Even the sun sets in paradise.

screams: queued! xx

Thu, 23 May 2013 10:27:52 -0400

screams:

queued! xx

bonefield: I love it when cats have this reaction to things,...

Wed, 22 May 2013 14:21:02 -0400

bonefield:

I love it when cats have this reaction to things, it’s just like, “HUMAN, EXPLAIN THIS BULLSHIT.”

professorrex: Heh

Wed, 22 May 2013 14:20:48 -0400

professorrex:

Heh

ex-cuse-u: i was browsing through ellen degeneres’ youtube videos and when i was watching her...

Wed, 22 May 2013 14:19:26 -0400

ex-cuse-u:

i was browsing through ellen degeneres’ youtube videos and when i was watching her interview segments i noticed a trend where she keeps the comments enabled for all of her adult interviews but when she has a child on the show she disables any of the comments to protect the child from any bullying or negative feedback and that is why she and her team of producers are incredible

thelovenotebook: EVERYTHING LOVE, LIFE & PERSONAL

Mon, 20 May 2013 08:23:08 -0400

thelovenotebook:

EVERYTHING LOVE, LIFE & PERSONAL

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Mon, 20 May 2013 07:35:05 -0400

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Mon, 20 May 2013 07:33:14 -0400

shadowrawrs: strawberrydaydreams: do you ever hate someone so much but you don’t even have a valid...

Mon, 20 May 2013 07:31:57 -0400

shadowrawrs:

strawberrydaydreams:

do you ever hate someone so much but you don’t even have a valid reason

you’re just like

no

And then they give you a reason and its like

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Mon, 20 May 2013 07:31:45 -0400

jsantagato: Even Nicki gave her the look lmao

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:58:48 -0400

jsantagato:

Even Nicki gave her the look lmao

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Sun, 19 May 2013 23:53:56 -0400

teenytigress: SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR...

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:53:53 -0400

teenytigress:

SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY

jonquillesparlamer: blissfulbambi: koffae: endlesslyhorany: j...

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:53:51 -0400

jonquillesparlamer:

blissfulbambi:

koffae:

endlesslyhorany:

justincatman:

They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked at him lying in his pen. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly. I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life here, and I thought a dog couldn’t hurt. Give me someone to talk to. And I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls right after, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.

But at first, I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.

See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too.
Maybe we were too much alike.

I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that. “Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”
____________ _________ _________ _________

To Whomever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner. I’m not even happy writing it. He knew something was different.

So let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.

First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet. Doesn’t
matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads.

Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —-“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.”

He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business.

Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand.

He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.

Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain. He just loves to be around people, and me most especially.

And that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name’s not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name. But if someone is reading this … well it means that his new owner should know his real name. His real name is “Tank.” Because, that is what I drive.

I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with .. and it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, that they make one phone call to the shelter … in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption. Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally. And if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word.

Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family. And now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he
loved me.

If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth.

Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight - every night - from me.

Thank you,

Paul Mallory
____________ _________ _________ _______

I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me. Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver
Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.

The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

“C’mere boy.”

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months. “Tank,” I whispered.

His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my
face into his scruff and hugged him.

“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.” Tank reached up and licked my cheek.

“So whatdaya say we play some ball?” His ears perked again.

“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”

Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room. And when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.”

right in the feelings every damn time!

dont even fucking touch me i am crying so hard this is just ugh

Holy shit this is so happy and sad and I just

crying so much

TEARS EVERY DAMN TIME.

this never fails at making me cry.

lushvive: omg this is perfect

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:10:34 -0400

lushvive:

omg this is perfect

corgiaddict: jacksonstubbington: This is just a one week...

Sat, 18 May 2013 22:07:50 -0400

corgiaddict:

jacksonstubbington:

This is just a one week difference!!!! I wanted to retake this picture with a good camera and I noticed the change. He really is growing fast.

Puppies grow up too fast.

dad-s-little-girl: eyessetforward: field-of-consciousness: “...

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:46:34 -0400

dad-s-little-girl:

eyessetforward:

field-of-consciousness:

“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”

shit

i just died a little inside. that quote.. that quote just completed me.

I am crying.

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Sat, 18 May 2013 15:24:08 -0400

i have two moods: touch me don’t touch me

Fri, 17 May 2013 15:41:18 -0400

i have two moods:

touch me

don’t touch me

thelovenotebook: Love quotes? you will love this blog!

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:19:06 -0400

thelovenotebook:

Love quotes? you will love this blog!

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Fri, 17 May 2013 10:18:59 -0400

the-absolute-best-gifs:

This post has been featured on a 1000notes.com blog.