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The oft nerdy ramblings of a disillusioned twenty-something
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cybergata:

This is why one cat is never enough.

cybergata:

This is why one cat is never enough.

The nicest day I’ve seen all year, and a warm 3C, to boot!

shes-so-rock-n-roll:

This is my first tattoo, and I thought if it was meaningful it would make it easier to get through because I am TERRIFIED of needles. This blue ribbon is a symbol of child abuse awareness. My mother was abused by her father, and from the time I was a toddler until I was 15 years old my mother mercilessly beat me. She even left a dent in my skull from one incident where she put on her biggest ring on simply to back-hand me in the face. My Nan was on the phone with my brother in the next room and she could hear the impact that her hand made with my face. This tattoo represents the pain I suffered from my mothers abuse as a child, and the pain I am still going through as a young adult as a result of this abuse. Child abuse MUST BE STOPPED. I would not wish the pain of abuse on my worst enemy because of all the mental health issues I have been dealing with since. Because of everything I went through, I know that no matter what, the only thing I will lay on my child is kisses and unconditional love, so I can break this cycle of child abuse. Stop the vicious cycle, stop child abuse.

“Child abuse casts a shadow the length of a lifetime.” - Herbert Ward

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cat fell inside a bag full of plastic balls

omfg

fucking cats

I snorted at this

as if I’m not putting it on my blog

that cat has the best ‘oh jesus what have I done’ expression ever

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Sculptures carved from egg shells by Chinese artist Wen Fuliang

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Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

 this is honestly the saddest story i have ever read. every time i read it i get upset.

This just made my day officially sad as fuck. I feel so bad for that little guy. People are horrible. All he wanted was to be loved… Like everybody fucking wants.

It’s as inspiring as it is sad. And I can shamelessly said I cried at that story. 

All the feels :(

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okcgoldmine:

via jurassicapark. my thick, powurful neck

So, APPARENTLY, okcupid goldmine is running a contest for submissions. My roommate submitted this and I can assure you it’s 100% real (I have seen the message he sent, wherein he claimed Jess and he were ‘equals in attractiveness’) so like or reblog it! I really want her to win the ‘mystery prize’.

kateordie:

okcgoldmine:

via jurassicapark. my thick, powurful neck

So, APPARENTLY, okcupid goldmine is running a contest for submissions. My roommate submitted this and I can assure you it’s 100% real (I have seen the message he sent, wherein he claimed Jess and he were ‘equals in attractiveness’) so like or reblog it! I really want her to win the ‘mystery prize’.