Jota Castro - Mortgage (2009)
“The term mortgage comes from the Old French « dead pledge », apparently meaning that the pledge ends (dies) either when the obligation is fulfilled or the property is taken through foreclosure.
The word « mort » in french means death.”
This is one of the most inspirational stories ever.
Oh. My. God.
Is this a true story??
holy shit I didnt know that
This is too amazing to NOT reblog, so inspiring.
That is amazing.
Holy shit. Did not know this. Just goes to show there is more out there and anorexia can be defeated, and great things can happen to people that suffer through life. What a wonderful story.
okay, i know this is random but seriously, amazing stuff. this is how the world gets better, people need to know to give people a chance, and people need to know to take a chance. (plus luna lovegood is one of my favourite characters and she plays her brilliantly :D)
So I’ve been looking…..on craigslist….at a few local shelters/pounds. Signed up for a few rescues and transportation groups.
But as I type this, my other furry assholes (the two ferrets I’ve rescued, if this is news to any new followers) play around my feet and tear up my room during an all too few moment of cage-less freedom…… and I realize……I’m not ready for a dog right now.
All too often dogs are rehomed or given to the pound because their owners “don’t have time for them anymore”. And while my fur kids get their needs met with excellent food and health care……what they need more of is my time.
So if they aren’t getting enough of my time already…..what makes me think I can give another animal an equal share?
School is out for the summer and the Party Bus job is stepping up. College World Series coming soon and I’m going to be driving 12 hour days.
Youngest Kid is graduating from High School mid term next year, will probably be gone a lot this summer and Oldest Kid is on a waiting list for an apartment…..so pretty soon I’m going to have an empty house.
It would be selfish of me to take on another animal and no one be here to give it the attention it needs.
This gives me a serious case of the sads.
Oh gods, yes.
Girl, you must be surprised a lot!
Surprised and then suspicious.
I’m always surprised. I know I think I’m hot, but it’s a very weird thing when someone else thinks so, too. I pretty much never believe them.
I’ll look at myself in the mirror and think “Okay…..I’m not too bad”…..and then I see a picture of myself and think “Something MUST be wrong with my perception of shit because EWWWW!”