damn right

chasingcomics: The Man Who Lives Alone My Intro to Comics final...

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:04:09 +0800

chasingcomics:

The Man Who Lives Alone

My Intro to Comics final about ghosts and love.

How Animals Eat Their Food

Tue, 14 May 2013 19:43:35 +0800

How Animals Eat Their Food

tableinthecorner: psilentasincjelli: striderbaby: superwholock...

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:37:17 +0800

tableinthecorner:

psilentasincjelli:

striderbaby:

superwholockian-in-camelot:

obsessedbooknerd:

LOOK AT ALL THE EMOTIONS

I literally didnt recognize her

i only knew it was her because of the start of the shhh shhh and the fascinating gif…

It’s almost like the character makes a difference. It’s almost like Bella Swan is a terribly written and completely flat character and no actress could have believably put emotion into her portrayal with the lines and motivations they were given. It’s almost like when she’s given a decent character she can give a great performance. IT’S ALMOST LIKE SHE’S AN ACTRESS.

daaaamn she looks yoooung my gooood

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Mon, 13 May 2013 22:11:00 +0800

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iiiloveyougypsyeyes: all black always, forever

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:05:02 +0800

iiiloveyougypsyeyes:

all black always, forever

marielikestodraw: dirtydirtychai: asexual-not-a-sexual: Here...

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:04:47 +0800

marielikestodraw:

dirtydirtychai:

asexual-not-a-sexual:

Here are some reaction badges for when people troll you with their bullshit and ignorance.

These are glorious.

Ahahha perfect

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Mon, 13 May 2013 18:46:05 +0800

urmother: http://www.geocities.jp/tarou2rain/ilust.html

Mon, 13 May 2013 18:38:28 +0800

urmother:

http://www.geocities.jp/tarou2rain/ilust.html

houseofvogue: y-ep: alaea: Imagine it’s Sunday morning, your...

Mon, 13 May 2013 17:14:43 +0800

houseofvogue:

y-ep:

alaea:

Imagine it’s Sunday morning, your perfect boyfriend just woke up in the comfy apartment you own together in Manhattan, NYC. You were just making some breakfast when you see him stirring in the bed, and snap a quick picture before he turns at the noise of your camera and smiles at you. He rushes down to wrap you in a big, warm hug and begins to make some coffee.

^ perfection

DHEJEJKEPW

iiiloveyougypsyeyes: eternally hilarious

Sun, 12 May 2013 21:04:03 +0800

iiiloveyougypsyeyes:

eternally hilarious

ch-eap: ryandonato: Dennis Oppenheim, Two Stage Transfer...

Sun, 12 May 2013 20:55:36 +0800

ch-eap:

ryandonato:

Dennis Oppenheim, Two Stage Transfer Drawing

“As I run a marker along Eric’s s back he attempts to duplicate the movement on the wall. My activity stimulates a kinetic response from his sensory system. I am, therefore, Drawing Through Him.”

absolutely genius

reaill: !!!!

Sun, 12 May 2013 15:26:52 +0800

reaill:

!!!!

d4untles-s: 10000steps: sayhellotoskinnyme: They told me the...

Thu, 09 May 2013 23:57:48 +0800

d4untles-s:

10000steps:

sayhellotoskinnyme:

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.”

Not thinspo, but deserves a reblog. Makes me cry everytime.

This made me cry too….

omg, Im in tears right now!

v-mf: dnastyy: jazzlesthecat: 18 years. Robin thicke and his...

Thu, 09 May 2013 17:19:07 +0800

v-mf:

dnastyy:

jazzlesthecat:

18 years. Robin thicke and his wife together since they were 14; they were each others “first everything.”

Take that you non-believers

So fucking cute. You can’t find a love like this anymore

started from the bottom now we here

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Fri, 03 May 2013 00:03:57 +0800

thetremblingofmyhand: Hey, let’s read some fanfics lET’S NO T READ SOE M FANIF CS

Thu, 02 May 2013 18:01:20 +0800

thetremblingofmyhand:

Hey, let’s read some fanfics

lET’S NO T READ SOE M FANIF CS

connuh: jackieblower: felicianguyen: holy shittt OH MY GOD,...

Thu, 02 May 2013 16:24:02 +0800

connuh:

jackieblower:

felicianguyen:

holy shittt

OH MY GOD, this was my shit

1st grade jump start holla

oschawott:

Thu, 02 May 2013 16:23:29 +0800

oschawott:

paper-trees: phan-tasmagoria: kochovska: parenting. you’re...

Thu, 02 May 2013 15:46:56 +0800

paper-trees:

phan-tasmagoria:

kochovska:

parenting. you’re doing it right.

Beyond cute omg

i thought it was cute and then i realised what was on the tv and i melted

daphattack: It’s a hamster sandwich. All the squish

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 11:12:17 +0800

daphattack:

It’s a hamster sandwich.

All the squish

damn right

chasingcomics: The Man Who Lives Alone My Intro to Comics final...

How Animals Eat Their Food

tableinthecorner: psilentasincjelli: striderbaby: superwholock...

credit

iiiloveyougypsyeyes: all black always, forever

marielikestodraw: dirtydirtychai: asexual-not-a-sexual: Here...

Photo

urmother: http://www.geocities.jp/tarou2rain/ilust.html

houseofvogue: y-ep: alaea: Imagine it’s Sunday morning, your...

iiiloveyougypsyeyes: eternally hilarious

ch-eap: ryandonato: Dennis Oppenheim, Two Stage Transfer...

Dennis Oppenheim, Two Stage Transfer Drawing

“As I run a marker along Eric’s s back he attempts to duplicate the movement on the wall. My activity stimulates a kinetic response from his sensory system. I am, therefore, Drawing Through Him.”

reaill: !!!!

d4untles-s: 10000steps: sayhellotoskinnyme: They told me the...

v-mf: dnastyy: jazzlesthecat: 18 years. Robin thicke and his...

Photo

thetremblingofmyhand: Hey, let’s read some fanfics lET’S NO T READ SOE M FANIF CS

connuh: jackieblower: felicianguyen: holy shittt OH MY GOD,...

oschawott:

paper-trees: phan-tasmagoria: kochovska: parenting. you’re...

daphattack: It’s a hamster sandwich. All the squish