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Hej! I'm Vickie. Science geek, recluse, atheist and biology student. I'm a walking cliché, I know!


My posts are mostly about science, nature & animals (Felidae <3), nerdy humour, star stuff, tv shows, pretty girls, Stephen Fry and basically all things british.


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troubadoursmith:

Professor Brian Cox played Professor Brian Cox on Doctor Who today aND IF THIS DOESN’T EXCITE YOU THEN YOU ARE LIVING YOUR LIFE IMPROPERLY

glitorishh:

In honor of my new url.

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assstiel:

coffeeisoxygen:

just use the ass word

It would also help if you’re Dean Winchester.

it helps a lot if the angel is in love with you too

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seducedbyflowers:

Brian Williams latest postcard for the Ponds

belleuosus:

Under the Microscope

What common everyday objects look like up close.

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thedailywhat:

Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: Five years ago, Redditor Mantees found a tiny kitten. But it wasn’t your average kitten:

While I was on holiday in the south of Italy (was living in the north) I found a tiny kitten desperately crying with the power of a thousands suns. I decided to take care of her during my holiday, so that she would be stronger and more capable to survive when I would leave back home. At the time she was obviously too young to survive alone under a 43 degrees Celsius (109 F) sun. 

Her legs were clearly not okay, the mouth was also asymmetrical and impossible to close, probably because of a trauma, but the worst news still had to come. The following day I brought her to the vet who said that her eyes were closed not only because she was still too young but also because an infection ate both eyeballs. The vet also said that she was too weak, and that he thought that she could not survive. 

In the following days my brother and I started to take care of her eyes infection, ears infection, intestine worms and fever, while keeping her warm, feeding her with warm powder milk every 4 hours and teaching her to follow the noise of our steps and clapping hands. After 15 days Skunky was still weak but alive, but I had to leave. So I changed my plane reservation to include a pet, and long story short, Skunky is now sleeping in my bed, with the body under my covers and her head on my pillow. 

…what Skunky gives to me everyday is worth 10 times more what I might do for her.

Puddle of tears. 

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OKAY, ENOUGH! YOU TRY SPEAKING ANOTHER LANGUAGE!

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