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honestly i fucking hated this movie so much, and the only reason i didnt turn it off after the first half was because of how brilliant this kid’s acting was.

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lui19h:

this is powerful 

For anyone who struggles to read them (from left to right):

I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me bring my date to prom.
I am not here any more.
My dad tried to beat it out of me.
No one is proud of me. 

this is beautiful. so beautiful.

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zincs:

looks like a person crying

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_{Hachiko is based on a real story about a dog who waited patiently for his owner to return home from work each day. Unfortunately one day the owner suffered a heart attack at work and never returned home, yet, the dog continued to wait for his return for years until his death}

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A picture is worth a thousand words. A dying man holding his best friend. He lived homeless in Iowa with his dog in a car. When he became terminally ill and placed in hospice, his only request was to hold his dog one last time before passing on. Two souls quietly saying their goodbyes.

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laceypanties:

let’s ponder upon this for awhile…

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ninjahoneybee:

R.I.P Caylee Anthony ♥

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heaneyisourking:

This is me at age six with Taima, one of the Orca Whales at Sea World Orlando.

I grew up around these animals. One night, after the park had closed, while my father finished up his work, I played catch with a fish and a 14,000 pound whale nicknamed Tilly, the whale now notorious for the incident last year with Dawn Brancheau. I would throw the fish into the main tank; he would let it float to the bottom, swim down and pick it up delicately, rub it against the glass in front of my hands, and toss it back over the wall for me to catch again.

I grew up knowing all their names. I knew how much the trainers loved them; and how they never forgot that they were wild animals.

I knew that no one was allowed to swim with Tilly; not because he was violent, but because he had witnessed two other whales’ violence at a young age and Sea World would not take the risk of finding out if he had been traumatized.

I knew that the morning when they found him with a man on his back, dead, he was swimming around his tank frantically making distress calls. A mentally ill man had climbed into his tank overnight, died of hypothermia, and Tilly didn’t know what to do, other than lift him to air where he wouldn’t drown.

I knew Dawn. And I know that seeing PETA protesting outside Sea World this morning would have broken her heart.

But most of all, I know that an animal the size of an elephant that can give kisses to the cheek of a six year old girl is not a monster.

Staying off Tumblr until the heat from Sea World’s accusers dies down; the misinformation and ignorance tears me apart.

Edit: please, please reblog this. The article from the daily what has come up on my dash too many times to not have a rebuttal.

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