My friends corgi fell asleep in class
What fucking willy wonka school do these people go to where they can bring FUCKING SLEEPY PUPPIES
You are allowed to grieve the years you lost to mental illness. You’re allowed to be mad that it happened to you. You’re allowed to pine after the person you might have been had it been different. But don’t let that get in the way of your growing into your new self and following a wholly new path for your life.
Some Amazing Intricate Pokemon Bead Art by AgentDoppelnuller
Saturday died in my arms last night. yesterday i had a feeling it would be that day. i just had a feeling. i have never watched something die before. he wouldn’t eat or drink and just wanted to snuggle, and as soon as he stopped breathing, his teeth clenched and his entire body went stiff. i was really confused and am really fucking sad. he had a nice last day, though. after i came home from the darkroom my dad and i gave him a warm bath in the backyard while he nibbled on apples. then i wrapped him up in a little towel burrito and we walked all around the neighborhood and it sounds stupid but i just showed him all these flowers, because i thought maybe he, in his lil rabbit brain, would think they were really pretty or something. i think he did. and i talked to him a lot yesterday, more than usual. told him about when i first met him, told him about a bunch of nice times we’d had together in case he’d forgotten in his old age. i sound retarded being this sentimental about a rabbit but honestly he was one of my best friends. and when someone or something is there almost your whole life, whether it’s a person, or an animal, or even something dumb like a table or a blanket, you feel it when it leaves. i suppose it was time. but it doesn’t make it easier. he has been there almost my whole life. (14 years! he was insane) it’s crazy. fuck. loved that little buddy. so fucking much.
so my plan for halloween is to dress up as a Nazgul with my black horse and go trick or treating but instead of saying “trick or treat” i’ll either scream or hiss “Bagginssssssssss, Shhhhhhhire” and then ransack their villages in my search for the One Ring
i was joking
Lokasenna | Thor 2 OST
I don’t want to have high expectations with Thor 2 but… HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE???? LISTEN TO THIS FUCKING SONG. AAAAAAGH MY FEELS.
LOKASENNA. YARA, I SEE. I HEAR.
So what I’m taking away from this is that we can expect a scene in the movie where Loki disses everyone hardcore.
The woman on the left is a mother from Miami who was so desperate to feed her hungry family that she was trying to steal a lot of food.
The woman on the right is Miami-Dade County Police Officer Vicki Thomas. Officer Thomas was about to arrest Jessica Robles but changed her mind at the last minute.
Instead of arresting her, she bought Robles $100 worth of groceries:
“I made the decision to buy her some groceries because arresting her wasn’t going to solve the problem with her children being hungry.”
And there’s no denying they were hungry. Robles’ 12 year old daughter started crying when she told local TV station WSVN about how dire their situation was:
“[It’s] not fun to see my brother in the dirt hungry, asking for food, and we have to tell him, ‘There is nothing here.’”
Officer Thomas says she has no question that what she did was right:
“To see them go through the bags when we brought them in, it was like Christmas. That $100 to me was worth it.”
But Officer Thomas did have one request:
“The only thing I asked of her is, when she gets on her feet, that she help someone else out. And she said she would.”
And guess what? The story gets even better.
After word got out about what happened people donated another $700 for Jessica Robles to spend at the grocery store.
And then best of all a local business owner invited her in for an interview and ended up hiring her on the spot as a customer service rep.
She started crying when he told her:
“There’s no words how grateful I am that you took your time and helped somebody out. Especially somebody like me.”
And to think it all started with one veteran police officer trusting her “instinct” instead of going “by the book”.finally some good news to read
- Dated: 19th century
- Measurements: 55 cm overall length
The broad, crescent blade comes with a flared backspike while the wooden shaft is covered in crocodile skin and surmounted with a short leaf-shaped speartip. The head is etched with Arabic inscriptions.
Source: Copyright © 2013 Auction Flex
there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator
see what intrigues me about college isnt the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this
IT’S 3:30 AND I WENT DOWNSTAIRS BUT IT WAS PITCH BLACK AND I SNEEZED AND I DIDNT KNOW MY MOM WAS IN THE LIVING ROOM AND SHE WAS LIKE “BLESS YOU” AND I SCREAMED AND THE DOGS STARTED BARKING AND FINALLY MY DAD AND A COUPLE MINUTES LATER MY SISTER CAME DOWNSTAIRS TO ASK WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON AND NOW EVERYONE’S LAUGHING AT 3:30 IN THE MORNING SMH
Emma Kisiel holds a bachelor of fine arts with an emphasis in photography from the University of Colorado Denver. “At Rest” is a photographic series depicting roadkill on American highways and addressing our human fear of confronting death and viewing the dead. Kisiel’s images draw attention to the fact that, while man has a vast impact on animal and natural life, dominant American religions insist that animals do not have a place in Heaven and are, therefore, of little value in our society. To cause the viewer to feel struck by this truth, Kisiel photographs memorials she builds surrounding roadkill at the location at which its life was taken. “At Rest” expresses the sacredness to the bodies of animals accidentally hit by vehicles while crossing the road.
rip poor babas.