You can't take the sky from me.

Hey, everyone! I've moved blogs.

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 19:56:42 -0400

You can now find me here at prettymuch-butactually.

Gosh, I really really just want to start my blog over. Maybe I’ll make a new one and just link...

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 15:48:48 -0400

Gosh, I really really just want to start my blog over. Maybe I’ll make a new one and just link this one to that. Unsure.

I love this URL to death though. But I’m trying out this whole “clean slate” thing since my birthday, including health and weight and work and such.

Guh.

Maybe I’ll just clean this one up. Put it under construction or something.

We’ll see.

Chicago Fire + fire

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 15:44:57 -0400

Chicago Fire + fire

Tell Me; Who'd you cast as me?

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 15:38:58 -0400

themikaelsluts:

Bonus: Tell me who’d you cast as my love interest.

Double Bonus: Tell me who’d you cast as my best friend

YOU’RE IT! Rules are: copy this to 10 other beautiful people/blogs who you think deserve this message! Keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful! I’m giving it to you because I adore you and your fucking blog! <3

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 16:23:44 -0400

Thanks, Kira bb.

Much love <3<3

Tom Gauld | On Tumblr.

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:20:54 -0400

Tom Gauld | On Tumblr.

eddplant: samantha2k13: jamie-brooke: skyhii: They told...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:20:38 -0400

eddplant:

samantha2k13:

jamie-brooke:

skyhii:

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.

speechless

why did I have to read this while in class? cries…

I’ve read and reblogged this before. I didn’t even have to read it again to start crying.

What a fantastic story

Tina Fey - Inside the actors studio [x]

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:20:29 -0400

Tina Fey - Inside the actors studio [x]

manpires: I’ll take you out to breakfast. —You’ll burst into...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:20:25 -0400

manpires:

I’ll take you out to breakfast.

—You’ll burst into flame.

Good.

nerdyninjanicole: hey remember that one time the united states invaded panama so noriega took...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:20:23 -0400

nerdyninjanicole:

hey remember that one time the united states invaded panama so noriega took refuge into the embassy of the holy see and then the united states set up speakers and blasted heavy metal music and the howard stern show until he came out and surrendered?

horsesornothing: I’ll take them all, thanks

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:20:04 -0400

Naja Hi

Tarumandai Do Pentagono

DEM Mantequilla

DEM Da Leche

horsesornothing:

I’ll take them all, thanks

wingedwolves: inspiration for the lady of shalott But in her...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:19:45 -0400

wingedwolves:

inspiration for the lady of shalott

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
	  And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half-sick of shadows," said
	  The Lady of Shalott.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
	  She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
	  The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse--
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
	  Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
	  The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
	  She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
	  The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
	  Turn'd to tower'd Camelot;
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
	  The Lady of Shalott.

   - ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

theartofanimation: Jakob Eirich

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:18:22 -0400

theartofanimation:

Jakob Eirich

welovestopmotion: Tetris Stop Motion Chalk Art by Chris...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:18:12 -0400

welovestopmotion:

Tetris Stop Motion Chalk Art by Chris Carlson (Thanks Mireia!)

merbearedie: AU in which Hiccup and Toothless died killing the...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:17:59 -0400

merbearedie:

AU in which Hiccup and Toothless died killing the dragon queen and the man in the moon turned Hiccup into the guardian of imagination. Hiccup is called to his first meeting with his fellow guardians and immediately gets into a snafu with Jack.

theartofanimation: Phan Thu Trang

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:17:28 -0400

theartofanimation:

Phan Thu Trang

baliset: ain’t no party like a Gatsby party because a Gatsby party don’t stop until at least two...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:17:16 -0400

baliset:

ain’t no party like a Gatsby party because a Gatsby party don’t stop until at least two people are dead and everyone is disillusioned with the jazz age as a whole

Photo

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:17:12 -0400

Photo

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 19:17:03 -0400

mercurieux: Spring Blossoms - Frederico Andreotti.

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 21:39:45 -0400

mercurieux:

Spring Blossoms - Frederico Andreotti.