Ok guys, time for your opportunity to save a life. These two are in need of help- they’re both scheduled to be euthanized on Tuesday (the 11th). The black lab’s name is Precious and the beagle is Amber. They’re both pretty young and are at Morgan County Animal Control in Jacksonville, IL. If you have room in your home and heart, please give them a call BEFORE Tuesday. Call 217-245-4015 M-F or after hours (up to 10pm), Flo, The Dog PEN Rescue 217-589-4269.
Guys, please spread this around so as many people as possible will see it. These two deserve to go to a home.
I THINK MY MOM IS CONSIDERING LETTING ME GET ONE OF THEM I LIVE ABOUT THREE HOURS FROM THAT SHELTER
My world has just twisted and launched itself into a whole new level
There were always warning signs but you were blinded by hope and and thoughts like, 'Maybe this time it'll be different'. You chose to stay inside a burning building until the smoke became too thick to clear and the foundation began to crack. But now it was time to get yourself out.
No one tells you, though, that trying to move on is a kind of death that you inflict upon yourself. People always make it sound so easy, as if by emptying the stuff in your house, you can empty yourself of the love you still feel.
The memories you have like to coddle you. Laughter and late nights drunk on the feeling of being young and infatuated. They deposited in you the way sand deposits onto wet summer skin. They stick on you in the most unconventional places, underneath fingernails and knobby knees. But you let them stay because it reminds you of how you were once in the water and the sun was beating on your neck.
You now know that was how you ruin yourself.
Before the word us turned into something singular, everything had already changed. You look back, really look back, and you see that he is not the same. And neither are you. So you release the fists clenching onto the past and you take off your rose-colored glasses.
You used to mistake the silhouette on the wall for yourself. Used to think of yourself as a stray cat scratching on his door, waiting to be let in again. Not anymore.
It takes time for you to realize that your life with him is not juxtaposed. It’s not as simple as a before and after. He is just a detour on your journey. The destination is still there, waiting for you.
When you finally let go, it is like opening your front door and seeing yourself standing there again.
Welcome home, it’s been so long.
if you give kids zero restrictions they’ll become the nicest fucking kids ever who never do drugs or get into trouble i know because my parents let me do nothing but eat chicken nuggets all day and read hentai until 4am and i am a straight A student
Seriously though this seems to be the case with a ton of people I know, if you don’t restrict them all the time they actually do better and are mentally healthier
WHY DON’T PARENTS UNDERSTAND THIS?!?
You’re all fucking stupid.
Kids with no boundaries become whiny, shithead, nonproductive members of society who can’t handle authority or rules.
Shut the fuck up.
She’s really proud of herself. She rolled this out and then sat on it, admiring it, for a really long time.
Your sister is dead. Because of you.
holy mother of HD
Fuck all the suicide hotlines and shit for a second.
Reblog this just in case; you never know who might need it.
where was this when my dog was dying ):
this could save a loved one.
Snails Kiss On Cherries [photo by Vyacheslav Mishchenk]
THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANT MY LIFE TO BE
You’re not hardcore unless you live hardcore
wow that’s a big squirrel