j0ye:

discounthandjob:

myfriendsthinkimgay:

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.

You people have some fucking issues.

Fucking self victimized fuckshits

> sexualized ideas of “saving womens breasts” for male pleasure is everywhere
> women who’s breasts aren’t saved are now being treated as less than human and cast aside
> women speak out about this
> ugly fuckboy declares women “self victimizing”

ya ok

"you people have some fucking issues"
well yeah??? people are dying from this cancer and instead of focusing on the people with it we’re placing the importance on their boobs, not only dehumanizing and objectifying them but literally saying without their breasts they’re worthless???? of course we have issues with it if you don’t you need to reevaluate your life choices

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black-quadrant:

i really just want you all to reach a plateau in your lives where you can say with confidence that you’re happy

and until then i hope you experience bursts of happiness wherever you can and soak up every single drop of goodness along the way because life is way too short to feel badly and i wish you the very best

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I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.

Epiphany. (via 1missedcallfrommom)

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glitchkit:

mentally ill people are the fucking strongest we are the best and we are winning

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A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.

Unknown (via zarax)

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