A Way With Words

i-just-have-a-lot-of-feelings:

Kaleidoscope

Inside my eyes

Secret little

Whisper-spies

Pull apart

The perfect world

Torn up

Into shredded swirls.

Purple blue

And red and black

-I think this is

A heart attack.-

Emotions

Flowing through my veins

Internalizing

Blinding pain

…

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #36 by Tyler Knott Gregson

The words
‘I Love You’
were stuck inside
knocking on the
door to my throat,
asking politely
if they could come out
to play
with you
today.

For those three words,
I decided to take down
the door and instead
put up a window
that I will always, always
leave open.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

(via collidingkiss)

(Source: whosthatgirl-itsjess, via imightbesomethingsomeday)

i-just-have-a-lot-of-feelings:

90sjamz:

Heart-Shaped Box | Nirvana

dis ma shieettt

(Source: drbaltman)

fuckyeahmolecularbiology:

Another picture of T cells - the soldiers of the immune system. They destroy rogue cells and intruders, and are made in a two-step process that starts in the bone marrow and finishes in a small gland above the heart – the thymus. In the thymus, they mature into battle-ready cells with specialised skills.

It was once thought that T cells (here dyed red) matured by a complicated sequence of chemical signals; however, recent findings demonstrate that only four proteins are required. Researchers discovered this by manipulating the chemical environment of a mouse embryo thymus (dyed blue and green), flicking genes on and off like light switches. The discovery prompts a paradigm shift, which could boost research into new drugs. Novel treatments could help rekindle immunity after cancer therapy, and even lead to the creation of artificial thymus glands.

surferdude182:

(by wei1881)

            Her legs were long and purple in the dark; I thought it wouldn’t matter where we ended up as long as she stayed monochrome.  As long as she was one shade of shame… I wouldn’t feel so guilty in the morning.

            I was wrong.

            I was wrong for even thinking someone could be so plain in the first place.  Everyone has secrets, and every second you spend with them is another inch into their deep, twisted, lives.

            She was licking my wrist, and I can’t even remember when I met her, but while she was licking my wrist I realized I didn’t care.  I didn’t care for anything but the purple and the salt and the strobe lights… I didn’t care for anything but the feeling of that tongue on my wrist, and my lips, and everywhere.

            The strobe lights painted the ugly bar floor the color of the ocean at night.  It seemed to be rolling, dark, and ominous… I let it suck me in.  I rolled.

            Her legs were long and purple in the dark, and her lashes were black, and her lips were so red.  Her face was a shadow, her hair was a net, and she had me even before she knew me, she had me.

            And I was wrong, and the morning was awful, but the night was so good.  I felt so incredibly guilty, but… I’d do it again, if I could, I would.

I stayed up late one night

I saw a star explode

And I ran outside

-With my tiny arms outstretched-

to try and catch all the broken pieces.

I wasn’t too smart then.

I didn’t notice how hot the pieces would be.

I didn’t think they’d be sharp,

Or quick,

Slicing through the virgin skin of my arms;

And they fell

And they fell,

And I waited, still,

To catch just one piece with my arms.

I didn’t know what I was doing.

I wasn’t too smart then.

I stayed up late one night,

I saw a star explode.

And I ran outside

To catch the broken pieces.

They fell,

And they fell,

Until

-I realized-

now, and I know what we are.

Those who wait on the ground,

To catch falling stars,

We’re all the old comets,

We’re broken and burned.

So I stay inside now,

My lesson learned,

I hide from those stars now;

They’re painful,

They burn.