I would also like to say things get better, and they do in some ways. But it’s important to have a group of people, or even just one person, that you can talk to who are going through a similar situation as you. It’s really helpful. It can even be here on tumblr.

I’ve been lucky to have three…


Dear new grad school peoples,

Hang in there. Talk to people if you have to. 

Seriously important to share how you are feeling. Most graduate students feel overtaxed and stress. Depression and anxiety disorders are common and talking to someone can help.


"The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well."
— Joe Ancis

(Source: lisaedelstein)

"Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe."
— H.G. Wells

Until I am married!!



Collected a total of 100 samples of various lysates, extracts, or stains. The RNA isolation was by far the most time consuming today. This is the first time I have been to my desk since 8:55am.

Sample collection day begins.. 1/3 of these well-plates will be collected for protein and rna today..

  1. Camera: Motorola XT1060
  2. Aperture: f/2.4
  3. Exposure: 1/40th
  4. Focal Length: 4mm
"The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice."
— George Eliot

Applying for a marriage license is super anti-climatic. Fill out a 3 second form and then wait 24 hours.

Remind me again why gays aren’t allowed to do that?



These scene is amazingly well done. Here is the scene in the book.

“Lord Stark,” Jon said. It was strange to hear him call Father that, so formal. Bran looked at him with desperate hope. “There are five pups,” he told Father. “Three male, two female.”

“What of it, Jon?”

“You have five trueborn children,” Jon said. “Three sons, two daughters. The direwolf is the sigil of your House. Your children were meant to have these pups, my lord.”

Bran saw his father’s face change, saw the other men exchange glances. He loved Jon with all his heart at that moment. Even at seven, Bran understood what his brother had done. The count had come right only because Jon had omitted himself. He had included the girls, included even Rickon, the baby, but not the bastard who bore the surname Snow, the name that custom decreed be given to all those in the north unlucky enough to be born with no name of their own. Their father understood as well. “You want no pup for yourself, Jon?” he asked softly. “The direwolf graces the banners of House Stark,” Jon pointed out. “I am no Stark, Father.”

(Source: aryahorsefaces)