Seriously tho


whaaaaat?! If only if that were true!


how the fuck did we get from there to where we are today

Goes to show you, when you take her by force, you are going to get something bit off.

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I know I called it a um… strange anime, but you have to agree, this is one hot mofo! I mean come on, he is was better looking then Edward. 

They’re all better than Edward and his whole clan put together.

At least they didn’t fucking sparkle.  They were just unpredictably hot and my god….sadistic sounding.

…I want his MP3 Player.



This photo should be on everyone’s blog at least once.

I wish they would recreate this picture with how they are now 

PFT! I just had to stifle my laughter in a house of sleeping people.

oh. my. god. My childhood, was more awesome than I thought it was.

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….this is a very low-key, yet kinky anime……

I guess this falls under….ecchi, without the fanservice panty shots.





The 11 Saddest Moments From Your Childhood. Nothing About This Is Okay.

Fuck :((((

Chuckie had me in tears

fuck whoever made this… sincerely. 








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.


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I am all about some adult cats.

this made me cry excuse me

I think I might be one of these people.  I was thinking to myself, all my friends get kittens and they’re always brats.  I got myself a residential stray that melts my heart every time I come home from my shitty job,  I told myself, when I get my own place I’m bringing Yao with me.  If I don’t get one in time before he leaves me for another feeding spot or just runs off, I’ll go pick one up at the shelter.  Because I don’t know, I find a certain charm in older cats.

The residential stray did something incredibly cute yesterday.   My hand just hovered over his head and he already was leaning back, chin up, closed his eyes, and started kneading. 

While I’m like, “I didn’t even touch you yet, and you’re already in your happy place!”

not that anyone cares but…

I got my first harvest out of my arugula and spinach and it was divine.



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aka public schools

oddly enough, Emma just graduated with her Bachelors.