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fagswerehere: katherine-loves-one-direction: doing-it-for-danni...

Tue, 04 Dec 2012 23:22:33 -0500

katherine-loves-one-direction:

doing-it-for-danni:

princesscarrieanne:

When the maker of tumblr is on your dashboard, always reblog.

Number one rule of Tumblr.

Very hot daddy…

haha :)

holy shit. I just notice that lol

Need a laugh? This blog is just what you need!

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 14:18:37 -0400

Need a laugh? This blog is just what you need!

cannotcomeupwithaclevername: consulting-meerkat: fallintolight:...

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 18:24:18 -0400

cannotcomeupwithaclevername:

consulting-meerkat:

fallintolight:

beinggayisokay:

“Religion done right” Made rebloggable by request

/sobs

Bravo.

Slow clap.

reblog, then go to your page and click the girl holding the tumblr sign

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 20:57:02 -0400

phasmastrange:

aishaneko:

giveherhellfromuspeeves:

chemicalfreak:

tearsdonttfall:

indiie-mermaids:

and never get bored again!

i bet faceboook didn’t think of this

FOEVAH REBLOG!

I LOVE THIS

omg i just spent close to an hour on this!! omg i need a life

this is awesome!

I JUST SCREAMED HOLY SHIT ALOUD

make sure to click on the “tumblr” pic :U BUT THIS IS SO COOL OH MY GOD.

At first I thought it was going to be something scary, but this is awesome!

just reblogging to see what this is…

If you love your mom, repost this. One girl didn't and her mom died 4 days later.

Sat, 25 Aug 2012 13:59:43 -0400

psychotic-teens:

THE AMOUNT OF NOTES. <3 i’ve reblogged so many times lol NOT RISKING IT

WOULD NEVER RISK THIS

mauwmauw2-0: This will probably never happen, so I can give it...

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 03:49:59 -0400

mauwmauw2-0:

This will probably never happen, so I can give it a shot. If this pic gets 2000 notes I will remove the blur and post the high res version… But no cheating by reblogging this 100 times!

(If you want my blog to stay reblog this if not send me hate.

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 17:29:35 -0400

Reblog this if you are literally suprised when people find you attractive.

Sat, 23 Jun 2012 23:19:58 -0400

most-awkward-moments: boners-galore: karcuntvantass: zombiezer...

Sat, 23 Jun 2012 00:42:38 -0400

most-awkward-moments:

boners-galore:

karcuntvantass:

zombiezeromotion:

whatwhatchickenbutt:

pers0na:

shanabanned:

redqualls:

reblogging for the last guy’s face because I lost my shit

OMG THAT FACE

*dies*

godDAMNIT OH MY OGD HE’ SPERFECT

Have your daily laugh-gasm here!

Oh my God. I laughed at that last face so hard that my dog ran in from the other room because he was alarmed by the noises I was making. My laugh didn’t even sound human.

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

Sat, 16 Jun 2012 22:57:16 -0400

askfleurdestalker:

xxbeardiexx:

apples-and-cookies:

life-of-memories96:

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

— I Wuv my mommy too!

I luv you mommy

Cici: Even though I don’t know you, just at the chances that you’re still alive :3

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Wed, 13 Jun 2012 12:18:34 -0400

askevilestia: i sure am

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 12:16:32 -0400

askevilestia:

i sure am

TUMBLR GROUP HUG!!! (reblog to join)

Thu, 31 May 2012 13:10:05 -0400

The person I reblogged this from is beautiful.

Tue, 29 May 2012 23:41:55 -0400

“They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie, as I looked...

Mon, 28 May 2012 22:56:44 -0400

“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.”

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Tue, 22 May 2012 17:43:05 -0400

Reblog if you don't care if someone is transgender, straight, gay, lesbian or bisexual.

Tue, 22 May 2012 17:36:38 -0400

smile-you-got-this:

emilie-indigo-gaskin:

My followers better all reblog this.

There should be more notes

REBLOG FOLLOWERS.

As long as you’re willing to love, you’re alright in my book <3

i fucking love this.

This is amazing <3

No H8

<3

If you don’t rebolg this:

effuimgrim: hyperbolic-time-chamber: lonk: nymine: blackstarr...

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 18:37:00 -0400

effuimgrim:

hyperbolic-time-chamber:

lonk:

nymine:

blackstarryo:

grapplez:

stale-brain-cake:

red-hime:

mirmulnir:

gallowscalibrator:

do you know how many people on here especially pronounce “chey” as “shay” and “chay”. iTS SAID… SHY…. MY NAME IS CHEYENNE SHY-ANNE…………

and people always spell my last name kenny no its kennEy

Fallon is not pronounced like fall on please stop before I use your good shirt to wipe my butt

eeyep

Pretty surprisingly!! I mean, Jei is isn’t a super regular spelling, but I’ve had people pronounce that as gel, as jeye, as a lot of other things. It’s Jay, like bluejay. I just have to spell it like a stupid special snowflake YEAHHH
Also how does someone mispronounce gross it’s just ew gross like me

Haha it’s funny how people always pronounce “Reghan” as “REE-GAN” I mean come on it’s one letter off from being Meghan!!!!! It’s not that hard guys!!! But alas, almost everyone I meet says “ree-gan”— it’s to the point where I don’t even correct them anymore!

How fuckin hard is it to say “Ryan”?

SO MANY PEOPLE ask “Brain?” and I’m like, “RY-an.” With an R!

Blythe is my name.

I have been:

Bleth

Blithe

Bloithe

Bloth

Blanch

Blaire

Blaine

Megan

Joyce

Joy

Gracie

Elaine

Amanda

I think some people hear/see my name and go ‘OH HELL NO! What does she look like? A Heather? I’ll call her Heather’.

“please have a seat there, mister.. *looks at my surname on paper* Longdicks/londoo/landhex/lendix”

Blackstarryo, Dude. I feel you’re pain. Ryan is not such an uncommon, quit calling me Brian!

I’m used to people getting Kuc wrong, but I really get thrown for a loop when people get my first name wrong. Jen is short for Jennifer; it rhymes with when. Every so often people think my first name is actually Jean.

My last name is O’Bryne, it’s pronounced “O Bir-EYE-in”. Everyone either pronounces it O-Brine, or spells it O’Brian/O’Bryan.

things2keepinmind: crackalackin’…..i just love this check it...

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 23:36:25 -0400

things2keepinmind:

crackalackin’…..i just love this

check it :)——->http://things2keepinmind.tumblr.com/

apple-bucking-season: (via Big Mac in socks by *suirobo)

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 20:05:15 -0400

apple-bucking-season:

(via Big Mac in socks by *suirobo)