Italy here I come!!!!! So stoked for this trip
almost home
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER
Stranger Things

Andulka
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
taylor price
Peter Solarz
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

izzy's playlists!
Not today Justin

JBB: An Artblog!
Jules of Nature
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ojovivo
hello vonnie
todays bird

oozey mess
styofa doing anything

roma★

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Italy here I come!!!!! So stoked for this trip
Next Chapter of Life
I graduate in 3 Days. After that, I will be in Italy for all of June and then....idk. I’ll be coming back to the states to work. I’m most concerned that I will get stuck in a job I hate, or not making enough money to do the shit I need/want to do. It’s not a gut wrenching fear, it’s just that i will be so disappointed with myself if I graduate, after four years of university where i have had an amazing time, to just go to a normal, boring job.
Saw this somewhere else and felt the need to post it cause no one else ever really tells you this stuff
My mom never really noticed. She noticed when she was breast feeding my little brother and blood started coming out instead of milk.
My mom said she felt and saw a little lump in the shower. She was lucky enough she found it at stage 2
My mom had a mammogram. The radiologist thought the spots were just regular calcium deposits.
Turns out it was triple negative breast cancer that had spread to her lymph nods. Mastectomy, radiation and chemo saved her life.
This could SAVE a life.
dont be embarrassed to reblog, this post could be life saving
Signal BOOST and pass it on. I had a breast cancer scare before (luckily it was just scar tissue…) and information like this kept me calm and collected at the doc’s.
As a cancer patient myself, who found my own cancer through a supposed LARPing injury last year, i know how scary it is and how important it is to catch it early. Please spread this around!
listen to ur boobs
its all in the boobs
hoW MANY TIMES AM I GOING TO REBLOG THIS ! SORRY FOLLOWERS , #sorrynotsorry
Always reblog!
REBLOG,THIS COULD SAVE SOMEBODY!!! DONT BE EMBARRASSED!!!
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Reminder that anyone who grew their own breast tissue can get breast cancer. That includes trans women, intersex peeps, and cis men who may not have been aware there could be some breast tissue in there. The only way to be sure you don’t have any at all is if you’ve had it all removed. If you’ve had tissue removed for reasons other than cancer, they likely didn’t remove all of it. If you find something weird, regardless of who you are or how you identify, get it checked out.
All of you should reblog this. Breast cancer affects everyone and there’s not enough information about it.
Another step toward my goal.
Spring Break push to stay fit. Goal: 165lb - Current: 175lb
4th year beginning, while i’m near the end now
Nick Verbelchuk
The Pacific Northwest is fucking Perfect
Wanna see this
#@ my mutuals who live here: how do you not break down and cry constantly????#pacific northwest (tags @ecouter-bien)
We do, you just can’t tell with all the rain.
I've got one myself: Moses. I named him that because he parts anything I my hands put effort toward doing. It seems strange to hear that, and maybe it is. Yet I know that, whenever I'm using Moses in the forest, I feel closer to God and more appreciative of myself, my environment, and living. Swinging an axe, with the strain of muscle, the impact, the feeling of raw power....it's beautiful.
Banff, Alberta by Alex Strohl
New York by Ray Livez
Rowing Gothic
‘Last piece,’ the coaches say. They have said this before every piece. You do not know how many pieces you have done, only that they have all been the last piece. You don’t know if they will ever end.
A rigger screams with every stroke. No one knows whose rigger it is. It could be yours. It could be three-seat’s. The coxswain doesn’t seem to notice. No one seems to notice. Except you: you notice, and you wonder if the rigger is screaming at you.
A wake comes from your side of the boat. Nothing made it. It just appeared off the flat surface of the water. It catches your oarlocks and washes onto the deck. ‘There’s a wake,’ the coxswain says. You knew there was a wake. There is always a wake.
You are in bow seat. You do not know if you are supposed to be rowing. You ask two-seat, and two-seat doesn’t know either. Neither of you row. The coxswain’s voice is crackly and indistinct, and you don’t know what it is saying. It is possible that you should be rowing. It is possible that you should never have stopped.
‘Ten more strokes,’ the coxswain says, and begins to count. Ten strokes go by. Then twenty. Then thirty-four. You have not yet crossed the finish line. You are no longer sure there is a finish line to cross. The coxswain keeps counting.
‘Is that like canoeing?’ someone asks. You cannot tell them apart from the others who have asked you. You think this face is different, but perhaps it is the same face again, and only the passage of time makes you believe it is different. ‘No,’ you tell the face. ‘It’s not like canoeing at all.’
There are not enough wrenches. There are never enough wrenches. Some days it seems as if there might be enough wrenches, but they disappear when you open the toolbox. Someone asks you for one. You have nothing to offer but a shrug and a handful of washers.
The shoes in the women’s boats are too big. The shoes in every other boat are even bigger. The men say they are too small, but you do not see how that could be the case. None of them fit you. Some of them are adjustable. They cannot be adjusted to fit. Some of them rub blisters into your heels. You pretend not to notice.
Sometimes it is fun to take your workout on an adventure to explore a new location.
Yosemite was 🔥.
Untitled by Sam Alive
Monument Valley by Tom Parker