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poppypicklesticks:

anotherstarinthesky:

empresspinto:

nigga-chan:

People need to realize the significance of this post, because when I reblogged it it was just blank so I think some people may not understand what this is trying to say

Adopting an animal (or buying from someone close to you who has recently had puppies, kittens, etc) is not like simply going to the store and buying a toy. You do not just get to throw it away once you are done with it and it stops being cute in your eyes

This is a real living thing that has emotions, needs, and wants, not something to be thrown away when YOU are done after YOU entered at commitment to raise and care for this animal. 

What’s just as bad as dumping the animal off just anywhere you want, whether it be on the side of the road or in a shelter, is that a lot of these animals end up dying after that. Animals are NOT always adopted and strays are not always picked up. Animals can get put down, run over, tortured, and a list of other things 

People should really think about what they are responsible for before they bring an animal into their life

Not to mention that that animal loves you, you are his world, and when you drop him off at the shelter - or worse, in the street - you are abandoning him. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, he thinks you’ll come back, maybe you just dropped him off for a bit and you’ll come back to him.
Not only did you make a commitment, but that animal loves you and throwing them away isn’t just breaking that commitment, it’s throwing away someone who doesn’t understand why you don’t love him anymore and where you went.

This is so important. Animals are NOT toys you just can’t return them because you got bored. Think first before you buy a cute little puppy for your stupid girlfriend or sister or whatever. Okay. This just make me so mad that I can’t keep talking about it. Seriously you have no heart if you do this. Seriously

This shit pisses me off

How could you be so hateful to that poor puppy who loves you 






Today I finally sent an email to the vet and quit. I’m done with their bs, and allowing them to make me feel like shit. Haven’t got a response yet, but I already feel much better!


posted 1 day ago






dailygladers:

'Game of Thrones' Actor to Play Villain in 'Maze Runner' Sequel.

Aidan Gillen, who plays Game of Thrones character Littlefinger, will play the villain in Maze Runner: Scorch Trials.

dailygladers:

'Game of Thrones' Actor to Play Villain in 'Maze Runner' Sequel.

Aidan Gillen, who plays Game of Thrones character Littlefinger, will play the villain in Maze Runner: Scorch Trials.


posted 3 days ago






a-hangmans-joke:

seaworld-secrets:

passion4killerwhales:

animalsnatureveganism:

TIGERS ARE ON RED ALERTThe Sumatran Tiger is said to be extinct by 2015, with fewer than 300-400 left in the wild due to large-scale habitat loss, poaching, hunting and human-tiger conflict. Other subspecies are said to follow. DonateStop the Tiger PoachersSave Tigers NowProtect Tigers from Poachers and Help Stop War on Wildlife Donate to Save Tigers Donate to Help Save the Tiger Make a Donation - Save China’s TigersDonate to Tiger Conservation Name a Wild Tiger WWF Tiger AppealTiger AppealSumatran Tiger ConservationBengal Tiger Conservation DonationsSave the Malayan Tiger Malayan Tiger Conservation Adopt a TigerTigers in Crisis - Adopt a Tiger Adopt Roque the Tiger Adopt a Tiger TodayAdopt a Wild Tiger from IndonesiaAdopt a Tiger - Zhorik Tiger Adoption - Save China’s Tigers Adopt a Wild Tiger PetitionsStop Tiger Poaching in India Save the Tiger Save the Sumatran Tiger Save the Tigers Save the Indian Tiger Save the Sumatran Tiger Stop Pushing Sumatran Tiger Toward ExtinctionSave the Sumatran Tigers from Extinction Protect Siberian Tiger Habitat Act Now to Save India’s Tiger Save the Sumatran Tiger Save the Tiger Stop Poaching Tigers Close Down China’s Tiger Farms Save the Siberian Tiger Prevent Siberian Tiger Extinction Save Endangered Siberian Tigers from Extinction Illegal Tiger Trade must End Preserve the Bengal Tiger of India Save the Malayan Tiger from Extinction Save Malayan Tiger by Stopping Logging Source: ttp://wwf.panda.org/what_we_do/endangered_species/tigers/about_tigers/sumatran_tiger/  

THIS IS NOT OK. :(

IMPORTANT SIGNAL BOOST PLEASE

Ok so tigers are my favourite animal and this literally kills me.I have 12,000+ followersif each one of you donated like £3 it would be huge.Please and thank you.

a-hangmans-joke:

seaworld-secrets:

passion4killerwhales:

animalsnatureveganism:

TIGERS ARE ON RED ALERT

The Sumatran Tiger is said to be extinct by 2015, with fewer than 300-400 left in the wild due to large-scale habitat loss, poaching, hunting and human-tiger conflict. Other subspecies are said to follow. 

Donate
Stop the Tiger Poachers
Save Tigers Now
Protect Tigers from Poachers and Help Stop War on Wildlife 
Donate to Save Tigers 
Donate to Help Save the Tiger 
Make a Donation - Save China’s Tigers
Donate to Tiger Conservation 
Name a Wild Tiger 
WWF Tiger Appeal
Tiger Appeal
Sumatran Tiger Conservation
Bengal Tiger Conservation Donations
Save the Malayan Tiger 
Malayan Tiger Conservation 

Adopt a Tiger
Tigers in Crisis - Adopt a Tiger 
Adopt Roque the Tiger 
Adopt a Tiger Today
Adopt a Wild Tiger from Indonesia
Adopt a Tiger - Zhorik 
Tiger Adoption - Save China’s Tigers 
Adopt a Wild Tiger 

Petitions
Stop Tiger Poaching in India 
Save the Tiger 
Save the Sumatran Tiger 
Save the Tigers 
Save the Indian Tiger 
Save the Sumatran Tiger 
Stop Pushing Sumatran Tiger Toward Extinction
Save the Sumatran Tigers from Extinction 
Protect Siberian Tiger Habitat 
Act Now to Save India’s Tiger 
Save the Sumatran Tiger 
Save the Tiger 
Stop Poaching Tigers 
Close Down China’s Tiger Farms 
Save the Siberian Tiger 
Prevent Siberian Tiger Extinction 
Save Endangered Siberian Tigers from Extinction 
Illegal Tiger Trade must End 
Preserve the Bengal Tiger of India 
Save the Malayan Tiger from Extinction 
Save Malayan Tiger by Stopping Logging 


Source: ttp://wwf.panda.org/what_we_do/endangered_species/tigers/about_tigers/sumatran_tiger/  

THIS IS NOT OK. :(

IMPORTANT SIGNAL BOOST PLEASE

Ok so tigers are my favourite animal and this literally kills me.
I have 12,000+ followers
if each one of you donated like £3 it would be huge.
Please and thank you.


posted 4 days ago






vegan-vulcan:

ittybittyrecluse:

hurricaneedrunk:

trynottodrown:

yodiscrepo:

Peces como mascotas.

ah yiss that’s the spot

Eeeeeeeeeee!

Fish are friends! (Not food.)

oh my god ordinarily I put cute animals in my queue but THIS NEEDED TO BE ON MY BLOG IMMEDIATELY
IT’S A PUFFER FISH WHO WANTS CUDDLES
I FUCKING CAN’T

vegan-vulcan:

ittybittyrecluse:

hurricaneedrunk:

trynottodrown:

yodiscrepo:

Peces como mascotas.

ah yiss that’s the spot

Eeeeeeeeeee!

Fish are friends! (Not food.)

oh my god ordinarily I put cute animals in my queue but THIS NEEDED TO BE ON MY BLOG IMMEDIATELY

IT’S A PUFFER FISH WHO WANTS CUDDLES

I FUCKING CAN’T


source:yodiscrepo
posted 4 days ago






tacomaster420:

I’m gonna scream

tacomaster420:

I’m gonna scream


posted 5 days ago






Started running again, twice this week already, and I’m feeling really good! I don’t run very far or very fast, but it’s all progress, right?


posted 6 days ago






helloyoucreatives:

You are never alone with a good book.


posted 6 days ago






comedycentral:

Click here for more of Jon Stewart’s coverage of the recent House Committee on Science, Space and Technology hearing.


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posted 6 days ago






Anonymous:
please elaborate on how you got a substitute teacher to quit within one day. I'm genuinely curious.

mysticmoonhigh:

mamalovebone:

all right everyone sit down, shut up and listen closely because I’m about to tell y’all the tale of Ms. Mormino.

Seventh grade is a time most people don’t look back on fondly. I know I sure don’t—I tend to regard that era as nothing more than an unpleasant, acne-filled haze of fall out boy and poor attempts at pseudo-zooey deschanel fashions. But enough about me. Let’s talk about my math teacher. 

Ms. Isom. Poor old Ms. Isom. Well in her 60’s, always plagued with some illness or injury, she was hardly ever even at school. Since many of her absences were the result of short-notice incidents—“falling down the stairs” was popularly cited— it wasn’t all that uncommon to not have a substitute on hand. Being a smartass honors class, we’d gotten away with several successful evasions of administration, walking cavalierly into class  to pass the next 48 minutes doing just about nothing. Hell, for good measure, we’d sometimes even toss in a friendly “hey, Ms. Isom!” if any administrators were anywhere within earshot. So incredibly anti-establishment, you could basically call it another Project Mayhem, except instead of Brad Pitt and Ed Norton concocting homemade bombs, it was a bunch of tweenyboppers with iPhone 3’s and Justin Bieber 2009 haircuts. 

 We got pretty accustomed to our own little self-governing system that rolled around every second period, so we naturally weren’t exactly thrilled when administration caught on to our little Anarchy Act and strictly enforced the presence of a substitute every day. 

Most of our subs weren’t terrible—most were friendly, gave us participation grades, and didn’t object to the independent attitude of our class (which, mind you, only had about ten students in it) 

That is, until Ms. Mormino came along. 

Four feet, ten inches of raw, undiluted evil, Ms. Mormino walked into class with a scowl on her face and a chip on her shoulder. When the girl behind me sneezed, Ms. Mormino’s immediate response was “NO INAPPROPRIATE NOISES!” 

 Although we all suppressed our laughter, we all knew from that moment on that, try as she might with her despotism and her draconian anti-sneeze policy, Ms. Mormino didn’t stand a chance. 

 The arguable beginning of the end for Ms. Mormino’s all-too-brief reign of terror was the moment I asked for a calculator; mine was broken. Mormino asserted that I could only borrow a calculator if I loaned her something of mine; at that moment, the girl next to me chimed in, saying she, too, needed a calculator. “I have a folder I can give you,” I offered. “I have a highlighter,” added the other girl. 

 At that moment, a puberty-creaking voice from the back of the room piped up. 

Max. 

We all know certain people have certain gifts. Michelangelo saw angels in every block of marble and devoted his life to setting them free; Einstein had a mind which saw the potential of the entire universe; F. Scott Fitzgerald wove intricate tales of decadence and depravity. Max, however, had a different kind of gift: he could make anything—anything at all—into a “that’s what she said” joke. More on that later, though. 

Max pried off a Nike sneaker and held it proudly in the air, like a coveted trophy. 

"I have a shoe." 

Tottering in one-shoe-one-sock, Max dumped the sneaker on Ms. Mormino’s desk, retrieved a calculator, then tottered back to his own desk, a sort of smirk playing on his face. And, as to be expected—the rest of us quickly followed suit. 

 A small pile of shoes on her desk, Ms. Mormino grit her teeth and glared at us as we all sat back down, quietly victorious, a calculator in each of our hands. It wasn’t long, however, until we all began to silently plot our next act of minor mayhem. 

"Can I go to the bathroom?" asked Tyler, who, despite being in seventh grade, was approaching his sixteenth birthday. In a combination of verism and admiration of Tyler’s devil-may-care boldness, we unequivocally accepted him as our leader. For reasons unknown, Ms. Mormino denied his request. Tyler, much like his Fight Club namesake, heeded no rules but his own and left anyway—Ms. Mormino, furious, locked the door behind him and smugly insisted that "administration will take care of him." 

Tyler, however, was not one to be caught, and stayed close by, appearing in the window of the door whenever Ms. Mormino wasn’t looking. Waving, smiling, laughing, making faces and obscene gestures, Tyler had us all in stitches, but cleverly avoided Ms. Mormino’s sight—when she asked us what was so funny, we all refused to give Tyler away. 

A girl asked to go to the bathroom, stating she “really really really” needed to go. Ms. Mormino, again, denied her request. Ms. Mormino, however, seemed to be uninformed about the side door—leading right outside, always locked from the outside but always open from the inside. 

"Well, I’ll go myself," the girl responded, and took off, hurdling three desks and darting out the door. Right behind her, two other students took off, pursuing freedom. The door slammed behind all three students, and they were gone. 

 Six of us were left. Among us, importantly, was Chris. 

Chris was thirteen, but looked half his age; scrawny, wiry, he probably measured in at about four-foot-three, but no taller. “Late Bloomer” are words that come to mind. 

Despite his diminutive size, Chris possessed the gall of someone like Tyler.

"I have to use the bathroom," said Chris, standing. 

 ”Do you think I’m going to allow you to go to the bathroom?” snapped Ms. Mormino. 

 ”It’s an emergency!” Chris pleaded. 

"Sit down," Ms. Mormino growled. 

Meanwhile, the entire class borders on hysteria. We have tears in our eyes, almost suffocating from choking back laughter. 

"It’s an emergency," repeated Chris, but it sounded more like a warning.

"Sit."

Silence. Silence, Silence and more silence, until we all began to notice a dark stain on Chris’s khakis. The stain grew. And grew. And grew.

 Fists at his sides, stoicism in his face, and a cold, proud, triumphant glint in his eye, Chris locked eye contact with Ms. Mormino. 

And pissed right in his pants. 

The entire class erupted into a laugh only comparable to the detonation of a bomb. 

We laughed so hard for the next five, ten, fifteen minutes straight that Ms. Mormino gave up. Surrendering, putting her head on her desk, she waited until the hysteria finally subsided. 

Finally looking up, defeated, pathetic, Ms. Mormino glared at us all and wailed: 

 ”This is too much, this is too hard, too hard, Jesus Christ, this is too much for me!” 

 A lone voice sounded from the back of the room. Guess whose it was.

"That’s what she said."

Ms. Mormino officially retired from teaching that afternoon.

FUCKING READ IT IT’S WORTH IT


posted 6 days ago






not-john-watson:

kaylizle:

okellyjaneo:

This looks like the worlds most unhappy wedding.

 

I felt like I needed this back on my dash,

not-john-watson:

kaylizle:

okellyjaneo:

This looks like the worlds most unhappy wedding.

 

I felt like I needed this back on my dash,


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posted 1 week ago






survivingthetrials:

Alby in the movie: Welcome Thomas bby how are you? You need a cup of tea? I hope you’re having a great time here

Alby in the book: Hey dude you new here so dont get on my nerves or I’ll shuck you up. Don’t be an idiot, don’t do that Thomas.Shut up Greenie. yOU GOT ON MY NERVES IMA SHUCK YOU UP YOU SHUCK FACE