This is the kind of huntin I like to do. Obviously this isn’t my dog. My dog got killed last night R.I.P Captain )’:
so a guy with vans, abs and a ten can get 100,000 reblogs, then so can my 17 year old brother that was born with ceribal paulsy? i showed him this website and he said he wanted a picture of him to see if it could get heaps of reblogs, i hope you self centred people out there cna find a place in your heart for my brother that just wants a normal life <3
if you don’t reblog this you have no heart.
i hope this picture doesn’t make your blog ‘ugly’
love you matthew <3
I have an addiction to puppies, sorta, not really. It’s more like an addiction in the making, lol. So as you may know, I recently got a mini Schnauzer, but he’s lonely, my mom’s dog doesn’t like him. So I want to get him a wittle friend, and maybe have BABIES :D lol
Why is it so hard to believe that I used to hang out with Brantley Gilbert before he got famous. I mean there are people out there who are related to people more FAMOUS then BG. But no one doubts them, only me. HATERS GUNNA HATE, I guess. But nah, me and BG go way back, no lie. I can remember when he used to hang out at my aun’ts house up in Georgia, we’d sit out by the lake, or by the fire and he bring his guitar and he’d sing. It was just a good time when he was around, not sayin it ain’t a good time now, lol. He always said he’d be there for me no matter what, he was like a big brother I never had. And he meant everything he said, which I loved. The last time I seen him was in Clewsiton a couple years ago, and the last time I heard from him, he sent me a letter at the beginning of the year. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about if we would’ve really stayed in touch. And there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think aout if he thinks about his little sister (:
Love you BG <33
It was about 9 o’clock in the mornin when my aunt called me, she said that Shane had been in a wreck and they didn’t know if he would make it. Right then I stopped and dropped to my knees and cried. There was nothing I could but wait and pray that he was going to pull through and be alright.
That same morning, his little brother had passed away. I didn’t get the call til later that day. It was horrible. I was on my way to Bass Pro when my aunt called again, I could tell it was something bad, her voice was shakey and you could tell she was crying, she finally got out the words “Travis, he’s gone”. When I heard those words it was like time had stopped for me and I was just sitting there as everything around me was still going. I didn’t know what to say. Travis was my little cousin, more like my little brother. He was there for me when no one else was, he was there when I needed him most. He was there for me no matter what. sure we had our ups and downs, but we always pulled through and it always made us stronger. And it’s the worst feeling in the world knowing the last thing you guys said to eachother was “I fucking hate you”. You know, you never think those could be the last words they hear you say.
The next day after all that, I get a call from Shane. He told me how he was doing good and he couldn’t wait to get home, and how he was coming to see me, and how he was going to take me and Travis to the beach. When he said Travis’ name I just began to cry. They hadn’t told him that his little brother had passed. And I wasn’t going to be the bearer of bad news, considering I hated my self inside for all that I had said to Travis.
By Wednesday, I had begun to calm down from everything. Then I get another call, it was my aunt again. She called to tell me aftyer they released Shane from the hospitol, he got in another wreck I cried again. And it didn’t stop there, oh no. Then my boyfriend calls me, he said he was in the hospitol, because he almost died. Somebody tried to drug him. Really? My boyfriend too, is God trying to punish me.
My aunt called later that day and told me Shane had passed, after they released him, they told him his little brother had passed away. He cried. He was on the road and he was just crying, he couldn’t stop. He had set his head down on the steering wheel, just for a second, and he had went into the other lane, he hit head on with a big truck. In the ambulance he just kept sayin “Travis, wait there buddy, I’m comin. Don’t leave me.” When they got to the hospitol he was already gone there was nothing moe they could do. Shane didn’t even try to pull through, he just gave up, for his brother. They had such a strong brothely bond, I always admired that about them two.
This past week I lost two of the closet boys I had. And I don’t know if there will ever be a day that goes by that I don’t think about them. Sorry it’s so long, but I needed to get it out <33
This morning has been horrible for me. My fish PH, yes his initials stand for Pecker Head. Yes laugh it up, hardy har har. okay well PH died ):
Mudfest is this weekend, and if Ty doesn’t take me, or goes without me, that kid is going to have hell to pay. For all ya’ll that don’t know what Mudfest is, it’s an event this mudhole in Okeechobee, Florida has, and it’s AMAZING, nothing but BIG TRUCKS, MUD, FOUR WHEELERS, COUNTRY BOYS..and, well..there’s going to be a bunch of stuff really..And like I said if me and Ty don’t go, I’m going to be mad..Well even if he has to “work” or “something comes up” I’m still going. Nothing is going to make me miss this..
Me and my daddy have been through a lot. He’s an asshole, he’s mean, and he’s a hard ass, but underneath it all, he has a heart. He may be mean sometimes, but it’s because he loves me, I don’t think I could’ve made it this far without him. And I love every minute I get to spend with him, I love you daddy (: