Words I can’t say
But want to
I miss you
I hate you
Hurry up and think
Get over it
Choose to be with me
Be with me
Be with me
Be with me
I love you
I love you
I love you
Tell me to come back home
A dog named Lilica has a special devotion and sense of duty to her family. She provides for her extended family by venturing two miles away each night to pick up food specially prepared for her and the other animals in her family, so that they have food to eat. This smart and loyal dog has been sharing her food with her family every night for three years.
Lilica lives in a junkyard in São Carlos, Brazil. She lives on the site with another dog, a cat, chickens and a mule, along with Neile Vania Antonio, who found Lilica abandoned as a puppy and took her in.
Every night the dog makes her way to the home of Professor Lucia Helena de Souza. She travels miles along a busy highway road to meet with Lucia. Lucia, who takes care of 13 stray dogs and 30 cats, has developed a special routine with the dog. Lucia prepares food and puts it in a bag for Lilica and then meets her every night at 9:30 pm. Lilica eats some of the meal and then carries the bag back to the junkyard to feed the other animals.
Lucia said, “I realized that she ate and then stared at what was in the bag.” A neighbor pointed out Lucia that maybe Lilica wanted to take the rest of the food with her. “Then we tied it up and took the bag and gave it to Lilica. From that day on we do it,” said Lucia.
Lilica gently picks up the bag and travels back home to deliver the much appreciated dinner. Neile said that Lilica has been making her nightly meal delivery for three years. She said that Lilica is a special dog. “People don’t do that. Some people hide and do not want to share what they have with others. She did not, Lilica is an exceptional animal.”
(via allcreatures)
"When I was younger, I remember facing the struggle of defining love and answering the many questions surrounding the elusive emotion. Above all, I wanted to know what it felt like and how I would know if I was in love. But then I figured it out, and as you can imagine, it was only by being with the person I ended up loving. First defined by what I didn’t want, the answer was remarkably simple: I didn’t want to lose her. But what do I mean by “lose”? She wasn’t going to vanish into thin air. I mean: I didn’t want her to leave me. Instead, I wanted to keep talking to her, and I wanted to keep coexisting with her. I wanted to wake up and see her the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. I wanted to grab coffee with her even though I don’t drink coffee, then go to class with her, then study with her, then have dinner and converse with her. And, if she allowed it, I wanted to buy her books and write about her and sleep next to her. To put it plainly, I wanted her in my life for as long as possible. When you want that, you are in love."
— Typewriter Daily: 365 Days: the words come when you least expect them:
Hm.
I really didn’t want to leave tonight. My socks were just an excuse to stay a little longer. The food was just an excuse to have you linger. I really didn’t want to leave but I knew I had to. It was for the best. It was. I’m hoping it was.
I’ve been up earlier than the time I should be. I don’t know what to do with this. This time used to be spent with you forcing me up, showering together, and then us eating breakfast together. Now, I’m here lying in bed alone.
It’s weird to be home again every night. Its weird that I’m not home with you. Time moves slowly when I realize I have a whole day to spend without you. Without you…
I still can’t seem to stop crying or even stop thinking about you. Everything reminds me of you. Even that dumb shower curtain in my brother’s bathroom reminds me of the times we spent in your bathtub fiddling with your shower curtain. Oh I miss you. I know it’s not the end of the world that you and I aren’t together, but it doesn’t hurt less. My eyes haven’t been normal since two weeks ago.
It’s finally hit me. My heart has been completely broken.
I can’t seem to stop crying. I wish it could go away but it won’t. And even when I think that it’s gone it comes back. It always comes back. I want you to come back. Please come back. My heart would be happier with you.
