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Don’t scroll past this. Kylie Armstrong was diagnosed with breast cancer and these small dimples were the only signs. She posted the image on Facebook so everyone knows that “that breast cancer is not always a detectable lump.” Here’s how Kylie is doing today.
(If you’re not sure how to do a self breast exam, instructions can be found at BreastCancer.org.)
This could save a life!
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A video that has made me rethink things.
Fuck. I knew there had to be a twist, but not that. Powerful.
wow that was one of the most powerful things I’ve ever seen
so for my art project we had to fake a death/murder. for mine I did someone who had jumped off a building. when I was laying down while the picture was being taken, 7 people came running up to me asking if I was okay and if I needed an ambulance etc. I’ve been suicidal for a very long time, and the thoughts of jumping off buildings and ending my life have gone through my mind a thousand times. But the fact that people actually stopped and came running over to see if I was alright made me see that people do care, strangers care. so many people looked and walked past, but these 7 people some how took these suicidal feelings away… weird huh? But the moral of this story is that people do care about you, even people who don’t know who you are.
if you don’t reblog this, fuck you
Yes
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War Puppies!
THAT DOG JUMPED A FUCKING CAR I NEED HIM!!!
I’m never going to stop reblogging this
reasons why i love german shepherds
A dog that can open and close a car door on its own is a dog I need in my life.
Section 8 (working title) Part 2
If you haven't read part one, please do. You can find it here: http://uranprojekt.tumblr.com/post/110205891774/section-8-working-title
Section One (part 2)
Blood. Blood splattered on the wall and pooled on the floor. No body, just a puddle of thick, dark blood. This can’t be a hospital, not a conventional one at least. Panning the flashlight away from the bloody mess, I notice bits of paper strewn across the floor. Bending down to get a closer look, I see a name and some other details on one of the sheets…
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Name/Rank: Private William Peters
Age: 19 Date of Birth: 04/09/1947
City/State of Birth: Chicago, Illinois
Date Enlisted: 4/21/1965
Testing Enrolment Date: 6/10/1966
Enrolling Doctor: Dr A. Windsor
Notes: Pvt. Peters demonstrated excellent physical and mental capabilities during his military training. For that reason, he was selected for X4D-LC3 testing and moved to our [REDACTED] facility. During our initial Phase One testing, Pvt. Peters met all of our requirements and expectations, excelling in some areas. He may be our most promising candidate yet. Pvt. Peters has been moved to Phase Two testing and has received an increased daily dosage of X4D-LC3, going from 50 mg to 100 mg. The dosage will be increased to 200 mg per day after one week, administered twice daily at 100 mg per dose. After one week at 200 mg per day, Pvt. Peters will be reevaluated and may be moved to Phase Three pending reevaluation results.
Signed: Dr A. Windsor
Date: 7/13/1966
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"Private William Peters…" I whisper to myself. That’s my name. This thing is about me. I read through it again to try and make sense of it but I can’t. But maybe this Dr A. Windsor can. I need to find him somehow, I need him to help me remember. Help me to understand.
I hastily fold the paper and slip it into my pocket as I make for the door. I exit the room, carefully stepping over the pool of blood, and find myself in a long, dark hallway. Looking left and right, I can’t see a thing. An eternal darkness on either side of me.
End of Section One Part Two. The next part will be the last part of Section One. Thanks for reading.
i get bloody noses a lot and i can usually feel it about 30 seconds before it starts dripping. today in class my nose started to bleed. but right before, I turned to this very religious boy who sits next to me and whispered “hail satan” as my nose started to drip. he freaked and fell back and hit his head. he had to go home for the rest of the day.
I finally found it
I laughed so hard I fell off my chair. (x)
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Barad-Dûr, now there's a place I'd like to live.
The following is a story I started writing about a year ago. I’ve decided that now is the time to try and finish it. It is a work in progress so bits may be revised and changed. If you enjoy what I’ve written so far, a like and a reblog would be greatly appreciated. Without further ado, let’s...
Shameless self-reblog.
Section 8 (working title)
The following is a story I started writing about a year ago. I’ve decided that now is the time to try and finish it. It is a work in progress so bits may be revised and changed. If you enjoy what I’ve written so far, a like and a reblog would be greatly appreciated. Without further ado, let’s begin.
Section 1 (part one)
Darkness.
Complete darkness surrounds me. I try to get an idea of where I am but it seems futile. My eyes struggle to adjust and faint shapes start to come into focus. There appears to be an upturned table across the room. The room itself feels claustrophobic. There is a deathly silence broken only by the occasional creaking of pipes. Or maybe it’s voices… Voices whispering in the distance.
Where am I?
I sit up. The feel of the cloth underneath my bare legs feels stiff and clean, like the sheets used in hospital beds. I swing my legs out and my feet touch the cold, hard floor. I shiver slightly at first but I quickly get used to the sensation. I stand up, a decision I quickly regret as it brings on a sudden rush of dizziness. Swaying on the spot, I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths to try and steady myself. I open my eyes. I can see a little clearer now. It looks like I’m in some sort of hospital room. As I take a step forward, my foot brushes against something hard which causes the object to roll away from me. Squinting my eyes, I can make out a long cylinder. Bending down to pick it up reveals the object to be a flashlight. As I straighten up, I begin to hear a faint dripping noise. Thinking nothing of it, I flick the flashlight on…
Nothing. I flick it off and on again. Still nothing. I tap it against the palm of my hand and it blinks into life. What I see in front of me makes me wish it hadn’t.
End of part one. Part two can be found here: http://uranprojekt.tumblr.com/post/112927113684/section-8-working-title-part-2
… Was a friend
I think I reblog this every time it comes up. I make paper stars and sometimes it does make me feel better
How do you make paper stars?
for some reason i read it in british and it sounded PERFECT
