we are so very small and unafraid.

human extraordinaire

mpls

—i dont even know what is happening

theannieplanet:

karkinogeneticist:

i was deleting my facebook and then

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hOW DO YOU EVEN READ THIS? SO I PLAYED THE AUDIO AND THIS IS WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE

I AM SO CONFUSED

you have to summon satan to get rid of your facebook

(via dankleaf)

  • me: i want the thing
  • someone: i'll buy you the thing
  • me: nonono i can't let you do that

Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).

The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.

Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.

My Beef with the “I Love Boobies” Bracelets (via star-trekkin)

I will never not reblog this. So important.  (via youmightbeamisogynist)

(Source: politicalmachine, via stuckonnatali)

allonsyforever:

artsmermaid:

ITS A POST!!!!!! WHY HAVENT I SEEN THIS IN POST FORM BEFORE!!!!

David Tennant keeping a straight face in this scene is the best acting that has ever happened in history and no one can convince me otherwise

(Source: fadingfaye, via stuckonnatali)

Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.

—Anne Lamott (via parlouz)

(Source: jerfreyy, via phantom-lullaby)