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via Elly Mayday Offical Fanpage:

I am pleased to let you all know that the surgery was a complete success. Just this past monday I underwent an 9 hour operation to remove the cancer in my stomach. 4 Surgeons, 5 Anistesiologists and countless nurses took their time and talent to help me save my life.

I was scared the moment I heard the words “you have cancer” I sat traumatized at the thought of losing my life with only 25 yrs experience.

I am so thankful for all of you.Through all the positive thoughts and loving prayers I made it through this whole ordeal. The fight will never truly end in my mind, everything I haven’t learnt from this battle has only trained me for my next one. I am so happy to have been given this second chance at life.

Guess Marilyn went for the rain check on martinis, it’s not this girls time  gimme sixty years then hit me up ;* I got some work to do down here.

Love to everyone of you  I hope this message find you safe. Lets party!!! oh okay recover…then…Lets PARTY

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Nisolo Shoes - Fall Campaign Photographer: Clark BrewerStylist: Caroline BrewerModels: Pap Shirock



Nisolo Shoes - Fall Campaign 
Photographer: Clark Brewer
Stylist: Caroline Brewer
Models: Pap Shirock

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There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.

You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.

In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.

Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.

People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.

You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.

At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.

Practical Advice for Difficult Women (#20 - 9th December)

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Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.

Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.

Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”

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Too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements.
Don’t give me that French shit.

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