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"Human liver in which the portal vein had been injected white." The physiological anatomy and physiology of man. 1859.

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I’m scrolling through my camera roll, looking for a meme to send to my younger brother, and I’m slowly coming to the realization that my humor is completely incoherent to anyone who isn’t one of my four friends.

'Foxfires at the Changing Tree' by Utagawa Hiroshige, 1857.

pope francis died without lezzing out. don't let that happen to you.

i deal so incredibly well with change!!! my natural reaction to it is just so positive!!!! i really take it in stride!!! i don't even give myself migraines and gastrointestinal issues and night terrors!!!!

sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

'Ariel in the Cloven Pine' from William Shakespeare's 'The Tempest' by Paul Vincent Woodroffe, 1905.

Everything was green, somewhere at the side of the road on the Isle of Skye

one must imagine sisyphus livin la vida loca