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 quoilecanard)
*raps nervously* don’t be mean to my friends *fumbles with the mic* i’ll kick your ass *starts crying* i’ll kick your ass so hard *breaks down in tears* n-nigga…
Metatron is spinning in lazy circles in Naomi’s desk chair, trying to decide which Heaven he wants to study for the day, and the door to the White Room slams open. Messy brown hair, blue eyes, and a familiar scowl greet him. Marv frowns. “Castiel. You weren’t supposed to die this soon. Your story won’t be an interesting one.”
Marv is hauled out of the chair by the front of his sweater and shaken like a ragdoll. “My name is Jimmy Novak. I’m from Pontiac, Illinois, and I’m fucking sick of angels.”
GOOD NI GHT
my emotions 50% of the time is !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
im having like heart palpitatios also my fingers hare having a hard time typing and my eyes are going weird im going to bed good night haha h
NOA I AM GOING TO KISS YOU