true friendship is being comfortable enough to openly discuss pornography with each other
circadian \sur-KEY-dee-uhn, -KAD-ee-, sur-kuh-DEE-uhn, adjective:
noting or pertaining to rhythmic biological cycles recurring at approximately 24-hour intervals.My circadian clock, which puts me to sleep at night and wakes me up in the morning in a regular twenty-four-hour fashion, has a larger arc that seems set at twenty-four weeks.
— Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body, 1993Even a guard on night duty succumbs to the body’s natural circadian rhythms and would be far from alert.
— Clive Cussler, The Jungle, 2010
Circadian was first used to apply to the “circadian rhythms” of the body, primarily our daily internal cycles of hunger, rest and wakefulness. It comes from the Latin roots circā meaning “about” and di meaning day.
“Elementary, which airs on the CBS Television Network, is the season’s #1 new program, averaging 12.88 million viewers.
Elementary wins its Thursday (10:00-11:00 PM) time period in viewers, adults 18-49 (3.0/09) and adults 25-54 (4.1/10).
The series is also an international hit.
Elementary is the #1 show on Sky Living in the UK, a top five series on Global in Canada, the #1 drama on Network Ten in Australia, the #1 U.S. series in Spain, and a top five U.S. series in Germany and Italy.” —
Aww, look at this worldwide hit. (via mycrofttholmes)
put those away
poison & wine :: a mixtape
a mix for the end of the world. for the times when hope is lost. when you just don’t give a fuck because of who is by your side. soulmates are overrated, but you think you’ve found yours. it doesn’t matter how bad he is for you, it doesn’t matter what your friends say. you look at him and see a chip of your soul in his eyes and know, this is it. but the world is still on fire, and nothing lasts forever. little by little the piece of him that resides in you turns sour. a blackened spot that corrodes like acid in your insides. and perfect can never exist, and you should have known that from the start, and after all this time the world is ending, so you let go. reach into your chest and tear out the bloody pieces of your soul. you hold them in front of you, tattered and bleeding, and see they still have his name written on them. you bury them in the desert, iron staining the sand and you walk away. it hurts now, but it’ll hurt more later if you don’t.
clementine washington | hang with me robyn | theory of relativity stars | king and lionheart of monsters and men | you are a tourist death cab for cutie | sparrow and the medicine tallest man on earth | you are here wailing’ jennys | the night will always win elbow | poison & wine the civil wars | bonus track: hang with me (acoustic) - robyn
the ships that i end up investing myself the most in are the ones where at first im like, “meh i guess i can see that” and then somewhere along the line my brain just fucking snaps and i cant control myself its like a demons possessed me and im going 900mph to hell
Sometimes I wonder who smiles as my URL shows up on their dash