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curseofthefanartlords:

When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit. 

My dad’s safety message from recycling former antibacterial bottles.

(Source: robertdeniro)

mtcv:

fearlessfeline:

grrrls-fighting-back:

definitelydope:

"but not all men" are you sure

Disgusting.

REJECTION IS NOT AGONY

LOSING A DAUGHTER IS AGONY

LOSING A SISTER IS AGONY

LOSING A FRIEND TO THIS FUCKING PSYCHOPATH IS AGONY

HELL EVEN THE AGONY OF STUBBING YOUR FUCKING TOE IS WORSE THAN THE AGONY OF BEING REJECTED BY A GIRL WHO HAS A PREFERENCE FOR, OH I DON’T KNOW, SANE HUMAN BEINGS

THE ONLY THING ANYONE EVER OWES ANYONE ELSE IS HUMAN DECENCY

THIS GUY BROUGHT AGONY ON SEVEN FAMILIES BECAUSE NO BLONDE GIRL WOULD HAVE SEX WITH HIM

DID HE EVER ONCE POLITELY ASK

DID HE EVER ONCE TRY TO ENTER INTO A GENUINE RELATIONSHIP WITH A GIRL

DID HE EVER ONCE THINK THAT MAYBE HE IS NOT ACTUALLY ENTITLED TO HAVE HIS DICK IN SOME GIRL’S VAGINA FOR THE SOLE REASON THAT HE HAS A DICK

DID NO ONE EVER SIT HIS ASS DOWN AND TELL HIM “HEY JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE A GUY DOESN’T MEAN YOU DESERVE TO BE FUCKED”

I AM AFRAID FOR MY LIFE BECAUSE I AM A YOUNG WOMAN AND IT’S BECAUSE OF THIS GUY AND OTHERS LIKE HIM

IF YOU THINK YOU’RE A NICE GUY AND THEN PREMEDITATE MURDER BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT GETTING YOUR DICK SUCKED

YOU

ARE

NOT

A

NICE

GUY

I just read a couple articles about this and was shocked at how fucked up stuff like this happens but also equally as shocked at some of the responses I saw from guy in the videos.

I don’t even know what to say about this.

(Source: ayanamis)

menthuthuyoupi:

you’re telling me a chicken fried this rice?

lightningkeepsusapart:

when u finish your period

lightningkeepsusapart:

when u finish your period

(Source: antirapture)

catbountry:

robotlyra:

stevenwallaby:

claudefelixfloor:

711kid:

what the fuck

this is the scariest shit i’ve ever seen in my life

This is so cool. Eat Otomo Yoshihide’s heart out.

I’m used to associating this sort of heavy creepy distortion type audio as being achieved by internal studio mixing. Picking sections, warping them, reversing, repeating, all that sort of thing done with the board tools and programming suites. I didn’t stop to think that the same sort of effects could be achieved PHYSICALLY by fucking with the playback tools and the storage mediums themelves. It’s incredibly clever, especially when they introduce the cut-apart and reconstructed vinyl platters, it becomes the audio equivalent of cut-paste collaging or magnetic poetry. It takes something as ethereal and insubstantial as music, and makes it as tangible as sculpture.

Whoa.

(Source: ipissedinyourmountaindew)

fatopus:

demontadark:

kedreeva:

8bitrevolver:

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 ❤️

We adopted Abbey, she was 10 years old. I saw her everyday for a week. She was the only cat that was up to the glass window. when we opened the door to say hello to her, she just rubbed her head on you purring. Needless to say, we took her home. She is perfect!

Older cats just want to love you!

mspaintadventuring:

theheartmaid:

yeffyaboyuice:

Me when I draw porn

why does this video exist

i dont know but it’s beautiful

I think I’ve just been cured from my bad reaction to antibiotics in 23 seconds.

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