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The SCAR Project: Breast Cancer Is Not A Pink Ribbon

The SCAR Project is a series of large-scale portraits of young breast cancer survivors shot by fashion photographer David Jay. Primarily an awareness raising campaign, The SCAR Project puts a raw, unflinching face on early onset breast cancer while paying tribute to the courage and spirit of so many brave young women.

Dedicated to the more than 10,000 women under the age of 40 who will be diagnosed this year alone, The SCAR Project is an exercise in awareness, hope, reflection and healing.

Read more here

Now HERE’S a good goddamn glimpse at breast cancer.  Fuck your “save second base” bullshit.  -C

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A year ago today…

A year ago today I was in Farmington, Maine. Four hours away from my hometown of Boston, Massachusetts. I was sitting on the floor of my college dorm room working on the biggest project of my college career. I had blocked facebook for several hours and was feeling better about surviving my senior year of college.

I decided to reward myself with a break to check in on the world that lived outside my room and was devastated. I do not know how to accurately put into words how I was feeling or how I reacted to the news following the Boston Marathon bombings. Devastated, helpless, shocked, everything was wrong. 

Half my family was supposed to flying home from Ireland that day, and so many of my friends and family were in Boston that day. All I could think of was why I wasn’t there and why I couldn’t do anything to help. I was four hours away, in the middle of nowhere Maine surrounded by people who reacted in various ways.

I had friends at school who were also from the Boston area who were a great support system during that time. I felt that they were the only people who were around me that I could relate too. I had many other people who came up to me asking what they could do to help and trying to empathize with me. I tried as best as I could to be accepting of their feelings but it was hard to relate with them when they kept saying “I know how you feel, I was in Boston last year.”

Home. A place where you are supposed to feel comfortable, and safe. 

"I don’t pretend to know what the fallout from these bombings will be. I can only tell you what it felt like, as someone who grew up in Boston, to be far from home when it abruptly became a different place altogether." (http://www.wupr.org/2013/04/16/the-next-marathon/)

As I end this random collection of thoughts from the past year, I’ll end with my feelings from April 15, 2013.

my thoughts are with those who have been impacted by the events at the Boston Marathon. To everyone I know in the city today, please be safe. <3

chrisdarbro:

Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia by night

"When the night comes, the starry sky reflects on its surface like in a mirror, and you have the feeling of being in space."

This is pretty awesome

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hardyholic:

Tom Hardy on May 2014 Esquire.

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wizcoylifa:

fifty shades (thats it. thats the whole joke. im wearing 50 pairs of sunglasses right now this is comedy gold people)

“ya but how many chainz” i holler from the back of the crowd. suddenly its my show and your girlfriend is on my arm now. shes also a man and your gay

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fxckingloveme:

romance, cuddle, sexual blog ♡

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