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bohdies: yehloser: you gave me one broken candy cane and one perfect one in costa rica!!!
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d4untles-s: 10000steps: sayhellotoskinnyme: 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’tmatter 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 heloved 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 SilverStar 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 myface 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.” Not thinspo, but deserves a reblog. Makes me cry everytime. This made me cry too…. omg, Im in tears right now!
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I HAEV BEEN LAUHGIN GFOR ABUOT THRITY MINTUES SOMEON EHALP

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Anonymous asked: I think you're an amazing person and I'm glad to have such an incredible friend like you. You are genuinely spectacular and all those people who say otherwise, or who tell you how you should live your life can go get fucked. Keep being you. Because you truly are the most amazing human I know.

Brb crying. <3 Thank you so much.

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To all my anon abusers~

This is your first and final warning, and chance to redeem yourself. The police will be contacted before the end of the month. My uncle is HoI here, and he has said the messages will be treated as cyber bullying, and punishments will be given accordingly. So, here is your get out of jail free card, so to speak. message me on fb, or here with your actual account, and we can discuss your feelings towards me like adults. If you do not take this chance, I will take your messages to the police, and you can expect a lovely surprise from them. This is it, guys. I hope you own up and take responsibility to avoid the law getting involved.

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Anonymous asked: In the blink of an eye everything can change. Forgive often and love with all your heart, you never know when you won't get the chance again.

i don’t hold grudges. I have in the past, but at the moment, I have forgiven everyone. 

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Anonymous asked: Dear Hannah, In the past I have felt unworthy. I think I am a good person and I put a lot of effort into it. I don't want to treat you mean to keep you keen. I'm worthy and so are you, but that isn't honesty. Perhaps you were in fear that I hate you, which is something that isn't good for people. Or, you weren't interested in being my friend. If in fact you don't want me, I still like you and I wish you all the best.

Who is this? <3

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Anonymous asked: Don't let those negative anons get to you! They don't know you like I do. They only see what you show them. They don't see who you really are. You're a wonderful human being and you deserve every ounce of joy you get, tenfold.

I’ll give you joy ;D

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Anonymous asked: You're very pretty (:

Thank you :3

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bitchofbelair: fauxxpale: i should get off the internet i’m sorry i wrote this fuck me  scarily accurate
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Anonymous asked: I'm sorry if that's all you took from it. All the dead shits you think about before you fall asleep... I bet if you tried you can think of at least one or more great people that you sideline the fuck out of, or are afraid to have any closer than an arms length. Stop being so damn afraid. The right people are there. Be open minded and you might find someone cares about you, and you wouldn't have to as you put it "Maintain" anything because you'd already really matter to them.

Negative. I sideline people for a reason. Michael and I have spoken about this. Batholemew is too much mental for me to have closer than arms length. Kolesarik is my Brother, c’nuf said. There isn’t anyone else I can think of. If you are another person I’ve sidelined, and you genuinely believe there is NO reason as to why I have done that to you, please come off anon or something so we can discuss how horrible I am.

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Anonymous asked: I've been lurking this blog since you changed it, and I still have no god damned idea which direction to read it in.

Hahahahahahha. There is no real direction. Take Acid, enjoy.

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Anonymous asked: You keep meeting and trying to be friends with the same douches, I know you're lonely but damn girl. No wonder you find it so hard to appreciate anything good you actually have got. Start from there. Then think about people you might have stuff in common with, and no I'm not talking about whether they dye their hair. Who is genuinely interested in you and who you are? Sometimes people hurt us, but if they're going to try and try again, reach out, and be better or are good. They should matter.

I’m kinda offended that you think I’m shallow enough to connect with people purely based on their mutual liking for hair colouring… 

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Anonymous asked: I feel like ranting to you about how what you do effects me, but I know you'll just yell at me and say something to me that will kill me inside.

Ah yep, because all I want to do in life is hurt people and be a fucking bitch. 

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