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when you’re trying to write and your last two functioning brain cells start yelling at each other
My new favorite thing is realtors adding “NOT HAUNTED” to for sale signs, completely convincing any sane person that the house is definitely haunted.
me, a middle-aged white man in the midwest with marriage troubles and two kids that need a fresh start in a new town:
My Service Dog got attacked. (Lend a hand?)
This is Gia. She is the sweetest, most loving service dog. She was basically retired, but still does her job occasionally. She got mauled by another dog about a week ago, and the image on the right is her now. For More Images/Proof: Go Here *GRAPHIC*
Now, I’m not asking for anyone to cover her vet fees, or to help us put the other dog down. What we REALLY need, is some Pajamas for Gia. I have created a wishlist of Jammies for her. Now, you’re probably asking why she needs Jammies. She is a double coated dog, a chow chow. Without her coat, she can’t keep herself warm or regulate her temperature. And we live in Ohio, where it gets very cold. Our power has already gone out once this winter, Gia won’t be okay if she gets too cold. She can’t go outside, she can’t sleep, she can’t heal. These pajamas also help to keep the bandage on her neck stable, and keeps her from rubbing it off. She is bleeding, oozing over herself constantly, so we need a lot of pajamas to keep rotating them. They won’t just get used once, they’ll be used all winter and through the spring even! Until she is healed, they will be used and very appreciated.
If you can’t help us by buying her some pajamas, can you please reblog this? We got hit with $3000 of vet bills that we do not have the money for. And she is due for another surgery to remove the rest of the dead skin next week.
Here are My Commissions if you can’t buy her one, but want to help! And Here is My Ko-Fi If you’d rather that.
And HERE IS HER WISHLIST.
Thank you SO much for sharing and helping out! ❤ ❤
Please don’t let this post die down! Someone was SO wonderful and already bought her a sweater so she can go outside when it snows. If that person wants to message me, I’ll send them pictures of her in it (if they want!) !!!
Please keep sharing ♡ Gia really needs clothes so she doesn’t get cold. Her face is swelling and she is going to the vet on Monday to get it checked out.
“being an art student is easy” buddy pal do you know how many fucking colors there are
I did this Castlevania vine compilation for @colonelmagma and I’m proud of it
you can only reblog this today
Golden rule of thumb for art kids: reblogging Bob Ross will bless you latest work
My faun babies, (from left to right) Nola, Thomas And Ryz✨✨
Check out the speed paint:
https://youtu.be/3tXOujAM83E
Tampons are a “luxury item”
Once I worked as an intern in the state capital. One of the representatives I worked for was this middle-aged guy. And he hated the tampon and napkin machines in the women’s bathrooms. Hated them. He insisted that they weren’t necessary.
I found out why after I’d been working there, oh, about a month. My period started suddenly, as it sometimes does, and I asked to excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room. He wanted to know why. I told him.
He started ranting about how lazy women were. How we wasted time. How we were so careless and unhygenic, and that there was no call for that. He finished by telling me that I certainly was NOT going to the ladies’ room and that I was just going to sit there and work. He finished this off with a decisive nod, as if I’d just been told and there could be no possible argument.
“If I don’t go,” I said in an overly patient tone, “the blood is going to soak through my pants, stain my new skirt that I just bought, and possibly get on this chair I’m sitting in. I need something to soak up the blood. That’s why I need to go to the bathroom.”
His face turned oatmeal-gray; an expression of pure horror spread across his face. He leaned forward and whispered, “Wait, you mean that if you don’t go, you’ll just keep on bleeding? I thought that women could turn it off any time that they wanted!”
I thought, You have got to be kidding.
Several horrified whispers later, I learned that he wasn’t. He actually thought a) that women could shut down the menstrual cycle at will, b) that we essentially picked a week per month to spend more time in the bathroom, i.e. to goof off, and c) that napkins and tampons were sex toys paid for by Health and Human Services. I didn’t know the term then, but he believed that tampons were dildos. Which was why he and a good number of his friends considered them luxuries.
And that’s how, at twenty, I had to give a talk on menstruation to a middle-aged married state representative who was one of my bosses. American politics, ladies and gentlemen.
That’s.., that’s insane.
what the fuck did i just read
When a random guy with a saxophone shows up to the club
This is music class energy if I’ve ever seen it lol
my bongocat contribution
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this video fucking rules and they can move
i am begging everyone to watch this video right now
HSHDJDJ
Dont avada kedavra the messenger
Important! Please reblog!