Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat? by Mark Englert ( + spot the hidden Eric! )
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Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat? by Mark Englert ( + spot the hidden Eric! )
I feel so fucking lost in life right now
I'm trying so hard not to cast him as the villain in my mind but he willfully and earnestly misled me not once but twice, and slandered my name behind my back in the mean time. If that wasn't malicious intent, I don't know what is.
Don’t you just hate it when you’re trying to plan something with your friend but she’s too distracted by her thingamabobs?
Maryland Renaissance Festival for my bestie's bachelorette!!
These are some of them, most were golden retrivers and labradors, but also included german shepherds and other breeds. Sadly most are dead now, while many people forget them and don’t spare them a thought.
As people lay dying, trapped and hurt, a team of nearly 100 loyal and courageous search dogs put their lives on the line to help humans. Without them, many more would not have survived, yet few people consider them.
In such a chaotic, terrifying, hot, acrid-smelling, smokey and loud environment, countless human lives depended on their ability to focus, listen, respond to their handlers, and work tirelessly. Stepping over cracked glass, hot tarmac, through flames and thick smoke, being winched over deep ravines, they battled on to seek out survivors and bring them aid.
They worked around the clock, day and night, searching, sniffing, over and over. Not only did they search, but they comforted - many eyewitnesses speak of how the dogs would stop and sit by newly-recovered victims, giving them a sense of hope and relief, before moving on to look for the next. As the situation became desperate, and the rescue workers and fire teams became utterly distraught at the amount of people who were recovered dead, these dogs brought them comfort, sitting with them on breaks, letting them grieve.
Many of these dogs are old, and have passed away. Let us remember the courage and loyalty they showed at such a horrendous event. They didn’t have a choice, but nonetheless they did what was asked of them and helped save countless lives. Don’t let their bravery be forgotten today either, or their determination to be a ‘good dog’ despite the scary and dangerous environment around them.
And let’s not forget that these dogs actually became depressed when they kept finding dead bodies; they thought they were failing to save people. The workers helping had to hide in the ruble just to let the dogs find a living person and lift their spirits.
Bretagne is (as of March 2015) the last 9/11 rescue dog still living. I hope she’s still with us. What a gal:
Bretagne with her handler Denise Corliss at Ground Zero 2001. Source: (X)
Ha ha ha
So it’s come up that someone I don’t want in my life - at all - at some point stumbled across my Tumblr and has been apparently keeping tabs on it for months. Keep in mind that I understand that this is a public social media platform and I knew it was a possibility, especially when I’m posting very private thoughts (without names) or semi-nude photos, that someone I hadn’t intended would view or read them. There’s nothing I could do about it except not let it be known that I have a Tumblr. Only two people I know offline even know it exists, but again, I knew it was a possibility.
Anyway, there is nothing I can do about you, unwelcome lurker, viewing it, but let me make a few points absolutely clear;
I don’t care. I don’t care what you think, I don’t care what you have to say. I wish you had been fired when this all began over six months ago. I don’t know how else to make it clear exactly what I think about you and this entire situation and to be honest, I’m fucking tired of saying it.
The only time I have ever talked about you here is in the capacity that you SCARE me, that you are CREEPY. I have been dating or sleeping with someone NOT YOU the entire time this shit has been going on so do not for a second think I’m holding out for you. I didn’t even “move on,” there was NOTHING to move on from.
But thanks for taking away something else. I’m scared to even be nice to people because how nice is too nice. I’m scared I’ll smile at the wrong person and have another fucking creep to deal with for almost a year. But now, NOW I can’t even post to something I thought was private without having to think twice. It’s getting to the point where I. Cannot. Breathe. So fine. I unblocked your number, I might even unblock you on IG and Facebook. Nothing I do is going to stop you. You’re still going to spin your lies and say stupid shit to people. So fine.
Colors // Halsey
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me: I don't care :)
me, one second later: *starts crying*
That sunlight makin me look paaaaaale as death. I'm not 100% behind this lip color but whatev. Off to pick up Whit for Chipotle and mall times; perfect way to end a fantastic weekend.
I'm still mad about Nathan's death. Don't look at me. I'm not crying, you're crying.
VIKINGS MEME: [1/1] Object ↣ Lagertha’s shield.
“Your mother was a famous shieldmaiden. Was? Is a famous shieldmaiden.”
☺️ This. Weekend. Was. Choice. Whatever happens, right now I'm happy and content and that's good.
do you ever finally have free time and panic because you dont know whether you want to read, watch tv, or watch a movie, and then suddenly it’s been 3 hours and all you’ve done is reblog a picture of chris evans