ScarsAreHistories
Scars are narratives. They tell us about our own failures, clumsiness, medical pasts, broken hearts, existential crises, and so forth. No matter how much you change, how far you run, how many people you forget, or how many people forget you, your scars remain unchanged; a permanent life history. They are pale reminders of emotions and personalities past.
I want to know yours.
Whether you're a recovering self-injurer, a tattoo addict, a survivor of dangerous surgery, a child-hood adrenaline addict, or a bad knife juggler, I urge you to show your scars and tell your stories.
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send submissions to:
scarsarehistory@tumblr.com
And remember, scars are histories, not active stories. Please, no open wounds.
I want to know yours.
Whether you're a recovering self-injurer, a tattoo addict, a survivor of dangerous surgery, a child-hood adrenaline addict, or a bad knife juggler, I urge you to show your scars and tell your stories.
PLEASE SUBMIT
or
send submissions to:
scarsarehistory@tumblr.com
And remember, scars are histories, not active stories. Please, no open wounds.
This is where half of my right lung was removed from my body. This scar runs along my back from just behind my right armpit ALMOST to my spine. I can’t feel anything on or around it. Now you know.
When I was in boy scouts and I had to dress up in “tribal attire” (a bunch of white kids in incredibly racist Native American Indian outfits and if you were under 18 you weren’t allowed to wear a shirt. This is real life.) I used to tell people I was in a knife fight. At 16, more than one person believed me.
(via rhiannonbluemel)
my mind runs, i can never catch it.: i love scars. →
i’m so weird. but i think they add character to you. i’m not joking when i say all this. they remind you of certain times and people. mine do at least. and anyone without scars..well they’re that much closer to perfection, but who wants that? i get excited with new scars. and its a new story. even if its as stupid as burning myself with pizza cheese, or that guy you used to hangout with who almost hit you with a bike. i don’t know. they’re all different and interesting. i love scars. this was totally unnecessary.
Preach it, sister.
(via something-awesome)
I want someone who will notice the little scar on my nose.
This might be the most adorable thing I’ve ever read…
“ A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
Leonard Cohen (via beelockwood)
It’s weird to re-find scars I have forgotten about.
Like the little one that inspired this post.
The lady putting in the IV for my surgery in my arm, failed a few times and finally got it in. A minute later I didn’t care cause they shoved a bunch of Valium into the IV. But you know. Scar!
Story behind the photoset
When I was ten, I found out the hard way not to let a kitten climb up your shirt. Especially a kitten that hasn’t yet figured out that her claws retract. it’s not a super awesome story, but i’ve grown to really love this scar.
Any story behind this? - Scarsarehistory
