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How to spot signs and symptoms of Breast Cancer 

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the whole spectrum etc…

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To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent. 

Reblog and start 2018 off right

Agreed

Do you know who’s an Icon ???

Finn Wolfhard

Red Skull: Incase you haven’t noticed, you’ve fallen right into my trap!

Steve: You can’t trap justice! It’s an idea, a belief!

Red Skull: Even the most heartfelt belief can get corroded over time.

Steve: Justice is a non-corrosive metal!

Red Skull: But metals can be melted by the heat of revenge!

Steve: Revenge is best served cold!

Red Skull: But it can easily be reheated in the microwave of evil!

Steve: Well, I think your warranty is about to expire!

Red Skull: Maybe I got an extended warranty!

Steve: Warranites are invalid if used beyond the intended purpose!

Bucky: Ugh. Girls, girls. You’re both pretty. Can I go home now?

...not gonna cry

...not gonna cry

...NoT gOnNa CRY

…at least the good ones can.”

—Ryan O’Connell

An Important Message From the Cast of It (x)

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As someone who had to deal with grief at an early age, I’ve found that it never truly dissipates. Grief doesn’t end. It simply builds. After the flood of “caring” neighbors and forgotten friends stop coming, you’re stuck with the quiet. Forced to think of the big life moments your lost will never see and the absence of new memories. Then, the old memories make their way. That one song that reminds you of that one fishing trip. The smell of their favorite dish. The bluebirds that they told you to never trust, despite their beauty. The bitter sweetness of the remembrance of when that person was still present is the hardest form of grief to feel. It is never ending.

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