Posts tagged: sad
The only known video footage of Anne Frank
I can’t think of any reason why someone would not reblog this.
If this isn’t interesting/sad to you, then I don’t know what you like in life.
The woman in the top photo is Carlee Soto, waiting to hear news about her sister, a teacher at Sandy Hook Elementary.
The woman in the second photo is Victoria Soto, Carlees sister. Soto was apparently pushing the children into a closet when she was confronted by Lanza. She put herself between the gunman and the children and that’s when she was tragically shot and killed. When she became aware there was a gunman in the school, she hid her first-graders in closets and cabinets, then told the shooter they were in the gym. He turned the gun on Soto, killing her, but none of her students were harmed.
You are a hero Victoria, and no one will ever forget the amazing thing you did for your students. Only the good die young, may you rest in peace. Such a beautiful soul.
10 Things Your Dog Would Tell You..
- My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me.
- Give me time to understand what you want of me.
- Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being.
- Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.
- You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends. I only have you.
- Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understands your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.
- Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget.
- Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.
- Before you scold me for being uncooperative,obstinate,or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting to old and weak.
- Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death. ♥…!!
god, the death part got to me. I don’t think I’d know what to do with myself if something happened to Bella.
welp. im depressed now.
REBLOGGING BECAUSE THIS IS DISGUSTING.
all animals need to be respected, not just mammals.
spread this. now. please.
If you claim to “LOVE ANIMALS” then don’t IGNORE ANIMALS.
THE TURTLE THOUGH! HORRIBLE!
as someone who worked at a non-kill animal shelter that also took in exotic animals, it’s really sad. exotic animals are not easy to take care of and require even more knowledge and attention than most normal house pets. but no body realizes that until they buy one and then don’t know how to care for it.
People leave flowers/offerings for a dying elephant
This is probably the most depressing thing I’ve ever seen on tumblr and I use to run a suicidal blog .
you think this is depressing, youtube videos of other elephants mourning dying or dead elephants
This is what people need to remember. The people who survived and lived with the loss. Stop posting gifs of Will Smith smashing the twin towers. Stop acting like this isn’t a big deal. It shattered my community and my friend’s lives. Show some fucking respect.
“On may 25th my day began as usual with Sobe’s eyes across my pillow whining to go outside, and Spade’s feet pressing against my back, it was our morning ritual. I let them out and noticed that Sobe who was solid white was lookin a little dingy so I decided I would put them in their cage to play while I cleaned my house and than bathe them before having them come in for the rest of the day. I walked the dogs to the backyard where their cage was, cleaned their water buckets and gave them fresh food and water, and than filled their swimming pool up so it would get semi warm for there bathes. I returned inside my home to clean and tidy the house…I was inside maybe an hour not knowing that my dogs were no longer in their cage but in the neighbors backyard.
The dogs had pushed a small corner of their cage back and how they fit their selves through will remain a mystery to me but they did. While finishing the dishes I heard four of the most gutwrenching sounds of my life. I heard a set of two shotgun blasts, a brief pause and then a second set. Boom Boom…Boom Boom! and in that moment my heart literlly fell to the floor. I raced to my back door and screamed their names hoping to see their heads pop out of their dog house but no, I wouldnt see their faces however just beyond the sight of their cage I saw the Animal Control vehicle 200 yards from where I stood and it was then that I knew they shot them.I flew to my neighbors home where the news was delivered that “Yes Mam I was forced to shoot your dogs”
All I asked was to have their bodies. It took me an hours worth of arguing as well as200 dollars to have them brought to my home. I was met by officers with arrogant attitudes, as if saying to me, you should be thanking me. I stopped your dogs before they killed someone or something.
Even still arguing with me as to where to lay their bodies, I wanted them laid on my front porch, which meant the officer would have to walk them across my yard getting his uniform bloody. He had managed to shoot them without so much as a single spec of blood getting on him and he wasnt about to get blood on his hands at the end of it. After standing there for ten minutes trying to convince me because I have a small child it would be in my best interest to allow them to dispose of the dogs because it would be distressing to her, I told the officers I believe there is no way around distressing my child.
As I watched the man first bring Spade to me then Sobe laying them side by side I noticed, these animals are shot in their sides not their face, not their chest! I asked the officer again,”So you shot these dogs in the side for violently charging you officer?” He replied, “Yes Mam I had no other choice.” I told the officers, “These were good dogs and had never bit anyone or anything, this officer was excessive for dogs that did not bite anyone or anything.” His supervisor looked me dead in the eyes and said and I quote, “These dogs were shot primarily for the potential harm they posed my officer.”
My tickets were then handed to me tickets, they had my dogs blood on them. I watched the officers return to their vehicles, no I’m sorry, and no remorse. Just an arrogant attitude and a fine. That was my payment for paying this city the liscence to have a dog and keeping my animals up to date on shots and having an enclosure, collars and tags around their necks, but I guess that only applies to people who dont have pitbulls.”
THIS IS A FUND SET UP FOR THE PITTS-BARNETT FAMILY TO HELP RAISE MONEY FOR COURT AND ATTORNEY FEES.
Even if you can’t donate please help spread awareness that pitbull owners go through this every day.
What the fuck!?
This is disgusting.
If you’ve got anything at all to contribute, please do so <3
There goes my good mood.
I’m reading this article and I’m getting so emotional. Tegan and Sara always make me feel so fucking emotional. It’s embarrassing, but no shame. I love them so much.
It just saddens me knowing that I’ll never ever see them live unless like they do those reunion concerts when they’re fucking…
i am totally having the same femotions. i think i see and end (of sorts) and i am freaking out about it.
We are not only saying good-bye to Michael, but to some of his best and our favorite characters that he played along the way.
Bear from Armageddon
John Coffee from The Green Mile
Kilowog from The Green Lantern television series
Coach Little from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody
And my personal favorite, Future Wade from Kim Possible
R.I.P Michael Clarke Duncan. You will be missed..
Perfect way to describe Neverending Story….haha I LOVE TEGAN & SARA
I cry when the horsey gives up in the swamp. it traumatized me also. i also thought the princess was hot, but that’s another story.
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice the things that you do.
And forever is losing a sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. You’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another
A young boy of sixteen with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at twenty my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five, now I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A man of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play ‘round my knee,
Again, we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me. My wife is now dead.
I look at the future. I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years, and the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, A young man still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living life over again.
I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people. Open and see.
Not a cranky old man.
Look closer .. See.. Me.
Gay Announcement of the Day: Pioneering astronaut Sally Ride lost her battle with pancreatic cancer Monday, and the tail end of her obit casually mentioned that she was survived by “Tam O’Shaughnessy, her partner of 27 years.”
Sally Ride’s sister, Bear Ride, said the Rides consider O’Shaughnessy a member of the family: ”I hope it makes it easier for kids growing up gay that they know that another one of their heroes was like them.”
Please signal boost this if possible!
This is Marilyn our newest rescue here at Pitty Love Rescue. Marilyn came to us when her pervious “owner” abandoned her at a Petco here in Rochester. Luckily the employees knew to contact our rescue where one of our amazing members dropped everything to rush out to the location to come get her.
Marilyn is very sweet and silly and even after being so badly abused by people who were supposed to care and love her, she still manages to have a huge smile on her face and loves to play in the backyard with her foster sisters. She has captured all of our hearts here at PLR and we hope she has done the same with you. Marilyn has some health issues that need to be addressed immediately; both of her eyes have some sort of severe infection, she has a lip/snout injury, and has skin issues- would you be willing to donate whatever you can afford to help us get Marilyn living a better quality of life with a clean bill of health?
This is Marilyn’s ChipIn. Any amount helps whether it be $1 or $20, Marilyn and all of us at PLR thank you in advance! If you cannot donate, would you consider reblogging this? You may not be in a financial position to donate money but one of your followers might be!