honey this is just ooze

This is a documented thing! It occurs most often with hearts but can happen with any transplanted organ. It's called 'cellular memory' and I wrote a whole paper on it during my freshman year of uni. It's also why some transplant recipients experience new preferences, thoughts, and sometimes behaviors their donor was known to have. Like favourite foods or drinks, subtle changes in personality (like becoming a bit more daring, etc), and more. It's usually temporary as the organ adjusts to its new person's preferences, experiences, habits, etc. It's fascinating and awesome and I would love to study it in-depth someday.

Which is why I want all of my organs upon death given to the same person. Hostile takeover from within.

I'm just trying to figure out what situation would require multiple organ transplants all at once.

Doctor: well the bad news is that all of your everything is fucked. The good news is that someone with an odd final request just died

fuck it, shimp.

*booking an mri* what if I accidentally have a pacemaker. what if I got secret bone surgery and forgot about the pins

NIMONA (2023), based on the comic by ND Stevenson, who came out as transgender in 2022

I found this on Pintrest, and I had to share

NASA advertising "do you want to be an astronaut" to tumblr users surely means something. What have you found out there, NASA? What have you found that you believe tumblr users, specifically, are best equipped to handle?

i’m gonna fuck the aliens

- Zefram Cochrane on the 5th of April 2063

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

kafka was so right i literally could have built the pyramids with the effort it has taken me to cling onto life and reason

High functioning dead girl

wizards trying to kiss but the brims of their hats get in the way. 2 dead 5 injured.

affirmations for crossing the road:

- i know what i'm doing

- the road will always be clear when i want to cross it

- nobody will ever beep their horn at me because i'm special

- drivers will recognise my divine right of passage and stop for me

citationless behavior

sourceless behavior

Baked with love, doomed for compost :’(

A tragic fate for the loaf, but the mold children are THRILLED

“you’re so chill” thanks i grew up around people that did not care about my opinion so i simply do not express it even if i am uncomfortable