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whitehouse:

“We were moved by the Cubans who received us yesterday, smiling and waving, as we drove in from the airport. We were grateful for the opportunity to experience Old Havana—had some excellent Cuban food. Our visit to the Cathedral was a reminder of the values that we share, of the deep faith that sustains so many Cubans and Americans. And it also gave me an opportunity to express my gratitude to Cardinal Ortega, who, along with His Holiness Pope Francis, did so much to support the improved relations between our governments.” —President Obama in a historic press conference in Havana with Cuban President Raúl Castro

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jlm-15: Your dog sounds amazing, you need to tell us about that door licking story Dumb dogs are the best!
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supergiraffes-archive-blog:

We trained the dog so that when he wants out, he goes to the front door and waits.

Somehow in his little golden retriever brain, he interpreted this to mean “go to the front door, and lick it.”

If he’s at the door, but isn’t licking it, he doesn’t need out, he’s just chilling.

So, this was our routine - when he wants out, he goes to the front door, and licks it. And then we moved house, and he got very, very confused.

He knew he had to go to the front door when he wants out, but this was a new house with obviously a door that was completely new to him.

Despite our condo having only one door that leads outside, and him going out this very same door literally at least five times a day, every day, for about a year…he still has no idea where the front door is in this house. Absolutely no idea at all.

Now whenever he needs out, he will go to any random door and start licking it. And I mean any door - the bathroom door, my bedroom door, my closet, the goddamn door of a kitchen cabinet, even.

I don’t know if he’s really smart or really dumb. Because clearly, he understands conceptually what a door is. I don’t know if he thinks my closet or the kitchen cabinets lead to outside, or if he’s just hoping to find doggy Narnia, or if he’s just hopelessly given up on ever being able to find the door by himself and is just doing the best he can, but every goddamn time he wants out, he’s right there licking the glass door to the shower or something.

He doesn’t alert us he needs out any other way. So if you haven’t seen him in a while, you have to search room by room until you find him with his tongue pressed up against the linen closet because he thinks outside might be that way.

He’s the biggest, dumbest dog I have ever met in my life and I could not love him any more. He’s perfect.

revyspite:

normalgiraffes:

Here he is, patiently licking the door of my wardrobe. 

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@arahir

If you can reply to this, tell me your favorite kind of pie.

if you were one
of the unnoticed ones,
i am writing this for you.

i am writing this
because you were too good
at smiling and laughing and
never letting the truth 
get loose.

i am writing this
because you kept your grades
at a point where 
nobody questioned you, even 
when you sat awake at night wondering why
you were terrifically empty inside. i am writing it
for the panic attacks nobody saw, for
the eating disorder you weren’t ‘thin enough’
for. i am writing it for the scars that stayed covered,
the nights of ache that went unspoken.

i am writing it for the mess in your room
that your mom yelled about when really 
it was a symbol of how apathetic you’d become. i’m
writing it for the showers you skipped and the
classes where you didn’t come. the illnesses that
you allowed into your system, the weary 
tiredness that everyone else challenged you with: your
eight hours were bliss, you should feel perfect.

i am writing it for the messages you 
backed down from, the cries for help that
went unanswered, the jokes you made that were the truth
but said with a grin. i am writing it for the moment
when you were giving advice that someone would ask,
“how do you know all this?”

i am writing it for the plates you left unwashed, the homework
that went unfinished, for the pens you snapped
with no other reason than to feel the release of breaking something.

i am writing it for the nights 
you stayed awake and 
walked somebody else to shore
even while nobody saw you 
didn’t know how  to swim anymore.

i see you. i see you hurting. 
you deserve help. you deserve to feel good. you deserve
to feel better. it’s okay to show it sometimes. it’s okay to bend.
it’s okay. you’re not weak for your suffering.

i believe in you. you’ve already
shouldered so much. let the burden down. 

it’s not giving up.

my invisible ones // r.i.d (via inkskinned)