Read my mind:
8teen/Single/Canadian
I love animals, art, and music. English is my favorite subject. I want to travel the world. I cannot put into words my love and appreciation for live music. My friend's are some of the most rad people to walk this Earth. I reside in Calgary, Alberta, currently. I love to talk, so talk to me, ya dig?
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gaypee:

b1oshocked:

profoak:

i want this tattoo’d all over my body 

Can someone please help me understand this?

no

the-psycho-cutie:

i want to be the one you tell everything to at 4am when you can’t sleep

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"I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be."
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  1. Always take pictures of the sky when it’s pretty, it probably won’t ever look like that again.
  2. Wear that skirt you like, even if you’re mom says it’s too short.
  3. Take off the dark eyeliner and nail polish once in a while, you’ll feel lighter.
  4. Chop off your hair if you want, it will grow back eventually.
  5. Count the freckles on your arms and draw lines between them, your skin is like the night shy.
  6. Sleep under six blankets with the fan on high in the middle of the winter, the sound is soothing.
  7. Tell that boy to stop touching your thigh, even if it is flattering.
  8. Say thank you and flash a smile when you’re sister says that you’re outfit is ugly.
  9. Raise your hand when you know the answer, even if the class is all upperclassmen.
  10. Read that book again, you’ll notice something you didn’t the first time.
  11. Don’t drink too much caffeine, you’ll get the jitters and bomb your math test.
  12. Wear pencils behind your ears, it’s convenient.
  13. Try to talk to people, it won’t kill you.
  14. When a cute boy tries to cheat off your test, write the wrong answers and change them later.
  15. It’s ok to feel happy, don’t let other peoples sadness make you feel bad.
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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

"

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"Watch her face when she listens to her favorite song, or when she reads her favorite part of her favorite book, or when she’s watching her favorite movie. You see how happy she is? Try your best to keep her that happy."
Unknown  (via sighpie)

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pinerosolanno:

Behind The Scenes look at Swedish beauty Frida Gustavsson as she wears sparkling Neo-Tokyo Odyssey lashes and a 60’s white eyeliner swish to create a spellbinding doll-like effect expertly done by professional makeup artist Lisa Eldridge ready for the editorial ‘Seeing Stars’ photographed by Lachlan Bailey for Vogue UK December 2010

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if you don’t eat girls out but you expect head you’re a little bitch

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"He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch."
Jean-Luc Godard  (via violentwavesofemotion)

beyoncebeytwice:

can someone invent a candle that smells like a blown out candle

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dizzy-roses:

dirtybetanerd:

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.

FUCKING IMPORTANT

Baaaaaaby

kittsune:

obamallamatime:

Hello, Police? I accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested

ugh the guilt consumes me

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