Tim Holt on why we still see the number of females in STEM fields fall way behind their male counterparts. Also see how geography paved the way for women in science.
(Source: explore-blog, via thatssoscience)
“To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and the water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter; to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring — these are some of the rewards of the simple life.” -John Burroughs
Tim Holt on why we still see the number of females in STEM fields fall way behind their male counterparts. Also see how geography paved the way for women in science.
(Source: explore-blog, via thatssoscience)
The relationship you have with the world is just like any other relationship. Every now and again, even if it’s pissed you off for no good reason, you have to look it in the eyes and say: I love you.
Wide awake tonight with my little friends Morphine and Percocet. Lithotripsy sucks; kidney stones suck.
Life is like a house of mirrors. And you meet all kinds of people that are bent, distorted images of you. But I met you, and you were a regular mirror ―something that made sense to me. It scared me, though, because I’ve never seen myself before.
When I was a little girl, my grandfather specially made a dark blue/gray dreamcatcher for me. He told me that any bad dreams were caught in the net and the daylight burned them away. The good dreams passed through the net and slid down the feathers to the dreamer. This is why you hang a dreamcatcher above your head. I still use his dreamcatcher today.
He belongs to Cherokee Nation and gifted me a tangible reminder of our heritage.
You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold.
Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever so close, you are second
hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin, standing
trial for your sins, holding onto yourself the best you
can. You are the smell before the rain, you are the blood
in my veins.