Heart surgeon after 23-hour (successful) lung heart transplantation. His assistant is sleeping in the corner
saw this in the national geographic best 100, this was my favourite
Will never not reblog, it looks like a battlefield in some way to me.
This picture is inspiring
About 8 months ago, I diagnosed myself with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder resulting from a visceral reaction I had to the Breaking Bad finale. I watched the final episode like everyone else, expecting the writers to deliver swift justice to the sexist, sociopathic, but most importantly sexist villain that is Walter White–and like everyone else, I was thrown into an emotional tailspin when the episode didn’t sermonize the way I assumed it would because I had blogged about it. It made me question a lot of things. It made me wonder how its 2014 and television shows are not catering to my specific opinions and outlook on morality and artistic expression. It made me wonder why I bother watching television at all, when half the time, it’s not reaffirming the things I think and feel. Isn’t that what television and storytelling are for–to tell me that I’m right and that I have the good opinions that a good person should have?