Celine <3

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Don’t particularly ”adore” Selena Gomez, but her stylist knows how to dress her well and oftentimes on trend. Love the Dolce & Gabbana combo on her.

I will continue to work on my abs whenever I’m not busy writing papers and doing projects! A few more weeks before Summer officially begins hallelujah 

Love me some peplum! Was rocking this trend last Friday at my internship woo

Sabrina Meijer from afterDRK shows us the proper way to bleach pants in this DIY:

“Supplies:

• a pair of jeans
• bleach
• rubber bands
• cleaning gloves
• a bucket

1. Fill your bucket with water and make sure the jeans are wet before you tie them with the rubber bands.
2. Wrench, so the jeans are not soaking wet.
3. Tie as many and as much rubber bands as you like until the jeans are all bundled up. There is no right or wrong in this case (less rubber means the more your jeans gets bleached). It is the easiest to start with the legs.
4. Put bleach in the bucket. They say it is 2 cups of bleach with 1,5l of water, but filled up the bucket with water and put in half of the bottle of bleach. It felt like the right thing to do and the bleaching took too long with just 2 cups.
5. Use your gloves to put the jeans in the bucket. An extra tip is to put something heavy on the jeans – for example an empty bottle of wine, like I did -, so your project stays completely under water (otherwise you have to flip the jeans every hour or so).
6.  Check on your jeans every now and then.
7. When the jeans look white enough, take them out and put them in the washing machine.
8. Lay flat to dry.”

arreter:

“Irish-born photographer Richard Mosse is not yet 30,

but he has already documented some of the most astounding sites in the world, including the smuggling tunnels of Gaza, bullet-scarred Beirut and the wrecked palace of Saddam Hussein. His work might be described as conceptual documentary, depicting significant issues of our time in unconventional ways.

This time he took his critical eye to Eastern Congo and came back with Quick, a series of photographs shot with Kodak Aerochrome infared film to create an alternative image of the complexsocial and political dynamics of the country. The film, designed in connection with the United Statesmilitary during the Cold War, reveals a spectrum of light beyond what the human eye can perceive. He aims to shock the viewer with this surprising bubblegum palette, and provoke questions about how we tend to see, and don’t see, this conflict.”

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Hi, my name is Claire and this photo was taken two weeks before I died, for just over a minute. Two weeks before everything I had, everything I was, got beaten out of me, in the most brutal, unforgiving, painful and disgusting way I can imagine. I was 14.

On the 21st of August 2009, I was walking from a friends apartment to my mums office, just two blocks away. It was 8:45pm, dark and raining. The street was pretty empty. I remember the next few hours as clearly as if it were yesterday. The next few hours have been etched into my brain. 
I got half a block away from my friends apartment when I was grabbed from behind. I was pulled into a van that had been parked on the side of the street before I could scream or even think. They blindfolded me, stuffed a piece of fabric in my mouth to gag me and taped my mouth shut. They tied my hands behind my back and bound my ankles. I could hear two men talking and one got out of the back of the van and got in the cab, then we started moving. They drove me for some time, I don’t know how long. I was sobbing and shaking. It felt like a bad dream. I remember thinking that stuff only happened in horror movies.. The fact that it was happening to me was, unreal. All I wanted was to me in my mothers office already, warm and safe. 
After some time they stopped, and when the engine cut out it was quite all around the van. The driver came back into the van, and they took off my blindfold. The interior lights were on and there were no windows. The first man I saw looked as old as my father, the second was a bit younger. The look on the older man’s face will be stuck in my head forever. He looked excited, pleased. The younger man looked at me like I was a piece of meat cooked to his liking.
Then the older man started cutting off my clothing. I could hear my heart beat in my ears, and tears were all down my face. When I started struggling, despite being restrained, they started beating me. The younger man kicked me in the back, right in my kidney. He kept kicking me, as the older man started taking off his pants. It was so painful but I tried not to scream. When I stopped struggling he stopped kicking me. I looked up to see the older man kneel over my face, he was naked from the waist down. He smelled terrible. He said “I’m going to take this out of your mouth, but don’t bother screaming ok honey? No one will hear you anyway.” He ripped off the take, laughing at my wincing and pulled the fabric out of my mouth. Before I could swallow his penis was in my mouth and down my throat. The taste almost made me vomit, and he was making me gag. He pulled out and I spat out bile and spit which dribbled down my chin. He entered my mouth again and I did vomit. When I did, he started hitting my face. When he stopped I looked over at the other man and he was masturbating. I had vomit down my face and on my chest. The older man used some of my cut up clothing to wipe it up, and wipe it off him. Then he pulled me up on my knees, pushed my face into the floor and penetrated me from behind. I was a virgin before that night. The pain was unbearable. He was merciless and not about to stop. I screamed, and the younger man came and started kicking my side again. Then he got down under me and together they “double teamed” me. The pain made me pass out. When I woke up I was being beaten again, and when they saw me gain conciousness they carried on. I screamed and screamed. All I could think about was my mother, and my friend, and if they knew I was gone. All I wanted was the police to bust into the van and take all the pain away. I was so beaten up and hurt I couldn’t bare the pain. I couldn’t deal with it and I wanted to die. As they raped me, they cut me. They cut my legs, my chest, my stomach. I was bleeding a lot, but I couldn’t really see. One of my eyes was swollen shut. I started coughing up blood and breathing hurt so bad, not to mention the coughing. They ejaculated into me after a while. By then I was so out of it I hardly knew what was happening. I think then they realised how bad I was, and before beating me some more, they got out of the van and started driving again. I think I must have been alone in the back, and I just let go. I was so tired I felt like I was going to sleep. I woke up when I was being dragged out of the back of the van. I fell onto concrete and it was so bright I was blinded. I heard the van speed off and I knew it was over. I let go then. I felt my heart shudder and stop. I suddenly felt no pain, felt weightless. I was still in my body, it was just like my body had been turned off. It was pure white all around me, and it felt like a dream world. I was floating. There are no words to explain it. Then I fell, with a jolt back into my body. It felt like I had dropped into hell. My body was on fire and everything hurt. I gasped a breath of air and it felt like my rib cage got ripped out. I don’t remember much after that. I only have what I’ve been told.

I had been dropped off outside the emergency room and died on the ground. They estimated my heart had stopped for just over a minute. They resuscitated me, stabilised me, then put me to sleep. I was operated on almost immediately. I had three broken ribs, a collapsed lung, collapsed ear drum, severe blood loss, slightly fractured face below my left eye, a fractured shin, sprained arm muscles, severe abdominal bruising, damaged kidney, ripped and cut rectum and vagina, and deep cuts all over my body. They expected me to die. My injuries were extensive, at the very least. The police searched for these men for a very long time, but found nothing. It was suspected these men where experienced criminals, though their DNA from their semen wasn’t in the system. They were undetectable. 

It took me over a year to recover physically. I’ve had counselling and therapy till this day. I have flash backs and nightmares a lot, but no where near as much as I used to. I’m getting better, slowly. I want people everywhere, guys and girls, to know that it gets better. I was lucky. SO many woman, and men, have been raped worse, and even murdered. This is my message to anyone and everyone who has undergone any kind of rape, sexual abuse or trauma to know that it gets better.It takes a while. But with help, and support you can get through it. It will never go away, but you can learn to control it, learn to live with it. It doesn’t control your life any more and you can move on, and get on with your life. 

I am a survivor, not a victim. Repeat after me. You can be free.

Please reblog this. The people of tumblr have worked together before, and you can do it again. Help me get this out there. God bless.

This is Claire. She’s in a coma. Her heart stopped after she’d been suffering severe anorexia. The last thing she said to me, her final wish, was for her story to be heard. Please help Claire find peace.

» Reblogging because i wouldn’t have the slightest clue if any of my followers have ever gone through something as horrid as this. Reblogging because i want all my followers to know everything does get better, this is such a horrendous story and brought me to tears. Rest in peace Claire xx

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