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!

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!

STOP SCROLLING!

the-masters-apprentice:

harrythepottedplant:

solarstormflare:

lasagnas-father:

poisonedlaughter:

following—everyone:

Oka, I plan on following everyone on tumblr

literally everyone

Please reblog so I can make this happen

REBLOG THIS!
SIGNAL BOOST THIS THING!!!

well if this is true, you shall be the one who is the one who is the one t discover whether tumblr has a following limit.

OK

i want to see if this will break the notes

Ermagerd… too many errands  ahhhhhhhhh! Want sleep! Never wake me before 10 am ever again!

Leave a “♪” in my ask box

and i’ll put my ipod on shuffle and tell you our life soundtrack

Opening Credits:
Waking Up:
First Day At School:
Falling In Love:
Fight Song:
Breaking Up:
Life’s OK:
Getting Back Together:
Wedding:  
Birth of Child:

Final Battle:
Death Scene:
Funeral Song:
End Credits:

I remember being someone who wants nothing more than to make others happy, being predominantly helpful and selfless because it makes me happy. I can be social and all that but I feel like I can only do it for brief periods before I lose myself. It’s as if I was separated from myself and now a hollow place is left where I used to be. I really don’t know what to do. I’ve been like this for a while now and it really is not what I want to be.

Sometimes I miss being younger because before I realized what happened to me I was still me.. after I realized what was done to me I just broke and as much as the truth is better than a lie, I wish I could have had that lie a little longer to have been normal just a little longer.

Before I knew I thought it was just a bad breakup and we were both just shitty people. It truly hurts more that I spent three years giving my all to someone who never loved me as purely and as truly as I loved them, that I was just something to use for pleasure regardless of my wants and if I fought back I was evil… 

I remember feeling my heart break and swearing I could hear the sound of glass shattering fill my ears the day I had a bottle full of pills saying I’d take the entire bottle because I could not handle what was happening to us. He looked at me and said I was a childish coward, no love, no fear, just disgust. My life didn’t matter to him, but I still couldn’t leave. He was allowed to resort to suicide and I had to grovel and beg and plead but when I wanted to die I was nothing.

I’ve been having flash backs this past week and my head has been hurting a lot, it’s like my brain is being hit with a hammer and on top of that I feel confused and disconnected from my head, as if they were radios whose frequencies cannot match. All I can see are knives against my throat and that cold loathing stare and those eyes full of anger. 

I was too young and new for what you did to me and I would believe anything you said and do whatever you wanted. What did I truly do to deserve you tormenting and destroying me? Because I would really fucking love to know why I deserve so much pain and you get to be coddled and pitied and tell people how horrible I am.

Because I would have to be that awful because how can I accept that people are just that cruel sometimes? That they’ll do that to another person even if they don’t deserve it. It hurts less to believe I deserve it than to believe I was a fuck toy and both a physical and verbal punching bag. 

I hate you and one day your due will have to be paid and I hope somehow I get to deliver it to you, because if I can have the opportunity I will make you feel what true agony is, I have to live with this every day and you get the easy way out, always the easy way. Fuck you.

A message from hardest-to-love
Hello I was wondering if you could help me out? Do you do love spells? Something to get my ex back?
A reply from callenfir

I don’t do love spells that affect the human will (or do so in theory, anyhow), but I have a whole collection of love spells you may be interested in. I’ve bolded the two that may  best help you.