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You are ever a dream, and never a reality. You are a scheme, but never a plan. You are a wish without command.

B. E. Barnes (via hushed-words)

Every computer needs a “cleaning keyboard” mode where the keys would be inactive while you wipe them down

Tumblr Shortcut keys

Thought i’d help y'all out making tumblr easier to use:) 

J = Skip to the next post when viewing your dash

K= Go back to the previous post when viewing your dash

L = Like a post when viewing your dash (works only while using the j,k scroll shortcuts)

Alt+Reblog = Instant reblog

Shift+R = Instant reblog (works only while using the j,k scroll shortcuts)

R = Reblog (opens the reblog page - this is good if you want to add something first before reblogging)  (works only while using the j,k scroll shortcuts)

N = expands the notes when viewing a post from your dash  (works only while using the j,k scroll shortcuts)

Space bar = If you are viewing a photo or video set from your dash the space bar will call out the images so you don’t have to grab your mouse and click on them (works only while using the j,k scroll shortcuts)

Shift+ E = When you are viewing a post from your dash, this puts the post in your queue (works only while using the j,k scroll shortcuts)

Z+tab = allows you to quickly switch from your dash to your blogs and vice versa (works only while using the j,k scroll shortcuts)

X - Instant Safe!Dash! - hides all pictures!

Alt + clicking a gif - Downloads the gif to your default download location

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Este documento compensa años de sufrimiento nocturno

When SZA said “lonely enough to let you treat me like this”

The Universe is made of a vast sea of #conscious energy that has infinite potential. This energy has a unique ability that allows it to have infinite expressions which are achieved through frequencies. Genius Brain Frequency 80-82 MHz Brain Frequency Range 72-90 MHz Normal Brain Frequency 72 MHz Human Body 62-78 MHz Human Body: from Neck up 72-78 MHz Human Body: from Neck down 60-68 MHz Thyroid and Parathyroid glands are 62-68 MHz Thymus Gland is 65-68 MHz Heart is 67-70 MHz Lungs are 58-65 MHz Liver is 55-60 MHz Pancreas is 60-80 MHz

Colds and Flu start at: 57-60 MHz Disease starts at: 58 MHz Candida overgrowth starts at: 55 MHz Receptive to Epstein Barr at: 52 MHz Receptive to Cancer at: 42 MHz Death begins at: 25 MHz

According to Dr. Royal R. Rife, every disease has a frequency. He found that certain frequencies can prevent the development of disease and that others would destroy disease. Substances with higher frequency will destroy diseases of a lower frequency. The study of frequencies raises an important question, concerning the frequencies of substances we eat, breathe and absorb. Many pollutants lower healthy frequency. Processed/canned food has a frequency of zero. Fresh produce has up to 15 Hz, dried herbs from 12 to 22 Hz and fresh herbs from 20 to 27 Hz. #4biddenknowledge Song is “528 Hz Reflections” by @4biddenknowledge

Ohio (Lucas Jade Zumann x reader)

A/N: Hellooo! I won’t be posting a lot because we are back to classes where I live, and I have to really focus on my grades, but I’ll still post 💙

Character: Lucas Jade Zumann x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of accidents, abuse, alcohol. Crying. Swearing.

The characters live in Ohio.

SONG: Ohio - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness [Recomendation: read whilst listening to it]

Lucas’s POV

I ended a call with my cousin ,who was currently in London for an indeterminate time, because my food was burning. I forgot I left the lasagna on the oven for over an hour and once I opened the kitchen’s door there was a cloud of smoke coming straight to my face.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.“ I said taking the container out of the oven, burning my thumb in the process. After shoving the burnt lasagna on the counter, I headed straight to the bathroom to take care of the small burnt area. Luckily it wasn’t a big deal, just a fright. I put a Cars bandaid that (Y/N) made me buy in case something happened.

(Y/N).

She is a peculiar girl who deserves it better than she has. She has beautiful (Y/H/C) which half of the time is tied on a messy bun. She also has these beautiful blue eyes which most of the time red and puffy because of crying. Crying for different reasons. Sometimes because of the death of her family on a car accident three years ago, which killed her parents and little brother, letting her be the only survivor. A scar goes from her knee to the side of her leg. A constant reminder that she got away on the tragedy but her family didn’t.

But other times she would cry for a complete other reason. With her parents death the only family she had left was his dad’s brother. An alcoholic man. So this last three years were a mess for her. Being a maid to him, serving as his punch bag when he had high levels of alcohol on his blood, etcetera.

That’s where I come in.

We have been best friends since Middle school. She is a year younger than me and recently graduated high school whereas I did last year. She says I’m her last string holding her up. Two years ago I started noticing small bruises in her arms and legs, so naturally, I asked her what whas going on. She told me everything and we became even more close. I thought a million times on doing something about it, but if I told the authorities, (Y/N) would be taken away from my side. And if I took the matter onto my own hands I would en up getting hurt. I didn’t mind about it, but she did.

As I stared at the bandaid wrapped around my finger a loud constant knock on my front door was heard. I jumped a little. The knocking was still present. I ran down the stairs, opened the door, and was engulfed on a hug.

Your POV

I hugged him. That’s the first thing that came to my mind. My tears bluring my vision. The second my body met his, I broke down. Lost my strength. My legs stopped working. I was a crying mess. He let the both of us fall on the floor, hugging me tightly against his chest. My clothing was a case appart. I ran all the way down from my uncle’s house to his in only a pair of gym shorts and a bra. I still couldn’t believe it.

“Wh- what.. what happened?”He worriedly asked when he noticed my lack of clothing. “Why are you on a bra? Where’s your shirt?” I covered myself. Wrapped my arms against my chest. Brought my legs to myself. This action only made me cry harder, remembering what just happened.

“Whe-where were y-you?” I cried.

“What are you talking about? I was here the whole time” It broke him to see me like this. Never had he ever seen me on this state. So broken. So fragile. So vulnerable.

“Your pho-phone” I whispered this time.

Fuck.

“(Y/N).. I… was talking to my.. to my cousin. “He explained but quickly added “what the hell happened?” The sobbing got louder. The pain on my chest unbearable. He then proceeded to try and grab me bridal style, but I just screamed and covered my ears, remembering his touch. He got scared but didn’t let go of me.

“W-we need to l-leave, Lucas. Please.” I begged.

“I want you to explain me what happened. Besides: we can’t leave. What would your friends say? Your uncle. He would get really mad-“ he was cut off by my words.

“He touched me. He touched me, Lucas.” I cried harder. By this point The neighbors might have called the police. He just stared. A mixture of pain and shock.

“What?”

“He… he almost raped me. Please. We need to get out of here. He is coming for me. “ I begged hiding my head on his chest and taking a handful of his shirt.

“How- where is he?” Anger taking over him. “How did you make it out?” He sat on his bed, laying me on his lap and hldimg me close to him.

“I hit him with a b-bottle” I explained inhaling his scent. It always helped me calm down.

After a few seconds of silence he got up and tossed me to the side, leaving me on a sitting position. He grabbed a hoodie and handed it to me. Then started to pack some things onto a suitcase. We were leaving. That made me smile a little. But the image of my uncle forcing my shirt off and touching me made me tear up.

Lucas’s POV

Goodbye blue house

Goodbye red door

Abandoned bars where we would drink on weekends

There’s magnets pulling from the ocean.

I can’t forget the way she looked at me when we were leaving. We had been planning a road trip to the west coast for a long time. The only thing stopping us was (Y/N)’s studies. But now there’s nothing holding us back.

We started the drive to California.

Where it’s warmer.

To start a new life.

I’m gonna miss Ohio

but this time we’re gonna make it right.

As I look to my side I see a wide awake (Y/N). Counting crows through the tears on her blue eyes.

I place one hand on her lap, Just over her scar, caressing it. She simply looks down at my hand and places her own over mine, palm against the back of mine, interwining our fingers together. I give her a reassuring smile.

An hour into the trip she is sound asleep. Tear stains on her cheeks. Puffy eyes.

It started to rain. Something that often happened in Ohio. A small grin appeared on my lips as i thought to myself:

I’m gonna miss Ohio, but I’m not gonna miss the rain

So as I’m trying to find a station on the radio.

I know everything is gonna be beter on the west coast.

Better that the mess we left back home.

you can take away this trope from my cold dead hands

part 2 , 3 , 4

(Kinda) studying with my study buddys @bentostudy @bels-studyblr @starryeyedstvdy but more like having a good natter ❁◕ ‿ ◕❁

ASCENDANT CITY-DEPTH 

by Sungwhooan Lee

yea, can i get uhhhhhhh……. 3 urarararakas and 1 good froggo, thank you

Cushing's Syndrome

From what I understand, it is a syndrome which causes

weight gain in abdomen and back, 

striae of the abdomen, thighs, breasts, and arms,

thicker/more visible body/facial hair,

irregular or absent periods,

fatigue,

muscle weakness,

depression, anxiety, irritability,

loss of emotional control,

cognitive difficulties

All symptoms which I’ve been having.  So I’m like alright.  What causes it?

An excess of the hormone cortisol.  

This happens when:

You take something called corticosteriod for an extended period of time

The body’s own overproduction

Now, I am not on a corticosteriod.  My next question: Why would I be over producing this hormone?

A pituitary gland tumor.  Benign, but dangerous none the less.  

An ectopic ACTH-secreting tumor.  (ACTH is what tells the body to make more cortisol.)  These tumors, as I understand it, have an equal chance of being benign or malignant.  They are found in a lung, pancreas, thyroid or thymus gland.  

A primary adrenal gland disease.  Disorder of the adrenal gland.  Benign tumor on the adrenal cortex.  Cancerous forms of this tumor are rare, but with my luck… 

Familial Cushing’s syndrome.  Rare, genetic.  

Okay, so I’ve already done the physical exam, urinalysis, and the blood work.  Next question: What if I have it?  How goes the treatment of this syndrome? 

If the testing comes back and suggests so, I will have to submit to a CT or MRI.  Fun fun.

Treatment involves:

Surgery. To remove the tumors.  If they are present.  Then there will be drugs to take to replace hormones.

Radiation therapy.  Oh joy.  This will happen if the surgeon can’t remove the tumor or if they simply say I can’t have the surgery.  Six weeks.  

Medications.  More pills.  

Then, all which will be left is to take it slow and recover.  

I’m kind of really worried about this.  

florence : Out now x with love x 🌸

2009 Chopped basket: peanut butter, beef tenderloin, apples, and marshmallows 2016 Chopped basket: goat thymus gland, broccoli jello, sweat from Ted’s armpits, and red onions

Just Chillin’

I’m still not very clear on how Evie manages to climb up and turn herself around in such a small space. Cat mysteries.

Wishing you a nice weekend! It seems like the dragonfly tells us from which direction it comes.

True brother protects his sister…

closed rp//zombie-kenny and domain-of-magic

Merlin a scarecrow being was knocked out and taken to this lab that looked like it was being run underground. He was stripped and hung against a table with his wrists and ankles bound on each corner. the smell of drugs and the sounds of distance whispers woke merlin from being out cold. He looks around with blured vision. “where….am..I?” he asked himself. he hears the rattles from the chains that held him. “what…?” Merlin looks at each cuff trying to figure out what was going on.Then merlin hears the footsteps of the ones who were whispering to each other approach the room he was in. “aw, he’s come to.” said one of the scum scientices. Merlin growls as a response. “who the hell are you? what am’ i doing here?” merlin asked glaring at the man with his eyes turning from green to red. “we are the sciencists of this lab and you’re here so we can figure out how you can move. being a scarecrow and all.” the man smiles. “we’ll be back to disect you later.” the man chuckles as he leaves with the others. Merlin hears a rustling noise from the other side of the room where there was a single cell. probably for the ones who were their lab rats stayed.

from Tupac: Resurrection 2003.

FNS Uta no Haru Matsuri 2016.07.18 - Hey! Say! JUMP  + Kis-My-Ft2

RWBY Art Challenge Day 8: An Antagonist

Shhhhh I know it’s late…and out of order but I promise I did start it on the right day I just got…sidetracked *sideways glance at Willow *

Thank you for thirty-four years of the original Les Misérables production in London’s West End (October 8th, 1985 - July 13th, 2019)

A literal sleepy baby.