You didn’t seem to understand when I told you the truth. I always told you the truth. I told you the day we met that I was psycho, depressed, angry, and no where near good for you. But you believed the lies inside your own head. You believed what you told yourself about me. But you were wrong. They were all wrong. And I proved it, didn’t I?
If only you listened.
ONLY DEAD PEOPLE KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN U DIE AND THAT FRUSTRATES MEactually my friend had an operation last year and she was legally dead for seven minutes from loss of blood and she said it literally feels like absolutely nothing
that’s not comforting
This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.