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DeMar DeRozan // 10

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DeMar DeRozan // 10

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I showed this post to my boyfriend and he tried to take his shirt off like a girl and 

uh

yeah

Out of the 82k notes my post got this is by far the best comment holy shit thank u for being u

So i tried it both ways and uh

i mean how do you do the first one without pulling out all your hair?

this made me laugh really hard….

and it made me realize that girls and boys pull their shirt off differently. /amazed

but seriously I think girls just do the cross arm thing because of HAIR like demonstrated 

So one year, one URL change, and a hair cut later, I decide to try again… FOR SCIENCE! 

Its not science unless you write it down so 

First method:

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Well done, i guess…

Second:

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I fucked up

Girls… how?

I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW WE CAN HAVE SUCH DIFFERENT WAYS OF TAKING OFF SHIRTS AND SO MUCH DIFFICULTY DOING IT THE OTHER WAY

I FIGURED IT OUT!!!!!

It’s all in the way that girl/boys shirts are made.

Girls shirts have less armpit room then boy’s do and are generally shorter so pulling it off over your head is more practical because by lifting your arms all the way up you make enough room for the sleeves to just slip off.

Boys shirts have more room and are generally longer so it is easy to slip them off over your head.

but if you take a girls shirt off like a boys shirt you will get your arms caught because there isn’t much armpit space.

and if you take a boys shirt off like a girls shit you will still have your head in it when you’ve lifted your arms all the way up because of the shirt’s length.

It has nothing to do with us. It is entirely to do with how our shirts are made. I figured it out for you. YOU’RE WELCOME!

bless you

This post was so informative.

Love it. I do both. Dependent upon chest/shoulder flexibility/pain. Post bilateral mastectomy. You’re definitely fucked if you can’t put your arms above your head.

(Source: princessveroni)

One year…..

Edited.

One year ago today is the day I found the lump that started me on this tumultuous breast cancer journey. Yeah I said journey. Whatever.


I’ve survived waiting, and not knowing.

I’ve survived the diagnosis of the hardest breast cancer to treat, and the cancer with the highest relapse rate. The cancer with no targeted treatments. The cancer that research has not been able to find a way to treat successfully.


I’ve developed patience and a thirst for knowledge in order to educate myself.


I’ve survived Dr Google and his dire statistical outcomes.


I’ve survived 12 months of the worst stress and anxiety I have ever experienced. It’s still ongoing, but I’m getting a handle on it.


I’ve survived 5 surgeries, including the loss of both my breasts, with 2 more to go. Next up is the prophylactic hysterectomy and removal of ovaries and tubes, next Wednesday. Then implant exchange.


I’ve survived the devastation and fear for my family after the diagnosis of having the BRCA 2 mutation. But not only me, my mum, my uncle and my sister all tested positive. 2 sisters and 3 nieces, 2 nephews to go.

I’ve celebrated my beautiful daughter Adele and gorgeous niece Teigan testing negative.

I’ve survived 5 months of the harshest chemo. Nausea. Weight gain. Hair loss. Mouth ulcers. Vaginal & rectal ulcers. Yuck. The pain.


I’m Surviving and living with the after effects of chemo: menopause, joint inflammation, paralysed diaphragm, fatigue, insomnia, chemobrain, fucked up endocrine system…….


It’s been a year of pain, physical and emotional.


It’s been a year of discovery and realisation. Realising what a tough woman my mother is for surviving this twice. Realising how strong the bond is with my Deli and that even though many kms keep us apart we are still as close as ever, but God do I miss her.
Cancer has also reopened communication amongst my family and brought us closer. For that I’m thankful.


It’s also been a year of swallowing my pride and learning to accept help from family and friends.


It’s been a year where my friends & family (including my ‘adopted’ family) have stepped up and have been my rocks when times were tough, when I needed some normality, but mostly when I needed a hug and to feel loved and cared for, and worthy, and fed, almost on a daily basis.


It’s been a year of making new friends, friends I’ll have for life. Mostly however, it’s been a year of being grateful I am alive, and I fully intend to stay that way for many, many more years to come as cancer cannot, and has not, taken away my fighting spirit.

Apr 9
miaglastonbury:

Gorgeous sunset over the River Derwent Tasmania

Nokia Lumia 1020 photo


#featuremeinstagood @instagood  (at Rose Bay)

miaglastonbury:

Gorgeous sunset over the River Derwent Tasmania

Nokia Lumia 1020 photo


#featuremeinstagood @instagood (at Rose Bay)

Apr 9
miaglastonbury:

Another unusual sunset from last week.
.
. (at Montagu Bay)

miaglastonbury:

Another unusual sunset from last week.
.
. (at Montagu Bay)

Another myth that is firmly upheld is that disabled people are dependent and non-disabled people are independent. No one is actually independent. This is a myth perpetuated by disablism and driven by capitalism - we are all actually interdependent. Chances are, disabled or not, you don’t grow all of your food. Chances are, you didn’t build the car, bike, wheelchair, subway, shoes, or bus that transports you. Chances are you didn’t construct your home. Chances are you didn’t sew your clothing (or make the fabric and thread used to sew it). The difference between the needs that many disabled people have and the needs of people who are not labelled as disabled is that non-disabled people have had their dependencies normalized. The world has been built to accommodate certain needs and call the people who need those things independent, while other needs are considered exceptional. Each of us relies on others every day. We all rely on one another for support, resources, and to meet our needs. We are all interdependent. This interdependence is not weakness; rather, it is a part of our humanity.

- AJ Withers Disability Politics and Theory p109 (via dandyfied)

So true.

fabforgottennobility:

Lucy Liu

Wow! Will look at her differently in Elementary from now on.

(Source: italianlady2)

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Fortune cookie

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Fortune cookie

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Mounting passion?

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Mounting passion?