ruinedchildhood:

I wish I wish

With all my heart

TO FUCKING PASS MY CLASSES AND FINALS

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bopeep:

this is what im on tumblr for

bopeep:

this is what im on tumblr for

evaded:

cygate:

movies with cool concepts but poor execution in writing

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aka the purge

legalwifi:

legalwifi:

hola guess what i’m watchin

whats wrong with you all

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lesushhh:

This will forever be adorable

fyliloandstitch:

What absolutely kills me about this scene is Nani’s use of the word ‘more’ indicating that Jumba has, at some point, actually made at least one crop circle.

cornerof5thandvermouth:

petitepasserine:

the-hairy-heterophobe:

ablogforemily:

shamelesslyunladylike:

the-hairy-heterophobe:

if anybody asks me why i hate men, i’m just gonna redirect them to this post.

it’s pretty fucking obvious that men only want to invest in breast cancer research to further degrade, objectify, and jerk off to body parts they already feel 100% entitled to. that’s what is at stake for them. 

what about the women whose “tatas” weren’t saved? how must they feel being surrounded by awareness ads that focus more on keeping women’s sexy-sexy-titties-to-continue-titillating-the-males than saving real life human beings and helping survivors? 

If anyone’s wondering, those posts came from here. It’s a forum for breast cancer support. Give it a read, and you’ll see how many women are outright abandoned by their husbands, sometimes after being married for decades, because their “tatas” couldn’t be saved.

This culture of “save the tatas” even goes as far as the doctor’s offices themselves. Most doctors request that the husband be present during surgical consultations, as though he has an equal say in the patient-professional discussion.

If the woman is single, as was my case, doctors have actually recommended postponing surgery until she finds a relationship, because “it could be nearly impossible to find someone who accepts it [your unnatural tatas] in years to come”. 

I’m 15 months post-mastectomy, and the date I had this past week was the first time since then that a guy hadn’t reacted negatively to my scars. The relief was so overwhelming that I was fighting back tears. When I told him —essentially warning him that my body wasn’t what he must be expecting — I felt so guilty; it seemed to have the same weight and shame as telling someone I had some sort of an incurable STI or a felony record.

I shouldn’t have felt that way. I should not be ashamed of choosing to live. 

Thank you for your important commentary! I hope you find someone who can love you for who you are and admire your strength as a survivor.

holy shit this just makes me so immensely disgusted and i actually feel sick to the core??? just. holy shit.

when my mother was getting a surgery consult for the lumpectomy, the surgeon actually insisted i was in the room with her and kept asking my opinion ABOUT MY MOTHER’S BOOB even though we were both visibly uncomfortable with the situation

i mean for fuck’s sake i’m her son, that’s a: awkward as hell and b: it’s just a fucking TIT, who cares if it “looks good” as long as she fucking LIVES, jesus god damn christ, why is it that doctors think a man has to sign off on a fucking tit???

fucking infuriating

anyhow fuck “save the tatas” campaigns

oklovely:

do you ever get sad because you realize that you’ll never be bestfriends with your favorite celebrity because they don’t even know that you exist

forsciencejohn:

reservedvomit:

oh the nineties

i know right that dress is terrible

foreveralone-lyguy:

foreveralone-lyguy:

mcfrappeccino:

i miss being carried in from the car after pretending to fall asleep

when I would fall asleep in the car my parents would just leave me in the car with the windows up then go inside and watch tv

now that I think about it we lived in the desert so they may or may not have tried to kill me by leaving me in the hot car

shingeki-no-mass-effect:

dajo42:

realistically the space under my bed is very small so if a monster did in fact live there it would have to also be very small

it would be some kind of baby monster

i would have to look after it

The true horror: responsibility