WHEN MY PARENTS WANT TO KNOW WHAT IM DOING AT SCHOOL

whatshouldwecallgradschool:




guess who’s going to a belly dance festival next month :]]]

guess who’s going to a belly dance festival next month :]]]




Starting to write my research paper.

2/25 pages complete. YES IT HAS BEGUN.

i should have been a lawyer, they were right

edit: just came up with the title: Deliberation of Death. unf unf unf!




PREACH. LET IT BE KNOWN.

xvxavier:

If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.

(via pandorasnox)




bread and butter

bread and butter

(Source: deformalady, via cookiemahzter)




am i getting less subtle or more desperate?

preach gurl preach

2paths2goby:

staring at the guy i like across the room

in 8th grade:

in high school:

now:

needless to say

  …all ma bitches love me




this will be me tomorrow after my final and work. skeletonized. prone position. likely dead. leave me be.

this will be me tomorrow after my final and work. skeletonized. prone position. likely dead. leave me be.




when worlds collide pt 2.

personal post.

Eating lunch with the detectives today after autopsy, and i see my exboyfriend. You know, the one that broke my heart into a million pieces and sent me into a 6 month spiraling depression…. that one. oh yeah him. And the guys totally see me freeze up and ask me whats going on, so i tell them about my ex. Well they had none of that, and preceded to harass my ex when he came up to talk to me. “Who gave YOU the right to talk to her” “Don’t think you’ll be seeing her later!” rude stuff. I was mortified and cowered into my thai food. He waved by and said we should hang out later to which a detective responded “OH REALLY.” :[[[[

not that i should have any pity for my ex, but my worlds colliding, seeing him after making up my mind to avoid him since im still a bit raw, and the scene that was made- shot my nerves to hell.

oh boy.




This is how my autopsies go. I don’t need no stinkin mask or gloves! just my pipe and comrades!

This is how my autopsies go. I don’t need no stinkin mask or gloves! just my pipe and comrades!







I'm a mexican-german assistant coroner, assistant laboratory manager, and a belly dancer. This blog is mostly about my daily "doings" but common themes are autopsies, cats, crafts, middle eastern dance, and the woes of a 20-something year old girl ♥




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