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My dog Chica had a nightmare last night. She doesn’t have them very often but when she does she’ll let out this adorable little howl that startles herself awake. She was a little shaken up about it but after a few snuggles in the hooman bed (usually off limits for doggos) she was happy as can be. After a while she hopped down to her own bed and drifted off into a peaceful pupper snooze. And I thought that was the end of it.

But I had a nightmare too. Now that’s not entirely uncommon, I have them fairly often and they’re something that I’ve gotten used to. But this one was a bad one.

The bad ones are the ones that I don’t wake up from. They’re the ones where my friends or loved ones are hurt in front of me and the only thing I can do is watch and cry and scream in the mad hope that it’s all just some terrible dream. Nothing ever happens to me in these dreams so I’m trapped within until I wake up of my own accord. But tonight was different.

Tonight, I felt something lick my hand and woke up in a cold sweat. There on the side of my bed was Chica, licking my hand and looking up at me with concern. Now I’m not sure how much a dog understands about nightmares and dreams and such, but she’s never woken me up from a nightmare before. I’d like to think that some part of her recognized what I was going through and she just wanted to wake me up to protect me from the scary monsters. I have never been more grateful to have Chica by my side than in that moment.

So I let her hop up on the hooman bed (twice in one night, oh boy!) and after a few snuggles I was happy as can be.

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@markiplier

You hold galaxies in your heart.

Yet, such a small speck of dust in this vast universe. Such an insignificant little speck that has done so fucking much. So much to people he’ll meet and never meet. So much to people who stay and go. So much to those who’ve passed and those who still keep kicking. 

I cannot thank him enough for everything he has done. And I know he’ll blow that off, that we are the real life changers. But I’m serious. He has done so much for us. He’s helped so damn much. So much that can’t be explained in just words. While the birthday piece isn’t the best I can do, it sure is a step. I’ve come so far because of him. Drowning out reality and quelling my anxiety with him. Drawing his big dumb face nearly everyday for over a YEAR. And he’s brought me so far, without even being near me. Helping me, and I’m sure other people, become better. I know he has so much impact on other people all the same. I know he knows that, but I want him to really fucking know that.

I will keep it short though, since this is already kinda long. Happy birthday, Mark. You’re an old man now. And thank you, for everything you do. I hope your birthday is going swell!

edit: i forgot to mention! i’ll be getting a tattoo inspired by you at some point in the future!. yeah.

reaper: i have come to take you

me: let me ask my mom

reaper: it's not a choi-

me: she said no

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