That is all.

thepoliticalpartygirl:

nerdgasms:

spontaneouslove:

thoseareturkeys:

ninaninaninanina:

foreverunfulfilled:

hurstyyy:

littlejames:

the idea of my body getting cut up after I’m dead. I don’t like the idea. I just want to be buried under a nice grave.

i hate the idea of being cut open, but the thought of possibly saving someones life just seems better to me.

i just don’t want them to take my heart.
i know that sounds selfish. but it’s my heart, i don’t want anyone to have it.

y’see i don’t care what happens to me after i die. i’m dead i’m not going to know am i? and like anna said, the thought of saving someone would be so much better than me going to waste.

My family has said that they will fight every attempt to donate my body when I die. I would just like to donate them while they’re alive.

but if you do, then you give someone like me a second chance.

When I die I hope they take every usable part of me, burn the rest, and toss it in the ocean. I think organ donation is amazing, and if my organs are diseased and un-transplantable I want medical students to be able to study them or do whatever with them.

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I’m not going to pretend that having that cute little heart on my driver’s license wasn’t a motivating factor in my decision to be an organ donor, but really. When I’m dead, I won’t need my body, nor will I have the ability to be grossed out by anything.  So harvest away!

I want a little something to be cremated (to be tossed in the ocean, also). Some part of my body that is totally useless. Otherwise, I hope they chop me up and put me to use.

We don’t care about studying.