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Fumer tue? Vivre aussi
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greatmoustachesploosh:

foxinu:

nsfwjynx:

the-pink-mist:

There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?” 
On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human. 

Therapy animals save lives.

These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury. 
Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!

I was reading an article of a service dog helping a person with schizophrenia. she stated that when she was seeing or hearing things and notices the dog is not reacting in any way, then she is able to ground herself, realizing what she was experiencing was not real and could work through it easier and is more able to ignore the delusions. And she pointed out she feels more comfortable with a service dog as well because well, dogs don’t judge and get angry for things like this

I teared up about this whole post to be honest.

i’ll never not reblog this post. it is so important.

I cried a little about this
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so-personal:

everything personal♡
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expresion-es:

more-smiles-and-cry-less:

rudefuckingbitch:

hola-holi:

ooh sería super bueno 

Seria muy interesante que me pasara esto.

Manden puh u-u

Ok, sería hermoso que alguien lo hiciera, me haría llorar al ver que mi tumblr refleja algo
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just-kill-the-butterflies:

whilemollysleeps:

yourname27times:

yourname27times:

yourname27times:

"why don’t we talk anymore?"

I asked this person why and the answer was incredibly disheartening.

okay guys im done
im deleting this post forever
i am very sick of the notifications
say good bye forever

:(

"I thought you wouldnt want to talk with me again.."
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Human sur We Heart It.
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fuma-con-la-derecha:

soy-un-gato-fuera-de-lo-normal:

cosas-detambler:

Bueno esta es mi historia… un día fui al metro Lo Prado a patinar un rato con unos amigos, patinamos muucho y nos tiramos en el pasto un rato a descansar y vemos que viene un loco punk y venia con 2 niñas, se veía joven pensé que eran sus hermanas o quizás sobrinas, lo quedamos mirando arto rato, me pareció muy tierno ver esa imagen tan poco común pero tan natural. Después de un rato me acerco a el y le pregunto que eran ellas de el y me respondió sus hijas (estaban en el juego tal como en la imagen) le pregunte si le podía sacar una foto jugando con sus hijas que por cierto eran muy lindas, el acepto y mientras le sacaba la foto me pregunto si patinaba, y que quería hacer con la foto, y le respondí  que no patinaba, que estaba aprendiendo y que la foto era para plasmar una imagen tan linda como esa y probablemente hacerla correr por muchos lados , el me miro y sonrío y me dijo, nunca me habían pedido una foto con mis hijas porque siempre me miran raro y lo quede mirando y le dije usted y sus hijas son lo mas hermoso y único que hay y le di las gracias por la foto y me fui.
Luego me quede pensando, si estamos llamando “raro” a un papa con sus hijas, y llamando “común” a un violador en una escuela ¿Qué clase de mundo nos estamos convirtiendo  Juzgamos, criticamos, alejamos y cegamos las cosas mas lindas de la vida y después nos quejamos que la vida es una mierda, que es cruel, que es horrible pero no hacemos nada para que sea linda y grata ¿Cual fue la ultima vez que jugaste con tu hermano/a o papas? ¿Recuerdas la ultima vez que abrazaste a tu familia sin razón alguna o ayudaste en algo sin que te lo pidieran? Hemos pasado todo este tiempo cegando nos de lo hermoso y natural de la vida…No necesitamos a una pareja que nos acompañe siempre, ni amigos con los cual salir todos los fines de semana, necesitamos pensar, mirar, tomarnos el tiempo de gozar lo que hay frente a nosotros, que puede que sea lo mas lindo que puedas ver.
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leis-ure:

more here :)
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