catbountry:

ex-wife:

did-you-kno:

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"When I got my first cat, it changed me. There is something about holding a cat that makes your anger melt away. And if someone does something that upsets me—I have to remember my cat. I can’t keep my cat if I get into trouble.”

"I asked if Major Cabanaw had concerns for the safety of the cats. “Of course, we always want to ensure the safety of the cats, and the staff is great about keeping an eye out for them. But mostly, it’s the offenders keeping them safe. I have never once seen an offender kill his own cat. We screen them to be sure they have no history of animal abuse. But I’ll tell you this, there was a guy killed in here because he had spit soda pop onto someone else’s cat.”"
Wow.

catbountry:

ex-wife:

did-you-kno:

Source 

"When I got my first cat, it changed me. There is something about holding a cat that makes your anger melt away. And if someone does something that upsets me—I have to remember my cat. I can’t keep my cat if I get into trouble.”

"I asked if Major Cabanaw had concerns for the safety of the cats. “Of course, we always want to ensure the safety of the cats, and the staff is great about keeping an eye out for them. But mostly, it’s the offenders keeping them safe. I have never once seen an offender kill his own cat. We screen them to be sure they have no history of animal abuse. But I’ll tell you this, there was a guy killed in here because he had spit soda pop onto someone else’s cat.”"

Wow.

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britishtomsaremyfriends:

people who “grew out” of pokemon are weak and i have no time for them

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the-honorable:

lukaara:

megucaswithplugsuits:

He has been waiting all his life for this delicious moment


STOP

When I first saw Mega Alakazam, I didn’t know why he needed so many spoons. It all makes sense now.

the-honorable:

lukaara:

megucaswithplugsuits:

He has been waiting all his life for this delicious moment

STOP

When I first saw Mega Alakazam, I didn’t know why he needed so many spoons. It all makes sense now.

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"I do not need someone to complete me
but if you wanted to
we could walk next to each other
into whatever is coming next."

Meghan Lynn (via merelyamadness)

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mypocketshurt90:

Well how do you meet people?

mypocketshurt90:

Well how do you meet people?

(Source: alternative-pokemon-art)

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Housing the Homeless Reduces Healthcare Costs and Arrests

clutchmag:

Housing the Homeless Reduces Healthcare Costs and Arrests

Screen Shot 2014-03-27 at 11.31.31 AMA new study conducted by the University of North Carolina Charlotte shows that providing housing first reduces the overall cost of homelessness.

The study used Moore Place, a Charlotte apartment complex that serves as home to 85 chronically homeless adults, as its subject. In its first year, Moore Place tenants saved $1.8M in health care costs, with 447 fewer emergency room visits.

Sixty-two-year…

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thefrogman:

Gator Greetings by Angela [facebook | zazzle]

thefrogman:

Gator Greetings by Angela [facebook | zazzle]

(Source: dreamsentinel)

"Take a shower,
Wash away the bad thoughts,
Cleanse your body,
Put on some relaxing music,
Get in to bed,
Breathe."

You’ll be okay (via mystiquel)

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wolvensnothere:

taterpie:

Approved.

An instance in which compassion is the sickest burn of all.

wolvensnothere:

taterpie:

Approved.

An instance in which compassion is the sickest burn of all.

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(Source: foie, via bigfetus-deactivated20140328)

"

When I was seventeen and preparing to leave for university, my mother’s only brother saw fit to give me some advice.
“Just don’t be an idiot, kid,” he told me, “and don’t ever forget that boys and girls can never just be friends.”
I laughed and answered, “I’m not too worried. And I don’t really think all guys are like that.”

When I was eighteen and the third annual advent of the common cold was rolling through residence like a pestilent fog, a friend texted me asking if there was anything he could do to help.
I told him that if he could bring me up some vitamin water that would be great, if it wasn’t too much trouble.
That semester I learned that human skin cells replace themselves every three to five weeks. I hoped that in a month, maybe I’d stop feeling the echoes of his touch; maybe my new skin would feel cleaner.
It didn’t. But I stood by what I said. Not all guys are like that.

When I was nineteen and my roommate decided the only way to celebrate the end of midterms was to get wasted at a club, I humoured her.
Four drinks, countless leers and five hands up my skirt later, I informed her I was ready to leave.
“I get why you’re upset,” she told me on the walk home, “but you have to tolerate that sort of thing if you want to have any fun. And really, not all guys are like that.”

(Age nineteen also saw me propositioned for casual sex by no fewer than three different male friends, and while I still believe that guys and girls can indeed be just friends, I was beginning to see my uncle’s point.)

When I was twenty and a stranger that started chatting to me in my usual cafe asked if he could walk with me (since we were going the same way and all), I accepted.
Before we’d even made it three blocks he was pulling me into an alleyway and trying to put his hands up my shirt. “You were staring,” he laughed when I asked what the fuck he was doing (I wasn’t), “I’m just taking pity.”
But not all guys are like that.

I am twenty one and a few days ago a friend and I were walking down the street. A car drove by with the windows down, and a young man stuck his head out and whistled as they passed. I ignored it, carrying on with the conversation.
My friend did not. “Did you know those people?” He asked.
“Not at all,” I answered.
Later when we sat down to eat he got this thoughtful look on his face. When I asked what was wrong he said, “You know not all guys do that kind of thing, right? We’re not all like that.”
As if he were imparting some great profound truth I’d never realized before. My entire life has been turned around, because now I’ve been enlightened: not all guys are like that.

No. Not all guys are. But enough are. Enough that I am uncomfortable when a man sits next to me on the bus. Enough that I will cross to the other side of the street if I see a pack of guys coming my way. Enough that even fleeting eye contact with a male stranger makes my insides crawl with unease. Enough that I cannot feel safe alone in a room with some of my male friends, even ones I’ve known for years. Enough that when I go out past dark for chips or milk or toilet paper, I carry a knife, I wear a coat that obscures my figure, I mimic a man’s gait. Enough that three years later I keep the story of that day to myself, when the only thing that saved me from being raped was a right hook to the jaw and a threat to scream in a crowded dorm, because I know what the response will be.

I live my life with the everburning anxiety that someone is going to put their hands on me regardless of my feelings on the matter, and I’m not going to be able to stop them. I live with the knowledge that statistically one in three women have experienced a sexual assault, but even a number like that can’t be trusted when we are harassed into silence. I live with the learned instinct, the ingrained compulsion to keep my mouth shut to jeers and catcalls, to swallow my anger at lewd suggestions and crude gestures, to put up my walls against insults and threats. I live in an environment that necessitates armouring myself against it just to get through a day peacefully, and I now view that as normal. I have adapted to extreme circumstances and am told to treat it as baseline. I carry this fear close to my heart, rooted into my bones, and I do so to keep myself unharmed.

So you can tell me that not all guys are like that, and you’d even be right, but that isn’t the issue anymore. My problem is not that I’m unaware of the fact that some guys are perfectly civil, decent, kind—my problem is simply this:

In a world where this cynical overcaution is the only thing that ensures my safety, I’m no longer willing to take the risk.

"

r.d. (via vonmoire)

(Source: elferinge, via mypocketshurt90)

Dolphin comes out of nowhere and asks diver for help ! - Lolwall.co

marine-science:

While the diver Keller Laros was filming stingrays in Hawaii, out of nowhere appeared a dolphin that had a hook and fishing lines coiled in one of the fins. Surprisingly, the dolphin stayed there with the diver until the hook and line had been detached. 

Pretty amazing footage.. 

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