Life is a lot of things. This is life according to a nursing student living in a city with a bad reputation (while loving it all the same). I've taken solace in the fact that I will never become tumblr famous, but I sure as hell can try by being as sarcastic as possible.
Steve Irwin in a Jaeger would be entertaining.
Look over there. There’s a Catergory 3 Kaiju. Biggest one yet.
Ah’m gonna wrassle with it.
#yeah but who’s his drift partner. #a crocodile. #just a crocodile. #its not a special or humanoid croc its literally just a croc strapped in.
THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I’VE REBLOGGED THIS BUT I DON’T CARE BECAUSE IT HAS IMPROVED EVERY TIME
If you don’t read that in his voice you are lying
I bring myself happiness with the idea of a future but will probably be disappointed when it doesn’t happen. Dammit.
So I think I’m developing a crush on a friend.
BUT I WENT DOWN THAT ROAD ONCE AND I DON’T WANT TO FUCK UP ANOTHER FRIENDSHIP.
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.
Should I pre-game my managers going away party so I can be a cheaper drunk?