1. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe the blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
    — Nietzsche (via azspot)

    (via azspot)



  3. (Source: aloofshahbanou)


  4. highlights from my trip to turkey (excluding istanbul)


  5. I hate men.


  6. just pierced my nose in turkey


  7. finally have a job with real money and a real pay check. i’ll be a family medicine resident physician near camden new jersey right outside of philly.


  8. noor3amoor:


    (via zaman-al-samt)


  9. turquoisekush:



    Obsolete: living; possessing life; not dead.

    Etymology: from Latin vivus “alive”.

    [Fay Helfer]

    (Source: victoriousvocabulary, via note-a-bear)


  10. The practice of medicine is an art, not a trade; a calling, not a business; a calling in which your heart will be exercised equally with your head.
    — William Osler (via medicalschool)

    (via leslibertines)



  12. sorry for last of posts/overly reblogging. keeping a low profile till residency results are out mid March.



  14. paxmachina:

    Ester Meerman - 'Graffiti of a homeless child sleeping.' (Cairo)