THEME BY SARAHCATHS+
the petrova fire

cancune:

if a guy stares at ur boobs 

just stare at his dick

maybe squint a little bit

The rest of the world has moved on. You should try, too.

netlfix:

imagine bumping into 2007 you at the mall

disneylandguru:

I have often heard from people judgements of taking a baby to Disneyland. What could a Baby possibly do at Disneyland. Well for one lots of things but my tip today is a pretty easy one. 
Take them to the animation building. Lay a blanket on the floor an let them just watch the screens and see everything around them. Its cool in there. The baby will love the colors and lights around them and you can take turns with family members to go on attractions around there. You can even change the baby there. 
So for those of you traveling with a baby here is my tip for you! 

disneylandguru:

I have often heard from people judgements of taking a baby to Disneyland. What could a Baby possibly do at Disneyland. Well for one lots of things but my tip today is a pretty easy one. 

Take them to the animation building. Lay a blanket on the floor an let them just watch the screens and see everything around them. Its cool in there. The baby will love the colors and lights around them and you can take turns with family members to go on attractions around there. You can even change the baby there. 

So for those of you traveling with a baby here is my tip for you! 

richard-sp8-jr:

when i was in kindergarten i had this babysitter who cooked the best steak i’d ever had and i’d always ask what it was and she said “people” every time and i’d laugh and ask what it really was and she’d just reply “people” and i found out in first grade that she got arrested and was sentenced to 50 years-life in prison

and that’s the story about how my babysitter was basically hannibal lecter and i was will graham for a whole year

gretaforkbeard:

Dashcon

meganthebadwolf:

i-got-kicked-by-pj:

ayeoakley:

smoothsister:

xel9unknown:

platypus-in-a-bottle:

luvme-123:

skullheadginny:

Let’s see, let’s see…

I died via danisnotonfire. Umm.

hoo boy
here we go

I died from showing my middle finger to a cat… Odd way to die.

Dashcon. Well I’m not going…

a dick. oh.

I died of Peej and Fly creating the short film ‘Bloom’.

I die because of Sam and Dean
I’m okay with that

meganthebadwolf:

i-got-kicked-by-pj:

ayeoakley:

smoothsister:

xel9unknown:

platypus-in-a-bottle:

luvme-123:

skullheadginny:

Let’s see, let’s see…

I died via danisnotonfire. Umm.

hoo boy

here we go

I died from showing my middle finger to a cat… Odd way to die.

Dashcon. Well I’m not going…

a dick. oh.

I died of Peej and Fly creating the short film ‘Bloom’.

I die because of Sam and Dean

I’m okay with that

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

ianbohen: #Sparkles #TourD’Eiffel

intimateaff3ction:

hacheload:

durbikins:

For the past two days, this little dinosaur has been hitchhiking on my side mirror.image

And every time I go back to my car, he’s just chilling on top of the mirror, ready to go.

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The dude’s hella confused though. He sees himself in the mirror and tries to attract himself to himself

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And sometimes it looks like he fell off …

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nope!

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ADVENTURES OF CAR DINOSAUR

cherish him forever