Lost in the thrill of it all .
Making a Dirty Jenga.
need to play this omg
ok but lets talk about those cookies about to be baked
Must do before I die
"Over the break I’ve decided to assign some —"
"There’s one minute left so sit down and solve this —"
"I don’t care if you have three tests tomorrow, it’s not my job to —"
#YES YES YES YES THIS IS HOW GOOD BOOKS SHOULD LOOK #i understand it when people hate cracked spines #but anybody that says a battered and falling apart book is sad #and thinks that’s not how you love a book #is talking shit #i love books and they look good like this #they are meant to be read and passed around and get crushed in bags because you can’t leave the house without them #you’re meant to dog ear the pages you love and underline in pencil and stick in stickynotes #if you want pristine you should buy an e-reader #because this is how you experience a book
i applaud you, dear tagger of the tags
This is exactly how my copies look.
The stalks of these flowers are already dried up, but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life. They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life the same time. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artifically with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact that he has to die and to postpone death.
My science teacher wrote this poem when he was in grade 9, which was 1985.
When you read it from a relationship perspective, it means that she didn’t like him, she liked someone else.
When you read it from Science’s perspective, “he” would be the Earth, and it explains how eclipse works.