If you want to see a movie about a woman who gets divorced and moves to Italy, falls in love with an Italian, helps her Polish teenage hired hand to be with his star crossed lover, and then helps her pregnant lesbian best friend (played by Sandra Oh) to deliver her baby in her Italian villa,
…the movie is on Netflix.
Remember in 1993 when Jurassic Park was like…the end all, be all of special effects?
not gonna lie that still looks intimately real
I’m still somewhat convinced that someone sold their soul to create the special effects in Jurassic Park because that shit is over 20 years old and it still really, really holds up, better than the stuff in a lot of current movies, even.
Fucking witchcraft, man.
A tip from your favorite nurse
(that’d be me)
Always have eggs in your fridge
You just never know when someone will split their head open
Or cut their finger while cooking
And so on
See that membrane there?
While the blood is gushing - hold pressure and crack open an egg
Peel that there membrane off and put it on the wound (continue holding pressure)
The membrane will harden and keep the wound closed until you can get to the ER for stitches
If you even need them that is
Nature: 1, Band aids: 0
I did some research on this (because I do that now, fucking science get out) and it seems that this was done in the early 1900s somewhat frequently. It was used as a way to treat just about any kind of skin wound, from burn to cut to in at least one case an ulcer. It actually helps the wound heal not by preventing blood loss but by replacing part of the skin tissue and helping it grow.
It also helps in healing scars and reducing their visibility.
literally what every RM says to me.
having a dead parent is weird
because sometimes I say things like “max we should get a skeleton and dress it up for holidays and our children will grow up with it, and then one day we’ll tell them it’s Grandpa”
and I’m laughing hysterically and he’s looking at me like I’m a demon.
This guy can spin anything on his finger.
I’m still laughing at the fucking mattress omg
It’s actually the cushion that goes missing from under his ass.
the fact the other guy is just holding a basketball right there like they just took it away from him and now he’s trying to find replacements cause he is an addict
Opened my old soprano aria books.
What is this feeling? This feeling of not hating singing?
WHO AM I