (via fuckinq)
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“To judge a man by his weakest link or deed is like judging the power of the ocean by one wave.”