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NOTHIN SAYS KINKY AND WILd like. A MICKEY MOUSE MASK

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THIS MAN IS DEFINITELY USING GLAMOUR MAGIC I DONT CARE ABOUT “IMPOSSIBLE” THIS IS REAL MAGIC HE IS USING ILLUSION MAGIC

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We Speak is a poster and blog campaign featuring ten young women who are speaking up about their relationships with mental health and how it informs their identities. Part of Launch: Stamps School of Art and Design’s Senior Thesis Exhibition at the University of Michigan, it will be featured at Work Gallery - Ann Arbor in the exhibition opening on Friday, April 18th from 6-9. The show will remain up through May 3rd. 

In the past year, the ten young women featured in the poster portion of We Speak came face to face with the state of our mental health. Our stories, carefully and honestly written, are meant to start a conversation about a topic that many of us wish we could ignore. But these are our realities, and in sharing them, we want to start chipping away at the stigma that often keeps us feeling weak and alone.

In addition to the original ten participants, everyone is encouraged to consider sharing their own story about mental health. By contributing your experiences, you can help open the discussion about the importance of mental health and tear down the stigma that keeps it so hidden. By sharing this project, you can foster support.

We Speak blog | More information | Submit your story | Mental health resources | By Alicia Kovalcheck

This is my senior thesis project! I’m so proud of all the beautiful courageous women who participated in this project, and I couldn’t have done this without you all.
Please reblog and spread the word, and I encourage all of you to go check out our stories and share your own!

heyyy that’s me in the last one!!! this project is mad important and Alicia worked so so hard on it, you should take a moment to check it out

Ahh it’s so good!

proud of u alicia <3333

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damngary:

I am going to just keep reblogging this thing forever.

This is my favorite image on the entire internet.

fucking this omfg

metal-af:

feedmysoulwithmusic:

damngary:

I am going to just keep reblogging this thing forever.

This is my favorite image on the entire internet.

fucking this omfg

nikaalexandra:

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nikaalexandra:

finals

holynipples:

if the purge was happening in real life you would see murders and rape and then you’d see me like

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This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

IM CRYING I LOVE CATS FUUUUCK

This is beautiful ❤️

I work at a cat shelter and I see so many old cats come in. I even see kittens that got hit by cars come in because the owners wanted to put them down.

Our shelter is a volunteer run organization. We are euthanasia free and a forever home if the cats do not get adopted.

We get a lot of kittens in but the thing people notice most is the older cats is that they are depressed until someone shows they care. And when they do, the cat feels at ease.

There is nothing wrong with cats that have lost a leg or a cat that lost an eye. Katie’s Place Cat Shelter has found homes for so many of these “broken” cats.

They aren’t broken. They are perfect. People call them broken because they are able to overcome things that people can’t. So they judge them.

yeffyaboyuice:

yeffyaboyuice:

He loves it

I’m reblogging this again I mean

My bird got a laptop I don’t know what to tell you