Clint Malarchuk.
4 days and 300 stitches later, back on the ice. It also caused 9 people to faint in the stands, 2 of them had heart attacks, and caused 2 players to throw up on the ice.
Hockey = Yes
It seriously freaks me out whenever I see this photo. It’s so intriguing/disturbing that this man could have died from this injury and survived. and 4 days later it was like he was back to normal. amazing.
Nightwitches
for those not in the know, night witches were russian lady bombers who bombed the shit out of german lines in WW2. Thing is though, they had the oldest, noisiest, crappest planes in the entire world. The engines used to conk out halfway through their missions, so they had to climb out on the wings mid flight to restart the props. the planes were also so noisy that to stop germans from hearing them combing and starting up their anti aircraft guns, they’d climb up to a certain height, coast down to german positions, drop their bombs, restart their engines in midair, and get the fuck out of dodge.
their leader flew over 200 missions and was never captured.
Everyone reblog this to get the word out, prayers and prayers need to be going out to Jabs right now. If you dont already know a Jack Jablonski aka Jabs is Minnesota high school hockey player that was paralyzed in his legs from a check during a game last week. Please reblog because this is what true friends are in that picture.
“You dont have to know somebody to pray for them”
My. Thighs. Touch. I’m the fattest I’ve ever been. I’m gaining weight every day, every meal I’m expanding. My pants are getting tight on me. My thighs have swelled to superhuman proportions.
I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry. I know I’m a disappointment to all of you guys, to my best friend and my hopes and dreams and most of all, myself. But don’t try to persuade me otherwise. I fucking loathe this body and the person inside of it more intensely than I ever have. Just feeling the skin of my thighs touch each other or watching those massive, scarred chunks of flab expanding against each other when I sit down is more than I can bear.
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. But don’t try to convince me otherwise. I’m done.
This is my best friend. I love her more than anything. She’s beautiful. And perfect the way she is. I don’t want her any other way than she is now and I would KILL for her to be fucking happy. I wish she could get better, but maybe that’s not what she wants right now. I will always support her through everything.
I love you, twin, no matter what. And I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you, I was struggling. You are not fat. You are beautiful. I hope you push through this. For yourself. Fuck society remember? And our youtube channel yes?
ahh. there’s so many of you reading this right now.
please - help me show this beautiful young woman the light.
she says she can’t be convinced of her beauty?obviously she hasn’t met my followers.
WE’VE SAVED LIVES BEFORE GUYS, LET’S DO IT AGAIN. <3
My thighs have been not only touching, but rubbing for over 3 years now. You, darlin are beautiful. Its up to you to see your true beauty. We can only tell you. Stay strong!
Seriously my thighs have always rubbed, Rubbed my jeans thin and you complain because they touch, and to be fat you have to pinch it :/ I’ve got fat just hanging off me
Minus the self harm scars, this is my body. You’re not fat girl, you’re perfect. Don’t listen to society, it’s a horrible way to go. Don’t think for a second that every inch of you isn’t beautiful, scars, folds, everything. You’re not fat. You’re beautiful.
When you were younger and a friend came over.
The awkward first half hour of politeness:
The next couple of hours:
When their parents came to collect them:
“HIDE! HIDE! THEY CAN’T TAKE YOU IF THEY CAN’T FIND YOU! IN MY ROOM! THEY WILL NEVER FIND YOU THERE! HIDE NIGGA HIDE! THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH!”
