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Being Alone, Charlie, and Crying: "I'm not crying, you are"
In loving memory of Charlie
Please help yourself to a tennis ball
for your dog to enjoy You may also wish
to pop it back in the box afterwards
for another pooch to erjoy If you wish
to keep it then thats fne
Remember to live each moment just
like
your dog, with unconditional
oyalty and happiness
My friend got his "golden retriever" pup from a
sketchy breeder that claimed it was a full golder
retriever. Fast forward 8 years, Ta-Da!
You never dine alone when you have a dog.
One's way more spunky than the others. Can you tell which one?
Coworker caught the cutest boop I've ever seen
Animal snaps
Animal snaps
Family, Friends, and Memes: loving and supporting
my friends & family
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Charlie, Fire, and Pop: In loving memory of Charlie
Please help yourself to a tennis ball
for your dog to enjoy You may also wish
to pop it back in the box afterwards
for another pooch to enjoy If you wish
to keep it then thats fire
Remember to live each moment just
with unconditional
and happiness
This is so damn wholesome
This is so damn wholesome
Dank, Girls, and The Game: #IamBrettKavanaugh
Let me explain. A few nights back, at bedtime, as we were ushering the girls upstairs, I leaned in to give my two-year-old daughter a snuggle. She pulled away. We do this sometimes; it’s our little game. So, playing my part, I feigned an indignant, overly-dramatic offense, which made her giggle. We were playing, of course, so naturally I leaned in again for my second attempt. Same pull-away. Same feigned offense. Same giggle.
On the third round, she began to lose interest in the game, and instead reached for her binky. I, being in possession of said binky, having just rinsed it off, held it up, just out of reach.
A bargaining chip.
It only took a split second. My wife and I exchanged an identical look of instant recognition. In that moment, I knew. I actually felt it, deeply and personally. I have always empathized, or at least tried to, but now I understood.
And it sickened me. And scared me.
Because how can you be part of the solution when you don’t even realize you’re still part of the problem?
Because the sense of entitlement is ingrained to the point of instinct.
Because we judge ourselves based on our intentions but judge others based on their actions.
And because the underlying danger isn’t reserved only for the risk of an overt assault, but in the fact that one’s intentions and actions can be completely incongruous without even realizing it.
Were my intentions in the little scene I described anything but those of a loving father? Of course not.
Did my actions equate in their severity to those of someone who forces himself on women? No.
Will it be easy for some reading this post to view it as overreaction or dismiss it as liberal brainwashing? Highly likely.
But the simple fact here is that even at the age of two, my little girl is learning what it means to be female.
She’s learning that her affection has value and that withholding it can have consequences.
That her consent, if not offered outright, will likely be subjected to coercion.
That there is a path of least resistance.
In recent days, I, like many, have struggled to reconcile the moment we are in, and to see a path forward. I’ve been enraged. Outraged. Incredulous. Helpless. Depressed. Angry.
But now I am resolute.
The change we need won’t *begin* with elected officials or judicial appointments. It will begin with each and every one of us taking a good hard look in the mirror; in our own individual ability to acknowledge our flaws and to be mindful of them in the behavior we model moving forward.
It begins by raising our sons to own their actions with humility.
It begins by raising our daughters to own their power without apology.
It begins by no longer tolerating a look-the-other-way culture of hypocrisy and calling out those who do loudly, publicly and relentlessly until they are shamed into self-reflection or out of positions of influence.
It begins right now.
(via Marc Giannettino)
#IamBrettKavanaugh Let me explain. A few nights back, at bedtime, as we were ushering the girls upstairs, I leaned in to give my two-year-o...
Fall, Life, and Love: 34. MOTHER AND FATHER CANNOT BE
COMPARED
MOTHER
FATHER
One who loves till you close One who loves without an
your eyes, is a "Mother". expression in the eyes, is a
Introduces you to the world. Introduces the world to you
Makes sure you are not Makes sure you know the
Father"
Gives you living
value of starving
Personifies Responsibility
Teaches you to get up from a
Gives you life
starving.
Personifies Care
Protects you from a fall
fall.
Teaches you walking.
Teaches you walk of life
Teaches from her own Teaches you to learn from
experiences
your own experiences
Reflects Ideology
Reflects Reality
Mother's love is known to you Father's love is known when
since birth
you become a Father.
Enjoy what your father says.
Keep loving your mother.
as ak ak
True 👏👏👏
True 👏👏👏
Jealous, Memes, and Parents: Man, this avocado looks like it was brought up
in a loving home with both parents and
even taken to a private school
I’m jealous of this avocado. If I was an avocado they wouldn’t sell me under clearance at the dollar store @memes
I’m jealous of this avocado. If I was an avocado they wouldn’t sell me under clearance at the dollar store @memes
Bad, Life, and Tumblr: The Two Paths
AT 15
CIGARETTES & SELF-ABUSE
AT 15
STUDY CLEANLINE55
hat Will The Boy Become?
AT 25
PURITY & ECONOMV
AT 25
UMPURITY &r DISSIPATION
AT 36
VICE &DEGENERACY
AT 36
HONORABLE SUCCESS
AT 60
VENERABLE OLD AGE
AT 4 8
MORAL-PHYSICAL WRECK
The Two Paths
What Willthe Ci
AT 13
STUDY & OBEDIENCE
AT 13
BAD LITERATURE
AT 20
AT 20
FLIRTING & COQUETTERY
VIRTUE &DEVOTION
AT 26
A LOVING MOTHER
AT 26
FAST LIFE&DISSIPATION
AT 40
AN OUTCAST
AT 60
AN HONORED GRANDMOTHER
108
The Octopus Of Evil Habits
And Victims Of "High Life"
ramonperez:
agathaheterodyne:
strandbooks:
More from Light on Dark Corners by B. G. Jefferis and J. L. Nichols. (Because you asked for it.)
THE OCTOPUS OF EVIL HABITS
Clearly, I chose poorly…
ramonperez: agathaheterodyne: strandbooks: More from Light on Dark Corners by B. G. Jefferis and J. L. Nichols. (Because you asked for it....
Bored, Shit, and Anonymous: Anonymous
09/07/18(Fri)20:32:23 No.82638615
having a shit year
one day bored
decide to get high and go for a walk with
my dog so I can listen to Bjork's
Hyperballad
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>having a nice time
walk past a couple with a kid
>couple asks me if their toddler can pet my dog
>they pat my dog
loving it. They're really happy and they compliment my
dog a lot
feeling extremely happy and emotional because of
wholesome interaction
>happiest I have felt this year
ldon't Know if I will see the couple ever again but I want
to say you really helped me. Ihank you
Anon makes a stranger happy
Anon makes a stranger happy