what i planned to do this summer
- paint and make art
- hang out with friends
what i actually did
- ruined every friendship i have
If you don’t like piercings, don’t get any.
If you don’t like tattoos, don’t get any.
If you don’t agree with abortions, don’t get one.
If you don’t like gay marriage, don’t marry your same gender.
If you don’t like something, don’t do it.
But DO NOT prevent someone else from doing it just because you don’t like it.
Did you know that due to American Public Law 94-479, by the 94th Congress, George Washington is protected from being outranked by any officer in past, present, and future? Meaning if there’s a 6th star general, Washington is automatically upgraded to 7th. There is a law dedicated to preserving Washington’s badass status.
when the teacher says the math test is going to be exactly like the tasks from the book so you learn them by heart and then she changes the numbers
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.
The STORY THOUGH.
a moment of silence for all the crazy sex Dean and Cas would have already had if Supernatural was on HBO
Ok but what if mermaids didn’t just live in liquid bodies of water.
What if there were mermaids who lived in thunder clouds and lured air plane pilots to their doom
What if Amelia Earhart was just seduced by a tropical storm mermaid and they’re living happily together in some seasonal monsoon system somewhere above the Bermuda Triangle
I ship it.
Don’t expect people to love you forever just because you’ve come to the conclusion that women are people. […] It’s a very low bar being set, that bar being basic human decency. So, like, well done on meeting that standard, but let’s be honest - you’re not yet Captain America. (And by that I mean just an indescribably good person who frankly we could all learn a lot from). In that same vein, now that you are a feminist, rather than just declaring that over and over again, why not go out and do some feminist-y things?