Why doesn’t it ever stay away for long?

My dad found out David Tennant and Matt Smith were filming like 5 mins away from us last week. What :|

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#john’s journal is fringe canon but let’s still break it down birthday by birthday #your fifth birthday you dad comments on your talent with guns #your sixth he still hasn’t even enrolled you into school #ninth ‘he might not finish third grade’ #you get your first gun when you turn eleven #twelve years old and you’re already trying to temper your father’s guilt - ‘he’s taking his cues from me’ #fourteen you go on a date and your father remarks #’if i’m not careful with him by the time he’s twenty he’ll have left a trail of kids and arrest warrants all over the country’ #fifteen and sixteen you’re hunting - ‘i think i’ll let him take the lead’#seventeen - your first solo hunt. are you ready to start killing the things that will#eventually #wind up killing you #you get the impala on your eighteen and by your twentith you’re alone #because the impala was never a rite of passage it was almost a dismissal #twenty-one and your dad doesn’t even bother to buy you a celebratory drink because your drinking is already commonplace #he sits and writes in his journal ‘he’s a scam artist a ladies’ man and an absolutely loyal son.’ #’i’m proud of him’ #and he congratulates himself on a job well done #’i’ve spent the last sixteen years afraid that i was going to screw him up somehow’ #’maybe now I can forget about that.’ #flames on the side of my face etc (via onedropout)

taeyeon-9muses-rilakkuma-ohyeah:

Her heart is driving her crazy…maybe in love?? probably….I mean that’s how I felt when I was waiting for my japanese love doll to be delivered when I was in love and I couldn’t stop thinking of her….

cr:  soshified/IcanBlowHitz01

funnywildlife:

funnywildlife:

Young elephants at the Amboseli game reserve, Kenya. The year 2012 was the annus horriblis (year of horrors) for elephants, according to the International Fund for Animal Welfare. Around 34 tonnes of poached ivory was seized – the biggest ever total of confiscated ivory in a single year, a rise of almost 40% on last year’s record of 24.3 tonnes. Most illegal ivory is destined for Asia, in particular China, where it has soared in value as an investment vehicle and coveted as white gold

Photograph:Tony Karumba/AFP/Getty Images

an-unsuccessful-textpost:

Oh god normal bed time, wake up early, no music all day, and seeing those fucktards??? Nope, don’t want this

jinglemehaz:

dashboardemergency:

A friend of Jack Pinto, 6, who was killed Friday, wrote this note on display at Jack’s funeral today:

Jack,

You are my best friend.

We had fun together.

I will miss you.

I will talk to you in my prayers.

I love you Jack.

Love, John.

IMAGE VIA: USA TODAY

If you dont reblog this… i dont even know what, all i know is that im bawling. i cant imagine losing my best friend now but at that age it would just be so much worse

So the human race have been violently killing the Silence on sight since 1969.

selfconfessedinsanity:

cloudsong:

auniverseofimpossibilities:

viathevoid:

But WHAT DO WE DO WITH THE BODIES?

All those time you think you tripped over thin air…

ALL THOSE TIMES YOU THINK YOU TRIPPED OVER THIN AIR

retro-boy-obsession:

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yobeccaboom:

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

legit tears

AAAAAAAAAAAA CSM D:

bohemea:

Fiona Apple postpones tour dates to be with her ailing dog Janet

It’s 6pm on Friday, and I’m writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I am writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here’s the thing.
I have a dog Janet, and she’s been ill for almost two years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She’s almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then, an adult officially - and she was my child.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She’s almost 14 and I’ve never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She’s a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact.
We’ve lived in numerous houses, and jumped a few make shift families, but it’s always really been the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she’s used to me being gone for a few weeks every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison’s Disease, which makes it dangerous for her to travel since she needs regular injections of Cortisol, because she reacts to stress and to excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all of this, she’s effortlessly joyful and playful, and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago.
She’s my best friend and my mother and my daughter, my benefactor, and she’s the one who taught me what love is.
I can’t come to South America. Not now.
When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn’t even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she’s not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That’s why they are so much more present than people.
But I know that she is coming close to point where she will stop being a dog, and instead, be part of everything. She’ll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can’t leave her now, please understand.
If I go away again, I’m afraid she’ll die and I won’t have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes to pick which socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us.
I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love and friendship.
I am the woman who stays home and bakes Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend.
And helps her be comfortable, and comforted, and safe, and important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life, that keeps us feeling terrified and alone.
I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time.
I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, and of her life and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I’ve ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel.
And I am asking for your blessing.

I’ll be seeing you.
Love, Fiona

But all the friends he makes at night, in the morning they are gone,
And he’s left with his four walls, his aching head, his silent phone

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