officialshrekcult:

baby call me coffee cause I grind so fine

officialshrekcult:

baby call me coffee cause I grind so fine

romp2:

algae-orlando-bloom:

the fifth graders drew me weird shit at work

i love it

tiredestprincess:

ok new rule: if you’re gonna call me “cute” you have to specify whether you mean “cute like a little girl/baby animal” or “cute enough to bang mercilessly”

milktree:

the fibonacci sequence engraved on grass

milktree:

the fibonacci sequence engraved on grass

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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.

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

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

(via captainnipple)

"Note to self: “I love you” does not mean “I won’t ever leave you."
— Note 1.   (via chips-awhore)