online advice: simply saying ‘hi’ and nothing else isn’t the best opener for messaging a person you don’t know

you know when a baby cries itself out and then they get that dazed look because they can’t remember what they were sad about????? other than the very last part that’s kind of how i feel

rcaqua:

Oh to be an early 2000’s brown boot female horror game protagonist

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theinformationcollector:

TIL Dr. Sigmund Freud was addicted to smoking and failed to quit for good throughout a 45 years long battle that included 33 operations for cancer of the jaw, an artificial jaw replacement, and attacks of “tobacco angina” exacerbated by nicotine . He was known to smoke up to twenty cigars a day.

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Jesus ffucking christ bro.

Seems like he had an oral fixation… Almost as if he were replacing the cigarette with… No i shant say…

Then we’ll all say it together

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nendocris:

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nendocris:

Lusamine is so funny, how do you even get your hair to be like that

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Apparently, Miles had a cancerous tumor that was pretty inoperable no matter what, and would have only grown larger and larger. It was even pushing his teeth out of place, and one half of his lips were swollen.

The last straw was when he threw up on the floor today and it came out black; he was such a polite dog that he was drinking his own blood back up as well as soaking his fur with it so he wouldn’t make a mess. That’s when we knew it was over for him.

He was very good at the vet’s office, but I think he somehow understood he wasn’t coming back — he’d been on the other side of the situation before, so he knew that once in awhile, the really sick and/or old pets had to go somewhere and never come back. He was extremely polite and cooperative to the veterinarian and the technician performing the euthanasia, possibly because he was too tired to react frantically. Before the procedure, he laid down on the cool floor rather than the fuzzy blanket they gave him because his thick fur always attracted heat like crazy in the summer, much to his chagrin.

I’m just glad I could get some closure and stroke his sweet copper, black and cream waves and his soft and pretty ears in his final moments, and that his condition wasn’t a consequence of anybody’s doing.

But still… The house already feels emptier without him.

Well. I have to put my old dog, Miles, to sleep.

He’s been bleeding from a huge growth in his mouth for a few weeks now and we weren’t able to afford treatment since it’s likely a cancerous tumor or similar. His happiness has dwindled so much in the past several days and it’s only getting worse, so we have to end his suffering. I’m looking at his beautiful face and it hurts so much to know he’s in such deep pain.

I knew he was aging, cataracts beginning to form and his face beginning to sag, but I had no way of knowing something so bad would happen to him. Otherwise, he could’ve pulled through for longer, I know he could’ve, but this is something he cannot recover from. At least not without removing his lower jaw, as far as I know, and he’s had enough oral problems already.

I guess this is just a letter to myself so I can feel better, which is selfish, but…

Goodbye, my angel.

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lowdowndandy:

If you’d like a reference for what Tumblr looked like when I joined it and then you might understand why people are saying it’s copying Twitter

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secondbeatsongs:

somehow instead of saying “as a treat”, I’ve started using the phrase “for morale”, as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.

and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.

I’m not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me

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iknowitwontwork:

what is the first thing that comes to ur mind when u think of the person u rb’d this from?

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evilscientist3:

WARNING: Your current status debuff “Poster’s Malaise” is making you 50% worse at posting for the next 17 Hours, 26 Minutes, 14 Seconds. Post anyway?

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horseblob:

dark insight into tumblr future?

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reason #4937373737 to kill cops and their families

the day they took down ricky pee pee

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