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c0rtn3y-carma:

eccentric-ity:

hifuckme:

shavingryansprivates:

This raccoon never left the side of a cat who was dying of a tumour  The cat was comforted for the final hours of her life by her long time friend.

it’S PETTING THE CAT

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE OK

This is killing me

omfg the second one… he’s just like “i’m gonna hold you now… shhh…. here it comes”

05APR13

My first true post and a (sorta) look into my mind. Hope the world is ready:
• spent the last two days surrounding myself with Elvis. It all came around when i saw someone post a link to a video of him on youtube. I feel pity for the person that had such a gifted voice and shared with us but was unable to get beyond his past. Anger at his entourage that would be pissed with him not confronting them but they failed to do the same to him. The doctors that would over prescribe him medication that was unnecessary.
• I guess I’m getting over it now that I decided to “put pen to paper” about it. I had so many thoughts prior to this but now my obsession appears to be subsiding. When I discovered that I am approaching the age he was when he died it hit me that he was not that old. It seems like I’m late for the party again. I was only six when he passed and I don’t believe I even knew who he was then. I remember discovering his music years later through my parents record collection. I may have been eight or so. And even then and years later I still couldn’t grasp that he was now unobtainable to see in person, to meet. I felt the same after Freddie Mercury passed. I knew Queen’s music almost a decade prior but my appreciation for them wavered for a while and never appreciated the man until after he was gone. He really was another with a great vocal range. The thing about Elvis though according to what I hear now from his live performances is his voice never faltered. It was amazing.
• this appears to be enough on that subject. I’m sure there isn’t that much interest.

chlochloariadne:

exquisitedialectics:

mikelernerphotography:

My Wife’s Fight With Breast Cancer
one of the saddest and most beautiful photo essays I’ve ever seen

I don’t think I could ever be this open photographically showing my wife slowly dying. I couldn’t do it, but this is beautiful.

I’ve scrolled past this like 4 times today and I couldn’t reblog it because it’s too hard. It’s hard to see someone you love go through this. But I’m going to just suck it up and do it, because there needs to be more research done to aggressively fight this disease and find a cure.

I cried. =/

housewifeswag:

i would freak the fuck out.

housewifeswag:

i would freak the fuck out.

everycage:

savingthedead:

i will continue to reblog this until it gets the notes it deserves because elephants

If your heart isn’t melting it’s because you don’t have one.
BYE BYE ELEPHANT :*

everycage:

savingthedead:

i will continue to reblog this until it gets the notes it deserves because elephants

If your heart isn’t melting it’s because you don’t have one.

BYE BYE ELEPHANT :*

Big Bend on the Colorado River.

Big Bend on the Colorado River.

At La Brea Tar Pits.

At La Brea Tar Pits.

How I spent my 41st birthday. Surrounded by women. 😃

How I spent my 41st birthday. Surrounded by women. 😃