Reblog if you have a scar with a story behind it.

thessalian:

randomredux:

amanitanothermeow:

blackbird-oswin:

annekmt123:

descolethearchaeologist:

wirt-in-a-skirt:

spookybatpool13:

acemenrah:

hallow-vee-n:

ryttu3k:

fluffmugger:

supernachtkuchen:

cup-of-spoopy:

spookients:

theskaldspeaks:

annieheim:

donesparce:

hellobendykitty:

steampunkforever27:

thefirstmissamerica:

italy-curl:

jessieboooooo:

This one time I tripped

this one time I split my forehead open

This one time a dark wizard tried to kill me when I was a infant but couldn’t

Stab

I tried to hold an angry cat

someone put an iron on my hand

My teammate tried to jump over me and cut the back of my neck open with his hockey skate.

I got a couple left over from chicken pox.

tried to climb a dead tree

as a child I came up behind a sleeping dog with a squeaky toy in my mouth

Twisted up in rusty metal chains.

Learned the hard way:

– Why you don’t pull a cat’s tail (I was two)
– The importance of shoring up roof structures
– Why you don’t use a poorly balanced cinderblock as a support when drilling
– Burny things are hot
– Rotted fence palings make a surprisingly effective flail when they snap in half back along your inner arm as you pull them down.
– Win the fight before your opponent has the chance to hit you in the face with a metal chair

Spider bite that got infected. Doctor informed me, “Oh, it must have bitten you while you were asleep!” and I stayed awake the entire next night in paralytic terror and also pain.

Poorly planned re enactment of 101 Dalmatians.

i was 2 and my mom told me not to do something but i did it anyway

I was helping a friend with something and I nearly cut the pad of my thumb off.

My friends sister was trying to get my friends attention – she threw a stick at her, only to hit me

Tried picking up my grandmothers cat when I was younger and it clawed my thigh p deep.

Scratched myself with my thumb and picked at too many mosquito bites.

– I learned not to scare a cat from behind because it can attack you and make a small piece of flesh hang on by a thread of skin [just put a bandaid around it and let it heal itself… don’t ask how old I was]
– Went walking with my younger cousins in our great-aunts neighborhood[10 and 4] and a husky came over and tried to attack them so I punched it to let it come after me and let them run home. [I was 11]
– My English Bulldog tried to jump over me and his hind claw got my arm
– I was somewhere between the age of 6 and 10 and my parents had literally just said “watch out for the exhaust pipe, it’s hot” before I got out of the truck but I didn’t and got a 2nd degree burn in a perfect circle.
– I dropped a burning punk on my toe

– The last couple of scars: I don’t remember.

I was asleep and the lightbulb in the lamp next to the bet exploded without my knowing and it fucked up my hand. 😀

Had a birthmark that doctors feared may turn malignant, so it was removed. The operation killed me because the anaesthesiologist didn’t know I had asthma (I got better)

(Yes I was really dead)

Then the dude stitching me up used a thread way too thick and you can still feel the lines of where it was.

Slipped on worn linoleum, glass dish of potatoes shattered in my hands. Glass shard opened up one of my knuckles to the bone. Still can’t bend that finger all the way.

 – I fell down the stairs (or so I’m told – I still say I was pushed by the little shit I was playing with) when I was three and my bottom teeth went through my lip.

 – I defended myself from a cat that jumped me from the top of the refrigerator and got three slashes on my arm instead of my face. Only one scarred and that one is rather unnoticeable.  I’m kind of sad about that, actually, as the original injury was wicked-looking.

– I don’t remember where the one on my hand came from but it must have been a doozy of a cut because it’s been there for years.