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❝ My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t smile when I was talking to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all. ❞
—— Diane Les Becquets (via silents)


This is the chemical formula for love:

C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.

It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.

Let that sink in.

—— (via mrzim)


There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.

Remember that.

—— (via the-taintedtruth)


❝ Forgiving isn’t something you do for someone else. It’s something you do for yourself. It’s saying, ‘You’re not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.’ It’s saying, ‘You don’t get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future. ❞
—— Jodi PicoultThe Storyteller (via hellyeahitsrandom)




the “experience” project

All of a sudden you realize the people around you are talking of different things now. You’re still wondering what one plus one equals to but they’ve multiplied sixty nine with thirty-three eons ago. You’re still tracing the dots of a colorless picture but they’ve already shaped sculptures with their bare hands. All of a sudden you feel like a kid in an adult’s world and no amount of time can fix the gap. No amount of books, movies or stories can fix the rapidly growing barrier separating you from them. You wanted to get there so badly, you cheated. You created a bridge you couldn’t uncross. And years later, when time and longing has long consumed the desire and curiosity you had for what had once seemed unattainable, you look back at the other side of the bridge and wished you had spent more time enjoying what you had then. You wished there had been a catcher in the rye when you fell over the proverbial cliff and said goodbye to the endless and mindless world your youth gave you. You should have drank one instead of ten. You should have worn that long sleeve shirt instead of the black corset. You should have known the meaning of those words before you spoke them.

The smallest of decisions in our life are often irrevocable. And some things must stay the same even when the world tells you to change. 



At ZOO113: Comparative Vertebrae Anatomy.

I’ve been trembling from the idea of taking up this subject before the semester even began, but surprisingly, the subjects I’m majoring in are the ones giving me a headache. I’m more interested in the cell, its processes, function and structures. Because I can understand it. I can visualize the tiny things inside our body that ultimately define who we are. But I hate memorizing phylogenetic trees and scientific names. That was the reason I didn’t major in Zoology. (That and the professor I had in Intermediate Zoology was a major buzz kill). And yet, the bones are starting to look familiar. The germ layers are starting to make sense. And maybe, just maybe, my classmates in this 3 hours twice a week laboratory class are the bomb. 



BTS: UP ECOSYSTEMSS Photoshoot with the theme Colors of Autumn





❝ your mother
didn’t spend
9 months
forming your body
inside of her
just so you could
hate and destroy it ❞
—— bzq (via bl-ossomed)