You're As Happy As You Choose To Be. @thisishowthebeatdrops - Tumblr Blog

The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.

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concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe.

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AS ONE DOES.

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HE UNLEASHED 525 MILLION ANTS

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*takes one good photo* posts on all blogs, posts on all social media accounts, makes wallpaper, sends to friends, prints out and frames, emails to obama

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Stubborn Innocence

Fred had every reason to be an asshole.

He was born in a place where people fight for water and children are used as decoys in war. I came across Fred after four days of intense fighting. Things had calmed down and I began to look around the compound we had commandeered a few days prior.

That was when I spotted him.

He was curled up in a little dusty ball under a clump of limp bushes. As I approached, he lifted his head and I saw big black bugs crawling all over him.

What I noticed next has left an eternal impression on my soul and has shaped my personal philosophy ever since.

He was wagging his tail.

I stopped, the dust from my boots mixing with the dust around his tail like cigarette smoke between friends. In that moment our trust became iron clad.

Over the following weeks my team and I would see some of the most intense combat of the conflict in Afghanistan. Throughout it all Fred was there. Like a dusty ambassador he patrolled with us, slept with us, and was afraid with us. One thing was clear to my fellow Marines and I… Fred did not belong in Afghanistan. His stubborn innocence represented something worth fighting for and we were going to fight for him.

To this day getting Fred out of Afghanistan is the most illegal thing I have ever done. He beat me home by about 4 months, spending time with my father and sister back in Washington, DC while I continued to duke it out in his home town.

Over the last couple of years I have struggled to find my place after the Marines. Through this struggle I have been able to see that sharing Fred’s story is what I am suppose to do. This past summer I decided to simplify my life down to a couple of bags and my 1988 Toyota Land Cruiser.

Fred and I traveled the country, exploring some of our nation’s most sacred landmarks. Our travels allowed me to do one of my favorite things in the world, share Fred’s story with whoever will listen.

The reception we received from the diverse people of our country inspired us to continue traveling. The people we met and the places we explored served to confirm that we are on the right path.

I am excited to enter the Tumblr world. I look forward to sharing our adventures and demonstrating that it’s not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.

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princesswetkitty:

what’s the difference between jelly and jam?

I can’t jelly my dick up your ass