cooolstorybro:

newthinking:

jesuspaiditall:

abideinhislove:

electricalbanana:

I find cancer so pretty. If I could die in any way, I’d want cancer to kill me. It’s so slow and beautiful. You can see people for who they truly are when they’re sick. You can see them in their pain and suffering. You see them slowly fade away.

My family and I didn’t think it was pretty when it killed my dad.

This is sick.

wtf is wrong with you.

^

you be fucked. ^^^

My family and I didn’t think it was very “beautiful” when it was killing my nan and now my grandpa who went though helping my nan recover and was by her side hoping she wouldn’t die from it, just a few years later has cancer in one of his lungs.. Someone explain to me how that is such a “Beautiful” thing?

(Source: meltmesunlips)