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If someone can adopt my doggy, I would be forever grateful.
My mom has been wanting to get rid of him for a long time, since he started barking at her yesterday (when he threw up and got sick) she decided that this was the last straw and she’s about to send him to a kill shelter. His name is Ares and he’s essentially a big teddy bear. He’s super sweet and he knows “sit,” he doesn’t go past any designated area that you tell him not to go into, and he knows “Come here, fatass!” (I taught him that one myself).
We live in atlanta.
I really don’t want him to be put down. My little brother has been in his room crying all day because he’s about to lose his best friend. If you know anyone who has room to spare for him, please signal boost!
i checked her blog and it seems like no one has adopted him. let’s help reblogging to find him a new house!
Thank you, I only have until Saturday!
guys please! :(
Signal Boost.
(via typewriterprose)
Someone please tell me that I’m good?
I go for so long without any form of positive reinforcement for my actions from other people, when I really do kind of need them. Now because people don’t tell me that whenever something negative about my behaviour is mentioned my anxiety goes into overdrive.
I know that I have had to toughen up about how sensitive I am when taking criticism, but when its constantly negative things I hear from people, it really gets to me, worse than most people.
Les Miserables according to Hugh Jackman and Anne Hathaway.
(Source: chiakigrl, via rebeccam12)
I’m grouchy, angry for no reason, sleepy and I just don’t want to do this fucking uni work. I have 4000 more words to write, need to get them done by tomorrow afternoon. I really want to do this, but I just cannot at the moment.
I’m just angry at life and angry at people. For no good reason it seems.
Sometimes I wish I was a 16 year old hate filled person again. It would be easier because at least then no one expected anything of me, and I would have had a chance to disappear into the cracks.
That and I was completely oblivious to how people treated me.
Anonymous asked: This might not help at all, but life becomes much less stressful when you stop expecting people to be logical. My uncle gave me that advice a few years ago and I think about it whenever I'm frustrated with condescending, totally incorrect and unreasonable people.
It works in theory, but its just so much harder when the ones hurting you are supposed to be the ones that love you the most. But that point there is the story of my life really.
Thanks for the kind words.
