A Smoker’s Lungs for Transplantation?
Data from the UK show that smoker’s lungs used in transplants seem to show the same results as healthy lungs. The data studied people with “heavy smoking habits”, which is around 20 cigarettes a day.
This study shows very interesting possibilities.. Our current laws in the U.S. actually allow the use of smoker’s lungs to be used in transplants. And if a continued study shows the effectiveness of these lungs in trials, that means we can get more lung transplants out there, and less people dying waiting for lungs.
As for writing—I want to express beauty, too—but beauty (symmetry?) of life and the world, in action. Conflict?—is that it? Isn’t there a different kind of beauty? No conflict. I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind’s passage through the world, achieve in the end some kind of whole made of shivering fragments—to me this seems the natural process, the flight of the mind.
Shailene Woodley photographed by Thomas Whiteside for Elle Magazine, Nov. 2013
Our parents are never people to us, they’re always character traits…. There is only room in the lifeboat of your life for one, and you always choose yourself, and turn your parents into whatever it takes to keep you afloat.
Zonnebloemen (detail), Vincent van Gogh, 1888
"I love women," is not a get out of jail free card. Thicke pulled the same bullshit when he was accused of degrading women in "Blurred Lines": "When we made the song, we had nothing but the most respect for women," he said. How nice of you to say so, Mr. Thicke. Alas, your work shows the opposite to be true. I am fairly certain many of the men who buy sex and consume porn also think they do it because they really, really, love women. NOPE. You love women like I love wine — as something I consume selfishly for my personal benefit and as a product.
Meghan Murphy (No, “female-appreciation” is not the same thing as feminism)
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Earth by Mike Malaska
people underestimate my ability to cut them out of my life when they fuck me over
I’m shy and daring at the same time.
If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.
am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me