radar-one:

aggravatedtranscription:

sixpenceee:

You probably have heard of mitochondria (the powerhouse of the cell) and of chloroplasts (gives the leaves green pigment, used in photosynthesis). But did you also know that according to the endosymbiosis hypothesis, the mitochondria & chloroplast were once free-living cells. They were “swallowed” into other larger cells and became a subcomponent. Evidence for this includes the fact that both these structures have their own DNA and can self-replicate. 

Mitochondria is the prisoner of the cell

Free them
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radar-one:

aggravatedtranscription:

sixpenceee:

You probably have heard of mitochondria (the powerhouse of the cell) and of chloroplasts (gives the leaves green pigment, used in photosynthesis). But did you also know that according to the endosymbiosis hypothesis, the mitochondria & chloroplast were once free-living cells. They were “swallowed” into other larger cells and became a subcomponent. Evidence for this includes the fact that both these structures have their own DNA and can self-replicate. 

Mitochondria is the prisoner of the cell

Free them
Zoom Info

radar-one:

aggravatedtranscription:

sixpenceee:

You probably have heard of mitochondria (the powerhouse of the cell) and of chloroplasts (gives the leaves green pigment, used in photosynthesis). But did you also know that according to the endosymbiosis hypothesis, the mitochondria & chloroplast were once free-living cells. They were “swallowed” into other larger cells and became a subcomponent. Evidence for this includes the fact that both these structures have their own DNA and can self-replicate. 

Mitochondria is the prisoner of the cell

Free them

taylordswift:

nostalgic-skull:

Every girl wants a guy to look at them like this, but the truthi s you’ll never see it happen, because they look at you when you’re not looking.

and then he’ll rape ur mom and impregnate her with the antichrist when ur not looking omg 

taylordswift:

nostalgic-skull:

Every girl wants a guy to look at them like this, but the truthi s you’ll never see it happen, because they look at you when you’re not looking.

and then he’ll rape ur mom and impregnate her with the antichrist when ur not looking omg 

johnscowlick:

johnscowlick:

when my mom was pregnant with me on halloween she painted her big pregnant belly like a pumpkin and that was my very first halloween costume i was born spoopy

WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED MY DAD ALSO DRESSED AS A PUMPKIN FARMER WITH A PACK OF PUMPKIN SEEDS IN HIS SHIRT POCKET BECAUSE HE PLANTED THE SEED OH MY FUCKING GOD HOW DID I JUST NOW GET THIS

1. I promise you I can be better. I just need you not to leave.

2. My heart aches if you don’t reply. I quickly coming up with rational explanations to comfort my irrational behavior so I’ll develop mental lists as to why.

3. My calm temper is killed with whimpers because you didn’t say you loved me with the last goodbye.

4. My hands start to shake.

5. My heart is burdened with palpitations the size of earthquakes

6. All I can do is cry.

// the steps of my anxiety (via jwjb)

and just like that we go from everything to nothing. a hundred miles an hour to rest in a second. dead.

you can still smell the burning rubber from the trail we left behind. the skid marks tell the story of a love so passionate we had no other option but to drive off the edge of the cliff. like a dragon she breathed fire into my lungs with every kiss and made me feel like the sun, like somebody’s reason to live. she was the best thing that i never had and i was the worst thing she ever will. now when i dream about her i grab her waist as tight as i can cause i don’t want to ever let her go again. but i’m a sinking ship and i’m trying to evacuate everyone as quickly as i can.

she was way too greedy, wanting me to add ‘I’s to my ‘love u’s and sprinkle some sincerity on my miss you’s. why couldn’t our daily conversations be enough for you? she ruined everything when she said ‘I’d like to get to know, the real you’ cause you see the real me is locked away in a tower and guarded by a smile that would weaken the knees of nuns, domesticate wild beasts and you, you’ve got eyes that are too precious to see past that.

i never once put pen to paper when she was still around, maybe because  my lips left every poem that brewed up inside me at the base of her neck.  words scrambling up and down her body looking for a place to rest, preferably just above her left breast. she was rain on a gloomy day, a reminder that angels do cry, and when they do, it’s the most beautiful sight.

bolawa, tejuoso (via wnq-writers)