an accurate depiction of the past five months

I can speak on this more eloquently for any interested, but! I survived.

Barely.

AMAZING.

Life: How was it?

yifers:

“But that was O.K. Knowing we would never see each other again—it was O.K. When you’re young, you think there’ll be plenty of time for everything in your life: counting all the grains of sand in the Sahara Desert, seeing all the people in the world, becoming greater than Jesus and Lenin and Lomonosov and Pushkin and Einstein all rolled into one, reuniting at some point with everyone you’ve met once in your life, befriending every man, falling in love with every woman… Life is a process of gradually coming to terms with the meaning and the very concept of never-ness. Never—well, so be it. Quoth the raven: oh well, them’s the breaks. Get used to it. Get over it. Life is a perishable proposition of rapidly diminishing returns. You could’ve become this or that; you could’ve been here and there and everywhere; but that didn’t happen—and well, so be it. There won’t be, in the end of your life, a joyous, transcendentally meaningful regathering of everyone you’ve ever met on your path, with stories shared and wine flowing and laughter lilting and happiness abounding and life never-ending—well, so be it.”

The protagonist had to be named Mishka. I teared up a bit. 

Read it. You won’t regret it.

Dating in Med School:

Automatic physical exam victim subject. 

drmufasa:

Yes, it is actually a meal.

drmufasa:

Yes, it is actually a meal.

(Source: malformalady)

If you don’t understand flow limitation in the lungs, think of it as a whoopie cushion. Where your butt is pleural pressure.
dressed-in-poetry:

Pushing Daisies

dressed-in-poetry:

Pushing Daisies

What Grad School is REALLY Like.

So perfect.

My personal favorite: 

Drinking Coffee in College:


Drinking Coffee in Grad School: