Crimson and the Blue

Jayhawk, Humanist, Owl Lover, Chemistry Major, Mojave Courier, Phlebotomist, Amateur Artist, Introvert.

Sometimes my mind wanders at night. Thinking about the patients and people I cross paths with everyday. I wonder about the man in ICU or about the little boy that was flown out. I wonder about the things that happened to them. If they are okay now. If any family reached out to him or if anyone that actually cares about him knows about his condition or if he is going to make a full recover. I wonder if his schoolmates worry about him or if his desk will remain empty or if anyone of them knew his name. I wish I wasn’t so impressionable towards these things. I wish I could do something more for them.

Is it too much to ask someone to give a fuck about you, when you give all fucks about them every single time?

(Source: , via sanswaffles)

Anonymous said: Are you dead?

Not yet :3 (To my followers: I’ve just had limited online access and I’ll be back on once I get a high speed isp)

“At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.”

—   Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)

(Source: lustsandluxuries, via politicalprof)

grrrenadine:

Band of Brothers, episode 6 “Bastogne”.

grrrenadine:

Band of Brothers, episode 6 “Bastogne”.

befriande:

Sleep Awake - Mother Mother

(Source: benigoat, via hopelafren)

“Never confuse a single failure for a final defeat.”

—   F. Scott Fitzgerald (via eclatantly)

(Source: fuckyeahfitzgerald, via sanswaffles)

I’m terrified of losing my old man as much as I don’t agree with him. Seeing everything slowly crack and fall around us makes me realize that even I can’t bear his burdens much less my own and my family’s.

sparkeswood said: So I just got back from my trip to China and I wanted to let you know that you have a twin in Beijing. Weird, but I saw several Chinese that looked like my Mexican friends from Liberal..

Like a doppelgänger? Are you telling me that all minorities look a like to you?!? HMMMMM!? No, I know what you mean xD how was the trip?

youngstero:

SOMEONE THOUGHT ABOUT YOU A LOT TODAY PROBABLY

(via espanameg)

lawrenceks:

…Campanile & Frazier Hall… (by Ashley.Bliss)

lawrenceks:

…Campanile & Frazier Hall… (by Ashley.Bliss)

kevinnuut:

Idris Elba doodle for Lacey.

"So where would you rather die? Here? or in a Jaeger! on a zebra?”

kevinnuut:

Idris Elba doodle for Lacey.

"So where would you rather die? Here? or in a Jaeger! on a zebra?”