My Wife’s Fight With Breast Cancer
one of the saddest and most beautiful photo essays I’ve ever seen

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ramirezbundydahmer:

Mt. Everest has around 200 dead bodies on the mountain. It is nearly impossible for recovery of a body off the mountain. The “death zone” is 26,000 feet. The air there is so thin. Lack of oxygen leaves climber bewildered and weak and can cause them to pass out and get frostbite. Many people lose their lives here. The bodies are left the same as how they died and have even become landmarks for other travellers. The photograph shows a body which has been given the name “green boots” and has been there since 1996.

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m-irkwood:

“Death is just another path, one that we all must take.”

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Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

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cabell:

That is MY kind of mermaid.

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geisterseher:

A mother’s 200-year-old gift to anatomy.

“The woman in labor has no name. She must have had one at some point, but as bad luck would have it, she was hit and killed by a carriage as she walked in front of the San Carlos Royal College of Surgery, back in 18th-century Madrid.

Nobody claimed the body, whose round belly contained a child about to be born. It was quite a windfall for the surgeons in training at the school, which was always short of corpses on which to learn anatomy.

The body handlers proceeded according to customs of the era: mud was applied and a mold created; this mold was filled with wax, and today it remains the most striking sculpture of those at the Complutense University School of Medicine. She is a Pietá lying back against a chair with her belly sliced open like a pomegranate and the fetus exposed, its little head pointing down. She is a life-like, life-size wax statue.”

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Lemony Snicket  (via susannathinks)

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neil-gaiman:

My lovely dog, Cabal, died last night, unexpectedly. I wrote a blog about it, here. About how I found him by the side of the road, and how we rescued each other.

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thenightmareofjawz:

Lacrimosa or tear bottles reappeared during the Victorian time period of the 19th century. During this time these bottles were used with special stoppers. The mourners would collect their tears and mourn until the tears evaporated, thus showing the end of the mourning period.

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“Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back and all turns to silver glass. And then you see it- white shores…and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.”

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“Death is just another path…one that we all must take.”

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herajika:

i-found-you-justine-time:

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fireflyca:

I really don’t want to reblog something as horrifying as this, but damn. People need to know. I really fucking hope an international effort is started up, like, yesterday to try to convince them to stop the bill, and to arrange for getting the Ugandan LGBTQ community out of that country if that doesn’t happen. If all that happens is the UN writing a strongly worded letter I will be as mad as hell. But fuck. Imagine being a little kid figuring out you’re gay if you’re living in Uganda.

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

I thought they were past this and now suddenly it’s becoming law? This is the kind of shit I gave up diplomacy studies for - I genuinely cannot bear this shit. What the fuck, UN, can you not fucking do your job at all? Now what can we do about this?

So Uganda is about to legalize a form of genocide and the world is supposed to just sit back and watch?

This makes me angry >:/ the part of the bill that calls for death penalty has been dropped though afaik?

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alienshekatie:

I’m beyond fucking angry. Tomorrow: https://www.facebook.com/events/306835169430369/

“For Release: Woman Dies in UCHG after Being Denied a Life-Saving Abortion. On Sunday the 28th of October, Savita Praveen died at UCHG after being denied a termination which would most likely have saved her life. She was 31 years old, married for four years and hoping to start a family.

If legislation is not introduced immediately, more women will die. Under the X Case ruling, women in Ireland are legally entitled to an abortion when it is necessary to save their life. However, legislation has never been passed to reflect this. It is the failure of successive governments to do so that led to Savita’s death.

Savita was first admitted to the hospital on October 21st complaining of severe back pain. Her doctor initially told her that she would be fine, but she refused to go home. It became clear that her waters had broken, and she was having a miscarriage (spontaneous abortion). She was told that the foetus had no chance of survival, and it would all be over within a few hours.

However, her condition did not take its expected course, and the foetus remained inside her body. Although it was evident that it could not survive, a foetal heartbeat was detected. For this reason her repeated requests to remove the foetus were denied. By Tuesday it was clear that her condition was deteriorating. She had developed a fever, and collapsed when attempting to walk. The cervix had now been fully open for nearly 72 hours, creating a danger of infection comparable to an untreated open head wound. She developed septicaemia.

Despite this, the foetus was not removed until Wednesday afternoon, after the foetal heartbeat had stopped. Immediately after the procedure she was taken to the high dependency unit. Her condition never improved. She died at 1.09am on Sunday the 28th of October.

Had the foetus been removed when it became clear that it could not survive, her cervix would have been closed and her chance of infection dramatically reduced. Leaving a woman’s cervix open constitutes a clear risk to her life. What is unclear is how doctors are expected to act in this situation.

Rachel Donnelly, Galway Pro-Choice spokesperson stated:

“This was an obstetric emergency which should have been dealt with in a routine manner. Yet Irish doctors are restrained from making obvious medical decisions by a fear of potentially severe consequences. As the European Court of Human Rights ruled, as long as the 1861 Act remains in place, alongside a complete political unwillingness to touch the issue, pregnant women will continue to be unsafe in this country.”

Sarah McCarthy, Galway Pro-Choice member said:
“Galway Pro-Choice believes that Ireland must legislate for freely available abortion for all women. Deaths like Savita’s are the most severe consequence of the criminalisation of abortion, yet it has countless adverse effects. We must reflect long and hard on the implications of Savita’s tragic and untimely passing, and we must act to ensure that such a tragedy never happens again.”

For more information please contact Galway Pro-Choice on 087 706 0715 or Sarah McCarthy on 085 7477 907”

Savita Halappanavar was repeatedly told “this is a catholic country.”

I hope Ohio is listening. This is why anyone against abortion rights shouldn’t call themselves pro-life and should remove themselves from civilization.

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findchaos:

Every Day - A Short Story Comic

Our first short story comic, a bittersweet tale of undying love. Some people don’t fully comprehend it on the first read-through, but you’ll find a lot of hints along the way if you take a second look.

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theoddmentemporium:

“Necropants”

The necropants, as they’re called, are at the center of a very strange legend that’s part of an exhibit at Iceland’s Holmavik Witchcraft and Sorcery Museum (a macabre little pit-stop where you can learn the stories of 17 people burned at the stake in the 17th century — for supposedly “occult” practices like cursing someone with uncontrollable farting). The necropants were made from the skin of the bottom half of a dead guy — but that’s not the weird part, if you can believe it. From Lonely Planet Iceland:

It was believed that the necropants would spontaneously produce money when worn, as long as the donor corpse had been stolen from a graveyard at the dead of night and a magic rune and a coin stolen from a poor widow were placed in the dead man’s scrotum. [Source]

And from the Museum’s website:

If you want to make your own necropants (literally; nábrók) you have to get permission from a living man to use his skin after his dead. After he has been buried you must dig up his body and flay the skin of the corpse in one piece from the waist down. As soon as you step into the pants they will stick to your own skin. A coin must be stolen from a poor widow and placed in the scrotum along with the magical sign, nábrókarstafur, written on a piece of paper. Consequently the coin will draw money into the scrotum so it will never be empty, as long as the original coin is not removed. To ensure salvation the owner has to convince someone else to overtake the pants and step into each leg as soon as he gets out of it. The necropants will thus keep the money-gathering nature for generations.

[The ‘uncontrollable farting’ link is left in there for your reading pleasure too]

Iceland, you are a strange place.

This is definitely going on my list of places to visit while in Iceland. 

The farting curse was just below the post about farting on Mjolnir, and I am done for the evening….GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY!!! LOLOLOLOL!!!

I always reblog the necropants.

Necropants is the name of my non-existant band. 

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