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I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt. By THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird (via tinykittenfist)

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My grandmother recently passed on, and boy… was she a funny lady. She was known far and wide for her candor and lack of filter. One of the running jokes in our family was when we had to talk to Grandma about the DNR order; whether she would like to be resuscitated when the time came or whether she would like to be let go. After thinking for a little while she said “I’d like you to try three times. If it doesn’t stick, then let me go.” Grandma probably didn’t anticipate for this to be worthy life advice. But it applies in all areas of our lives. You have to go on three dates before you make a decision about a relationship. You have to go to three classes before you drop the course. You have to strike out three times before you’re sent back to the bench. Her advice is etched onto my left arm.
In jewish tradition, it is said that your life cannot truly end when your soul leaves your body. If you have loved and have been loved, your life in woven into the lives of your loved ones. In that regard, my grandmother can never die. She is, forever, woven into me.

fuckyeahtattoos:

My grandmother recently passed on, and boy… was she a funny lady. She was known far and wide for her candor and lack of filter. One of the running jokes in our family was when we had to talk to Grandma about the DNR order; whether she would like to be resuscitated when the time came or whether she would like to be let go. After thinking for a little while she said “I’d like you to try three times. If it doesn’t stick, then let me go.” Grandma probably didn’t anticipate for this to be worthy life advice. But it applies in all areas of our lives. You have to go on three dates before you make a decision about a relationship. You have to go to three classes before you drop the course. You have to strike out three times before you’re sent back to the bench. Her advice is etched onto my left arm.

In jewish tradition, it is said that your life cannot truly end when your soul leaves your body. If you have loved and have been loved, your life in woven into the lives of your loved ones. In that regard, my grandmother can never die. She is, forever, woven into me.