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loki-has-a-tardis:

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.

loki-has-a-tardis:

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.

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“Get busy living or get busy dying.”

—   Stephen King, Different Seasons featuring The Shawshank Redemption (via kushandwizdom)

musicofthestage:

we were in the middle of a full dress rehearsal today, music all intense and blaring, and suddenly everything stops and there’s a moment of silence before the director yells “WHOSE. BAGEL. IS ON. THE STAGE.

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“Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.”

—   Oscar Wilde (via kushandwizdom)

“Them talking about you behind your back says a lot more about them than they could ever say about you.”

—   midnight texts to my best friend (via imjust-a-girl)

therothwoman:

gunpowderandspark:

According to the song Seasons of Love from RENT, there are 525,600 minutes a year.

One line later, there are “525,000 Moments so dear”.

So, doing the math, we can glean that there are 600 moments which aren’t so dear.

And I think I just used one of them by walking in on my boss who forgot to lock the bathroom stall.

this post did not even remotely go in the direction I was expecting it to

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