And When We Go Into The Thinking And Living Of The Ten Divine Sefirot, My Own Mind Must Become As Sharp

I have two groups of comfort shows: the ones that completely destroy me emotionally, and the ones that are just super light hearted comedies and slice of lifes. The second category makes sense as a comfort show but it's just ironic that the shows that have me bawling all the way through, somehow, bring me some comfort.

smoking gun

it fucks me up that pupils are black for the same reason black holes are. they have no color because they absorb all color that enters them. each of us carry on our faces endless voids which evade the traditional visible light spectrum, and without them we couldn't absorb said spectrum. They give us knowledge by destroying it. what the fuck is a black hole doing with that color then

Nobody:

Me: OH MY GOD YAYYYYYYYY IT’S NOBODYYYYY!!

Henry Jekyll, M.D., D.C.L., L.L.D., F.R.S., etc.,

Abraham Van Helsing, M. D., D. Ph., D. Lit., etc., etc.,

Patrick Hennessey, M. D., M. R. C. S. L. K. Q. C. P. I., etc., etc.,

Slowly amassing a collection.

so gemma was orpheus all along. when she looked back, called mark’s name, and asked him to come home.. innie mark realized he had no feelings for this woman. if she had stayed facing forward maybe the allegiance to his outie would have won out. but gemma turning around made him hesitate long enough for helly to appear. and when she called his name.. it was game over. eurydice embraced the underworld with open arms.

new s3 core four or bust. dan ericksen ben stiller you have my coordinates

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god