Fuck, man. This hologram technology is beyond fucking sick.
HOLY SHIT, IT’S TUPAC! Fucking Coachella. Insane.
I’m trying my hardest not to live a life full of regrets & “what if’s”. I don’t wanna miss out on anything in life so imma do it all.
I’m not about that “care about everyone else but neglect myself” life. So, fuck it. I’m over this shit.
Always had a gut feeling I’m gonna die young.
I’m gonna start writing letters to my family & my best friends.
I might be crazy, I might be wrong, maybe I won’t die young, but if this feeling turns out to be true… I wanna leave everything out in the open.
Fall term almost over. Thank God. I could not hold on any longer. So over school. Gimme my Christmas break
Slowly breaking…
Crazy thoughts race through my mind at this time of the night. Thoughts of what if & what could be. The mind of one’s self can be a dangerous place, if you allow it to be.
At the National Institute on Aging, as at every major research center, the animals are grouped in plastic cages the size of large shoeboxes, topped with a wire lid and a food hopper that’s never empty of pellets. This form of husbandry, known as ad libitum feeding, is cheap and convenient since animal technicians need only check the hoppers from time to time to make sure they haven’t run dry. Without toys or exercise wheels to distract them, the mice are left with nothing to do but eat and sleep—and then eat some more.
That such a lifestyle would make rodents unhealthy, and thus of limited use for research, may seem obvious, but the problem appears to be so flagrant and widespread that few scientists bother to consider it. Ad libitum feeding and lack of exercise are industry-standard for the massive rodent-breeding factories that ship out millions of lab mice and rats every year and fuel a $1.1-billion global business in living reagents for medical research. When Mattson made that point in Atlanta, and suggested that the control animals used in labs were sedentary and overweight as a rule, several in the audience gasped. His implication was clear: The basic tool of biomedicine—and its workhorse in the production of new drugs and other treatments—had been transformed into a shoddy, industrial product. Researchers in the United States and abroad were drawing the bulk of their conclusions about the nature of human disease—and about Nature itself—from an organism that’s as divorced from its natural state as feedlot cattle or oven-stuffer chickens.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald (via ericabasolo) |
