A Lunatic's Lament

liquorinthefront: * * * * * IT’S GIVEAWAY TIME! * * * * * Want...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:48:10 -0400

* * * * * IT’S GIVEAWAY TIME! * * * * *

Want some free swag?! Of course you do, who doesn’t? Well here I am to give ya some. I am giving away two shirts for freeeeeee! I myself have both of these shirts and I got two extras especially for you! Both of these shirts are mega-rad and I know they’d look great on you. The shirts are pictured above (cat not included). The one on the left is a Peaches shirt and if you don’t know what the hell the one on the right is, I am sorry. Your childhood must have sucked. KIDDING of course, but just watch this. Both of the shirts are pretty small, but don’t fret if you’re not teeny-tiny. Do something else with the tees! Cut ‘em up and make some patches! Hang ‘em on your wall! Give ‘em to a friend! Sell ‘em on Ebay! Dress up your dog!

Here are the rules and how to enter. It’s easier than pie (What does that even mean? Expressions are weird):
-Reblog this post in its entirety (once is enough)
-Likes don’t matter
-You don’t have to follow me (but it’d be awesome if you did)
-Have your Ask Box activated so I can notify you if you win!
-The winner will be randomly selected

That’s it! Good luck <3

Yes yes yessssssss. ^___^

almondskeyess: mimblexwimble: thisiswhiteculture: knowledgeequ...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 17:21:07 -0400

almondskeyess:

mimblexwimble:

thisiswhiteculture:

knowledgeequalsblackpower:

thenapturalone:

diemeowderkatze:

I AM SORRY BUT THIS IS WHY I AM EMBARRASSED TO BE AN AMERICAN. IF A HIJAB THAT DORNS THE AMERICAN FLAG PATTERN IS NOT ACCEPTABLE BUT SKIMPY ASS BIKINIS OR WEARING THE FUCKING ACTUAL FLAG IS ACCEPTABLE, JUST BECAUSE THE PERSON IS WHITE, I WANT TO FUCKING THROW UP.

(I don’t have a thing against Audrey Kitching, she was just merely and example).

But this fucking disgusts me right here. It makes me want to say, fuck this country and its racism and double standards.

I LITERALLY FUCKING CAN NOT

Give her a bullet to the head for walking down the street, minding her own business?? And they think SHE’S the terrorist.

White people are fucking monsters

shit i was just shopping for an american flag hijab. guess that’s not happening anymore.

what the actual FUCK

THIS IS SO VILE. I WANT TO THROW UP.

This is fucking disgusting. I hate people like this because they make ALL of American’s look like assholes. I seriously want to move out of this country so I don’t have to be associated with those groups anymore. I’ve never said anything bad or acted violently towards anyone like the people commenting have yet there is someone commenting on this saying white people are fucking monsters and that itself is also racism. Just thought I’d point that out. No one of any race, color, religion, sexual orientation, etc., deserves to be attacked based on those factors. The world is not perfect, people are definitely far from perfect, but by attacking the attackers with the same shit they use will get you nowhere and just create more hate and more anger in the world.

All I know is that if I ever saw someone actually attacking someone for having an American flag hijab I would do all that I could to save that person. It’s frustrating that those people don’t get that if she’s wearing an American flag hijab, means she likes the American flag. SHE IS IN NO WAY DISRESPECTING IT! If she was disrespecting it she would be setting it on fire, spitting on it, ripping it to shreds. But no, she’s just minding her own business and showing that she LIKES IT!

In the end, I think it’s cute and just a different fashion style. People need to get over themselves and just let people be them and do what they like.

laheyme: do you ever wonder if chris pine looks at lindsay lohan and goes “fuck what if i...

Sun, 16 Jun 2013 14:10:10 -0400

laheyme:

do you ever wonder

if chris pine looks at lindsay lohan and goes

“fuck what if i really did take all of her luck”

People are so...

Thu, 13 Jun 2013 01:54:40 -0400

closed-minded and hypocritical it pisses me off and upsets the crap out of me. In psychology class we had to answer if we would date someone with a mental or physical condition, why or why not, and so many people said yes to physical but no to mental because mental people could “snap”. They clearly don’t realize that everyone is capable of snapping and doing something bad, you don’t have to have a mental disorder to do so. Their other excuses are “At least with a physical condition you know what you’re getting into” AND “mental disorders could be hereditary and that’s horrifying to know” It’s like do they not realize that if you do your research or ask the person about their mental disorder that you will now know what you’re going into? Do they not know that physical disorders are too hereditary?? Did they not know that a lot of people with a physical illness may also tend to gain a mental illness? As someone with a mental disorder it upsets the shit out of me. Like I read their shit and all I wanted to say is fuck right off because of the nonsense they were spewing. Just glad the person I’m dating actually cares enough to help me to the best of their ability and isn’t afraid to face the bad things. Also! “We all go a little mad sometimes.” Enough said. >:|

liquorinthefront: astateofmind: elizabeths-curves: thebeginnin...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 15:19:53 -0400

liquorinthefront:

astateofmind:

elizabeths-curves:

thebeginningofhealthy:

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’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.”

Not thinspo, but deserves a reblog. Makes me cry everytime.

This made me cry too….

omg, Im in tears right now!

Every time it comes around I just cry and cry

crying.

Beautiful story.

I usually don’t reblog things that don’t really relate to this blog but… everyone can relate to this. I have tears in my eyes!

Beautiful.

cloudwatchingangels: w33nawbuzznarl: lisasedai: i hate it when there’s like a feeling in your gut...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:49:32 -0400

cloudwatchingangels:

w33nawbuzznarl:

lisasedai:

i hate it when

there’s like a feeling in your gut that something is very wrong and the feeling is so strong that it makes you feel physically ill but the problem is that there’s actually nothing wrong so you don’t know what to do

and the feeling just doesn’t go away

what if you have a soul mate and thats what happens

when theyre in trouble

agentgraham: #no one is more frustrated with the state of the...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:48:46 -0400

agentgraham:

#no one is more frustrated with the state of the human condition than steve harvey is

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Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:47:49 -0400

pleatedjeans:

via

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Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:44:31 -0400

jordaamn: johnstridur: adriofthedead: thesunmaid: parents making sex jokes grandparents making...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:44:11 -0400

jordaamn:

johnstridur:

adriofthedead:

thesunmaid:

parents making sex jokes

grandparents making sex jokes

nine-year-olds making sex jokes

nine-year-olds

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Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:43:50 -0400

thefrogman: This Fish Wants to be in All Your Pictures...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:43:09 -0400

thefrogman:

This Fish Wants to be in All Your Pictures [buzzfeed]

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Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:41:33 -0400

thefrogman: Photo credit: AFP/Getty Images

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:41:13 -0400

thefrogman:

Photo credit: AFP/Getty Images

Reblog if you remember

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:40:58 -0400

kenediclarysse:

90s90s90s:

captainswag:

jazz-dalek:

foreverhiddlestoned:

what dial-up sounds like.

the sound a floppy disk makes when you put it in the computer.

Wishbone.

Bill Nye the Science Guy.

blowing into the cartridge of the Playstation game when it started screwing up.

owning Titanic on a two-volume VHS set.

using cassettes.

Okay, now I’m just confused.

BLOWING INTO THE CARTRIDGE OF THE PLAYSTATION GAME

HAHAHAHAHA

Woooooooooooow.

bookofbiff: Crumbs. via: http://maximumble.thebookofbiff.com/201...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:39:55 -0400

bookofbiff:

Crumbs.

via: http://maximumble.thebookofbiff.com/2013/06/11/648-crumbs/

thefrogman: Coo Coo Ca-Cha! gifs by Beau [tumblr]

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 14:39:33 -0400

thefrogman:

Coo Coo Ca-Cha! gifs by Beau [tumblr]

When...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 03:27:24 -0400

People do really stupid shit, even after asking me what I think and they go against what I say and do what they do anyways then come back to me crying because what they did was stupid and wrong and now they are in a bad situation.

THAT’S WHY YOU LISTEN TO ME WHEN YOU FUCKING ASK! You’re asking me for a reason so you clearly trust my fucking judgement but like to be a stupid little rebel and do the opposite of what I say. Just..

Beyond frustrated with this shit. People need to stop wasting my time if they are just going to ignore everything I fucking say. Either get your shit together, then talk to me, or just go the fuck home because there is no time here and no more fucks to give. Mmk?

UGH

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 19:21:00 -0400

All people do is ask me for shit. Ask ask ask ask ask, then take take take take take. Like seriously I’m poor as shit yet everyone thinks it’s okay to take the little that I have. It’s fucking annoying. Also stealing my medication from me, getting caught and then having the fucking AUDACITY to ask me for some of them a few days later. I’m not a fucking pharmacy, get your own medicine. I’m not a general store, buy your own shit. I buy a 12 pack of pop? It becomes “Can I have one pop?” and when I say yes suddenly it seems like “Oh I mean one pop now, one at dinner, one before bed, and then one more in the morning…” WHAT IS THAT SHIT! You give a little and they take it all. It’s fucked up. I’m not giving anything anymore. Everyone around me can fend for themselves. It’s fucking sad when I get something for myself and I end up getting none of it because everyone else just takes takes takes. Like fuck off. I’m about to be a selfish little monkey with my food honestly, like that shit isn’t cheap.

Seriously…people will walk in on me in the kitchen all like

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 02:20:20 -0400