I yell ‘cause somewhere in a Los Angeles basement, there’s a pit bull with duct tape wrapped around her muzzle, being trained to kill while money changes hands.
I yell ‘cause on some news program in Denver, there’s a politician demonizing pit bulls to further his own career.
I yell ‘cause some punk in Tampa’s got his fifth box of pit puppies and I know they’ll end up in the last cage of an animal shelter before they’re two.
I yell ‘cause humans can be the most brutal and heartless animals on the planet.
I yell ‘cause a pit bull can’t and somebody needs to. — Shorty Rossi
Every dog must have a soul
Somewhere deep inside
Where all his hurts and grievances
Are buried with his pride.
Where he decides the good and bad,
The wrong way from the right,
And where his judgement carefully
Is hidden from our sight.
A dog must have a secret place
Where every thought abides,
A sort of close acquaintance that
He trusts in and confides.
And when accused unjustly for
Himself, He cannot speak,
Rebuked, He finds within his soul
The comfort he must seek.
He’ll love, tho’he is unloved,
And he’ll serve tho’badly used,
And one kind word will wipe away
The times when he’s abused.
Altho’ his heart may break in two
His love will still be whole,
Because God gave to every dog
An understanding Soul! — Unknown
My dog was put to sleep yesterday.
He had a really bad heart murmur and his heart couldn’t pump the blood around his body quickly enough so his lungs were filling with fluid.
He was effectively drowning in his own lungs.
The house is empty without you and I miss you so much
I’ll always love you, I couldn’t have asked for a better dog
Hell shall claim it’s own and home I shall come as a devil born from the spawn of sin herself. — Me (pixie-pitbull)
Trust no-one. For even your own shadows abandon you in the dark. — Unknown
A doodle that is on my wall. Just thought I’d share it with everyone! ^_^
Folded in my arms you’re a butterfly in reverse
Giving up your wings inheriting my curse
You’re letting go of me
You’re letting go — Maggie Stiefvater
Don’t you just hate it when someone tells you to watch a TV series? They tell you ‘it’s hilarious!’, ‘it’s brilliant!’, ‘a must see!’, ‘you won’t regret it!’. But yet they conveniently forget to tell you about the times you’ll spend sat in front of the TV screen, feeling physically sick as you watch characters you’ve grown to love go through hell and almost die, or actually die! The tears you will shed and the countless times your heart will break!
The times where you sit there watching, unsure whether your heart can stand to watch anymore.
So yeah, thanks for that!
Lord Loss sows all the sorrows of the world
Lord Loss seeds the grief-starched trees
In the centre of the web, lowly Lord Loss bows his head
Mangled hands, naked eyes
Fanged snakes his soul line
Curled inside like textured sin
Bloody, curdled sheets for skin
In the centre of the web, vile Lord Loss torments the dead
Over strands of red, Lord Loss crawls
Dispensing pain, despising all
Shuns friends, nurtures foes
Ravages hope, breeds woe
Drinks moons, devours suns
Twirls his thumbs till the reaper comes
In the centre of the web, lush Lord Loss is all that’s left — Darren Shan (The Demonata Series)