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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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therockplace:

John Lennon, in London (August 11, 1967)
Photographer: Richard Avedon

(via sassy-mccartney)

"It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere."

Sylvia Plath, ”The Unabridged Journals”    (via oneheartinmybody)

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"He was like the sun, the flowers and the moon."

Bob Dylan on George Harrison (via hippierev0luti0n)

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telapathetic:

have you ever seen someone’s face and just wanted to look at them forever

(via poetryandthoughts)

conveys:

i didn’t have the patience to wait till morning to type this up on my laptop and screenshot it so i did it on an app and idk why my initials are so far down but bear with me okay (hope you like it)

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mysoulisinorbit:

jemmasimmns:

please don’t make people with depression feel guilty for their lack of interest in things or their inability to motivate themselves please and thank you goodbye 

on that note, please don’t make people with anxiety feel guilty about their inability to do tasks you deem simple and literally call them children and tell them to grow up because of it

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nirvna:

I JUST WANT TO BE ABLE TO GET NICE TATTOOS AND TRAVEL AND GO TO LOADS OF CONCERTS AND MEET NEW PEOPLE AND VISIT AMAZING PLACES AND COSY COFFEE SHOPS AND ADOPT CUTE PUPPIES AND SLEEP IN THE BACK OF A TRUCK WITH A PLETHORA OF BLANKETS AND STAR GAZE AND TAKE PICTURES OF NICE THINGS AND JUST NOT CARE ABOUT ANYTHING 

"How quietly we endure all that falls upon us."

Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns (via larmoyante)

abigaillx:

the actual, physical ache you feel in your chest and in your bones when you’re so sad is fucking awful.

(via thebeatols)

“The Beatles is over, but John, Paul, George and Ringo… God knows what relationship they’ll have in the future. I don’t know. I still love those guys! Because they’ll always be those people who were that part of my life.” -John Lennon 

(Source: beatlesneveroutofstyle, via david-bowies-lollipop)

bodaciousbeatleblog:

my favourite beatles story is when george and paul were young and would practice at the harrison’s and paul would be really embarrassed because they were “singing about love and stuff”

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