Love from a place of fufillment never love to quench a lonely thirst let your seams seep Self-alignment from filling up your soul-needs first
externally so much noise can exist but you have the power to quiet it by making space for self-awareness its expansion is your assignment
don’t let this world distract you from the Worth that You Shine with all that you ever seek for isn’t lost but deep down inside—always it thrives and like gravity, it keeps tugging at your Soul to Arrive
Resuspension Centrifuge & resuspend the oligos, The precursor to your macromolecule, Follow it by concentration & *dilution. To avoid resuspension difficulties, Heat the oligos to 55º C, and, Vortex in between thoroughly.
Storage Optimal conditions, For standard DNA oligonucleotides, They be followed closely. Store them at –20º C for long, At 5º C while performing procedures. Also, store them with fluorophores, For better visualization later. For standard RNA oligonucleotides**, The conditions be more stringent.
there will come a day when you finally arrived to me for I am the only one —your only one who can make you stop hiding from your own darkness and fear cause I have saved up enough light inside my heart for both of us
Its been 2 years and a month when you left I think i've move on. I miss you but whenever i remember what you did to me i wanna hate you! But your still hunting me with your smile and thats ***** you idiot!. Now your going back with your love one... I will smile with gratitude, when deep in side i was crying and trying to fix what you've broke. Your the reason why i was like this! Your the reason why i dont trust any guy! Im scared! Im scared to be rejected again! I wish i didnt meet you after all.
I want to run. Be free. Be the little girl they see in me, but plot-twist happen frequently, opening your eyes to things you didn't see. Burning the cheerful into your mind. If only I didn't once leave that behind. If I could return to those naive, fun days. But fun was out and sad was in, so I figured "well okay." I dived right in, singeing my skin, turning me to the pit. I was told, "don't follow your instincts", so I guess this is what I get. Now I sit alone, a pitiful lump of coal, as a dog without bone, or soccer ball with no goal. I'm heading to "God knows where" on a train called "Oopsy Days," and when I arrive, they will all be amazed. For I am the writer who will give them a story, for I am a lighter, and my flame gives me glory.