The best way to make a guy fall in love with you is to compliment him. The best way to compliment him is to say, “My, what hairy muscles you have,” in your best little girl voice. You’re supposed to be pretending that you’re Little Red Riding Hood and that he is a wolf…
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.
Street Faces by Aurélien Fontanet
When you laugh, the world laughs with you. Often times literally with creepy faces that appear to be built in to the surrounding sidewalks, walls, and devices. Quietly they watch, judging… contemplating some secret fate that is yet to befall you and fostering a perverse pleasure in not being able to warn you (they are inanimate objects after all, they can’t talk, you know. You’re probably just imagining things anyways).
I have seen the depths of hell in those blue eyes.
A̴͍̥̳̠̞̹ͩ̋̆ͤͅR̖͉̼̱̮͐̓ͤ̒̅͜͞Ę̵̝̳̖͓̮ͮ͌̿ͩ̊̃̈ ͇̱͍̙̍ͅY̊̋͏̥͙͙͍̖̬O̤͓̭̝̭̺͒̊̔̐͗́U̷͖̣̲̝̲͎̰̝ͨͦ̒̈́͆̆̍͡͡ ̛̱̩̰̞̙͚̯̳̍̆̾ͦ̓͘͡F̜̙̣̱ͫ͐̒̈́͒͗̽ͩ͒Ḙ̠̞͚̻͔ͩ͟͝E̻̻̹̹͋ͦͨͧ͟L̝̤̹̩̹͕̱͑ͤ̓ͨͩͤ͋̒Ȋ̧̠̞̬̼͇̞̲̻̒̀͘͠N̯͚̄̅͋ͤͬ̅͒ͣG̬̫̯̩̻̬̱̻̟̊̐ͭ̒̊̏ͮ̕ ̸̧̆̓͒͏̣̲̩͇Ḭ̻̩̻̱̬̌͂̉Ṭ̴̥̥̬̬ͭ̐̄ͫ͟ͅ ̓͒̀҉̤͈̭̞͉̲̯͝N̪͕̐̀͆͌́̽ͣͫ͞O͌̍͋ͫ̒̂҉̬W̦̺̮͍̰͉̣̬͚͒̓̉͑̌̚͢ ͂̄̚҉̖̮̩̜̪̣̦̼̣M̧͓ͭ̐̍ͧͩR̻̈́̈́͒ͮ.̬̹͔̮̣̑ͨ ̸̴͚̹̫̬̤͖́͋ͪ̉̓K͚͈͖̣̞̋ͣͯͭR̭̜͍͚̬̝̖̲̋͊͊͜A͔͋͊͠B̧̙ͯͨ͡Ś̫̹̪̺̣̹̳̾ͫ̊ͣ͐̏͠?͉̆͗̈͗̍͆̈͢͜