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I don’t know when the next time I’ll be wearing Lolita, so I’m going to post some older stuff~

Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them.

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time —


JSK dress + Blouse

I realize that for a moment there, the wording in my last post incorrectly conveyed my meaning. And I’m so sorry for not noticing that!

I never meant to send the message that I hope these people become so sick that they wish they were dead. That would make me just as wrong, wishing such an awful fate to befall them.

What I seem to have trouble expressing is that I want them to *remember* how they behaved once cancer inevitably touches their lives, too. That they come to learn why their behaviour was so vile, since my pleas for them to stop joking about cancer fall on deaf ears.

There’s only one thing on earth that I’m more terrified of than nuclear heat death and that’s fucking cancer. Most members of my immediate family have had it, including my mom, and I know someday I’m gonna have it too. The genes are so likely to be in me that I don’t want to get tested because what’s the point in knowing? I can’t stand people (in my place of work all day, no less) making jokes about it, no matter how much they despise the one who has it.

Day in and day out I have to watch people whom I consider friends make incessant dying-of-cancer jokes about Rob Ford

don’t get me wrong, I think Rob Ford is an asshole
I’ve hated his embarrassing reign as the mayor of my city and I hate living in his stupid ward but nobody deserves to die of fucking cancer
am I seriously alone in being upset about this behavior?

Making puke jokes and laughing about someone’s struggle with chemotherapy shows that — hey, guess what! you’re a shitty person, too! Him getting cancer is karma, you say? If you believe in karma so strongly, I wonder, when cancer inevitably impacts your life, if you’ll remember your behavior in your moments where you learn what it feels like to be ill enough to wish you were dead


I’m sorry, I don’t mean to post about things like this
But I watched my grandmother literally wither and die of the exact same kind of thing.
I watched the tumor devour her ability to remember other languages. I watched her weep helplessly as she realized she could no longer communicate with me, her only granddaughter, in English.
and it’s hell on earth how can you wish that on another human being you soulless piece of garbage