Maybe it was never real, maybe it's not real, none of this. Life doesn't matter, there's no difference between life and death since it's not even real, it's a fake existence, nothing is real, and death is eternal. There is no God, he didn't create this, he didn't create a plain of non existence like this, he didn't create a world that shouldn't be here to begin, he didn't create people just so they can rot in pain. If there's no happiness without pain is there ever happiness, true happiness?
Yuki Mills, my best friend as well as her brother's, was only survived now by the red stain spreading over the floor that has long since been cleaned up. Jameson was home with his sister now, sure but its been two weeks since she returned from her coma and now my Yuki, his Yuki is gone. She doent like peppermint tea anymore. She hates all water. She wont watch bad sitcoms just to make fun of them. But the worst thing of all is that, her eyes dont sparkle with her usual laughter because she no lo
A unique close-up image of a living human brain has won the Wellcome Prize for microscope photography after it was taken during a surgical procedure to treat a patient with epilepsy. Taken by Robert Ludlow of UCL's Institute of Neurology, the image is a rare shot of a living brain - a view normally only seen by neurosurgeons, showing veins, arteries and grey matter flushed pink with blood.
"Methought I heard a voice cry, 'Sleep no more! / [redacted] does murder sleep' -- the innocent sleep, / Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, / The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, / Balm of hurt mind, great nature's second course, / Chief nourisher in life's feast." (II.II.33)