” Through Every Dark Night , There’s Always A Bright Day After That. So No Matter How Hard It Gets, Keep Your Head Up && Handle it .”

” Through Every Dark Night , There’s Always A Bright Day After That.
So No Matter How Hard It Gets, Keep Your Head Up && Handle it .”


Depression is not an act.
Eating disorders aren’t phases.
Suicide isn’t a coward’s escape.
Self-harming is not a cry for attention.
Stop acting like you know everything about someones life.

Depression is not an act.

Eating disorders aren’t phases.

Suicide isn’t a coward’s escape.

Self-harming is not a cry for attention.

Stop acting like you know everything about someones life.


Doughnut.

“I bought a doughnut and they gave me a receipt for the doughnut. I don’t need a receipt for a doughnut. I’ll give you the money, you give me the doughnut—end of transaction. We do not need to bring ink and paper into this. I just cannot imagine a scenario where I would have to prove that I bought a doughnut. Some skeptical friend—”Don’t even act l

ike I didn’t get that doughnut—I got the documentation right here! (pause) Oh wait, it’s back home in the file…under ‘D’…for doughnut.” ‘Cuz we all know that ‘D’ is for doughnut.”


No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other, and the rest of the world can go to hell.
Lauren Oliver (Pandemonium)

somethingflawlessandfearless:

She’s 5 years old & she beat cancer. She deserves endless reblogs.

somethingflawlessandfearless:

She’s 5 years old & she beat cancer. She deserves endless reblogs.



The red string of fate.
“According to the myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the little finger of people who are destined to be soul mates and will one day marry each other.” It can get twisted and knotted… but it will never be broken.

The red string of fate.

“According to the myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the little finger of people who are destined to be soul mates and will one day marry each other.” It can get twisted and knotted… but it will never be broken.

(via bestisyet2come)



I napped in the hospital bed with my Dad

sincerely-molly:

When I was little, movie night was a treat. My sister and I used to fight over who got to snuggle under Dad’s arm. I was probably about 12 the last time I cuddled with my Dad.

Now, it’s not him comforting me, but me comforting him. I can’t even begin to explain how grateful I am to be his daughter.


bayleet:

After 6 months of treatments, Dad’s last Chemo Session is tomorrow morning! No man could ever compare to his strength, humor, and ability to cope. I love my Daddy :) You’re almost done!

bayleet:

After 6 months of treatments, Dad’s last Chemo Session is tomorrow morning! No man could ever compare to his strength, humor, and ability to cope. I love my Daddy :) You’re almost done!


Lets find a cure. Not just for breast cancer. But for all cancers out there.