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A relationship is like a house
If a lightbulb goes out, you don’t buy a new house, you just change the lightbulb.
Unless that house is a lying whore
Then you burn the fucker to the ground and buy a better house with lights that you can fucking count on.
This took the best possible turn.
icarus never dreamt of flying
persephone didn’t ask for a crown
daphne hardly wanted the love of a god
the myths are varied, true and false,
full of gods and monsters, fate and luck
but they are stories of more than magic
more than immortality and divinity
they are stories of people like you and me
people who didn’t pray for heroism
or for a throne high above on olympus
myths are stories of humans
who loved and lost like us
who fell from great heights
to even greater depths
the gods would never dare to tell
the secret of their myths:
but the truth is, the highest
form of divinity
The Maze Runner cast dancing.
collar bonesdry thinning hair??
a thigh gapdry peeling skin??
Ice cream or
hip bonesdull eyes??
a nice bodydeath??
Think before you
eatencourage others to throw their lives away by posting your pro-ana shit all over the internet where vulnerable naive teenagers can read and imitate your illness that you don’t even possess.
this needs more notes
my bank account about to be -20$
- Jimmy Fallon’s Monologue; September 15, 2014
Lavoisier is having none of your shit.
Heeeey so fun fact: the woman in that painting is Lavoisier’s wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette Paulze, who not only acted as Lavoisier’s lab assistant but also translated English and Latin texts into French so he could read them. But she didn’t just translate, she pointed out errors in the chemistry in some of the texts. Her observations of these errors convinced Lavoisier to study combustion, which led to his discovery of oxygen. She was also critical to the publication of Lavoisier’s Elementary Treatise on Chemistry in 1789. She kept strict records of every experiment they conducted together and drew detailed diagrams of all their equipment. She also threw amazing parties and invited all the brightest minds in science so her husband could pick their brains. After Lavoisier was guillotined she secured all of his notebooks and equipment for posterity.
In short: NOBODY KICKS MADAME LAVOISIER OUT OF THE LAB.
Also, a side note: My historian husband-to-be pointed some things out to me about this painting. Notice that Madame Lavoisier is looking at the viewer, and all the light is on her, while Lavoisier himself is physically smaller than her, in shadow, and looking up to her in reverence. This isn’t a candid photograph- all of these choices are deliberate. The painting isn’t of Lavoisier- Madame Lavoisier is meant to be the central subject.
I can just imagine Lavoisier telling all his colleagues that his wife is really the one with all the clever ideas, and them patting him on the back and telling him he’s sweet for saying so.
I LOVE IT
rage, rage against the dying of the light.
When the back of a book has a bunch of reviews instead of a summary
Except for Ellen’s book right
and tina fey’s