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Destroy the myth that libraries are no longer relevant. If you use your library, please reblog.
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A month ago yesterday I had to say goodby to my best friend, my service dog Olaf. He was the best dog I could ever have asked for, and even more. I got to have him for 9 wonderful years, and I will forever be grateful to the organization that paired us.
He had a fun summer, we celebrated his 10th birthday, he got to go to his favorite places, he explored the neighborhood after using a trampoline to hop over a fence that was damaged in the tornado earlier this year. He ran and he played and did more dog like things than I had ever seen him do before. He got to work (his favorite thing) at home taking care of me and my dad after my mom passed away in the spring. We didn’t know it was his last summer, but I’m glad it was a good one.
He got sick one day and within about 30 hours he was gone. He had a type of cancer called hemagiosarcoma, and it’s nicknamed “the silent killer” because most dogs don’t show any signs at all until it’s too late. It was very sudden for all of us, but I’m glad it was relatively quick for him, and that his quality of life was amazing right up until that last day.
The ER vet staff sang him Do You Wanna Build A Snowman, he loved that song. He got his favorite food as a final treat, and I stayed with him for the entire process. My dad was out of town so a friend of mine had come over to help me carry Olaf to the car (he was paralyzed), and then she stayed with me and took me back to her place afterwards.
I will always wish I’d had longer with him, but he lived a very full life. He got to do things and go places that the vast majority of dogs will never experience. He was adored by everyone, and he was the family favorite. I feel like he stuck around long enough to get me to a decent place after my mom died and then he left when he felt I was going to be okay without him.
Losing my mom and my heart dog within a few months of each other was not how I saw this year going, and it’s been excruciating. There will never be another dog like Olaf, he was the greatest thing to ever happen to me.
#pet loss#pet death#tw med talk#tw animal illness#tw animal death#tw pet loss#tw cancer#olaf#I love you buddy#i miss him so much
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I would be the worst spy of all time because on one hand I overshare like hell, but on the other hand I also have THE shittiest memory so it’s really a lose/lose scenario for everyone involved.
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Quote by @fight-for-it-now, background art by Todd Walker
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i saw someone say "don't borrow grief from the future" and it did something to me. like maybe.. everything will be ok
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something they don’t tell you about being autistic is that every character you write WILL end up autistic/autistic-coded whether you like it or not
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I used to hate the word faggot but now I realize that it's probably one of the only things that the gay community has left that isn't being sanitized, shined, and sold back to us at a premium by deceitful ass companies who claim to like us but then vote for policies that kill us. you're not gonna see a bank in a pride parade with banners that say "we love faggots" but you sure as hell will see a gay person saying "I love being a faggot" it feels so more real.
and I want it to stay controversial too because if a bank ever feels like they have the right to say "haha faggot right guys? 😏🏳️🌈" we should be able to publicly execute their ceo
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bread so tasty. bread so nice. toast it once. toast it twice.
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some emergency alert operator just gave me a three minute taste of being an indie horror game protagonist jesus fuckin christ
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the sandwich price to minimum wage ratio is getting so fucked up
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Hey Stevie! I first followed you several years ago, back on the wiredbipolar blog (because I, too, have bipolar disorder). I'm pretty sure I sent a couple asks over time, at least one probably with the same sentiment as this one. Anyway I hope it isn't weird to say but I'm really glad you're doing okay. I mean, life is obviously crazy and hard but you've been through a LOT in the past and you genuinely seem in a much better place than you were. It's kind of a weird coincidence that I wondered about you and decided to check up just days after you made your most recent post lol. I promise promise I'm not stalking you 😅 Anyway yeah random ask to say I'm proud of you and I hope things look brighter soon
I remember you! Your messages helped me so much, I actually took screenshots so I could look back at them easily when I needed to.
Yes, I’m doing much better than I was when I was running wiredbipolar. Stepping away from it wasn’t enough, I had to delete it and leave tumblr altogether. Things have been incredibly stressful, more so than ever, but meds and therapy helped me reach a place of relative stability before it got too overwhelming and I think that played a big role in being able to get through it.
I don’t find it weird! I really appreciate this. I hope life is treating you well 🩵
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a photo of Belphegor from a few weeks back, nursing from his mom
(Belphie is the kitten on top, with the bat-like membranes)
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