Goat momma Paola

Female, 20, Venezuela. Warning i will bake you a pie! Obsessed with Undertale, Steven Universe and a lot of other nerd things. You can talk to momma whenever you like of whatever you want. ]: )

[angry-eevee]

adult life might be full of pain and suffering but at least we dont have to do PE anymore

[zhonglis-ass]

tomorrow is wednesday and you know what that means

nothing. absolutely nothing.

[ooyama]

🐶animals🐶

[kyoukomiki-blog]

[spacevixenmusic]

fucking WASTED

[colt-rane]

[sixpenceee]

Thunderstorm photographed over the Pacific Ocean at night. The photographer and pilot, Santiago Borja, says he was circling around it at 37,000 feet altitude en route to South America when he captured this spectacular view.

[drovie]

Today at therapy was really hard. I was sitting here crying, and generally being miserable, when I felt a nudge at my knee. I looked down to see that Zeus, my service dog, was doing his job… and brought me a potato. it is very hard to cry with a gift of potato.

[drovie]

Remember this? I’m having a rough time right now. Zeus has a solution.

That would be an empty pill bottle, the *correct* pill bottle, a bottle of embossing powder, and two, TWO potatoes.

[afkland]

You’re worth at least 2 potato to him and that’s pretty special imo.

[drovie]

I would just like to remind you all that *I don’t own any potatoes* and I have no clue where he’s getting them from.

[jasper-rolls]

remember that sasuke figurine that could hold up like literally fricking anythign

[pooplex-deactivated20140101]

[atomicpowered]

And my personal favorite

[frxppy]

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

[kimchievic]

This is one of my favorite posts on this goddamn site.

[letsmeetinourdreams]

“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?

Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.

But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?

That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.

No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“

–Elizabeth Gilbert

[cranberrycapers]

Pugs are not cute

Pugs are not cute. Pugs are malformed, inbred, sick animals that should never have existed.

(Above: pug and wolf skulls. Note the shallow eye sockets, crowded, protruding teeth, and short snout in the pug.)

Dogs pant to cool themselves. As pugs have practically no snouts, they have trouble cooling their bodies and they can suffer from organ failure as a result.

Pugs are often unable to breathe properly due to their short snouts and compact breathing passages. This inhibits their ability to do things that dogs like best - running, chasing things, playing.

Pugs suffer from a mangled jaw from which their teeth grow in all directions.

Because of the distorted shape of their skulls, their eyes commonly pop out of their heads. 60% of prolapsed eyes become blind. Eyes put back in the skull are prone to infection and the dog may need treatment for the rest of their life.

Their eyes are also prone to swelling painfully, becoming scratched, and being irritated by their eyelashes.

When excited, pugs are prone to getting fluid stuck in their throats, making them choke or gasp for breath. This is given the cutesy nick name “reverse sneezing”. [video]

As it can be difficult for pugs to exercise, they are prone to obesity.

Some pugs are born with their nostrils pinched almost shut, making it impossible for them to live without an operation.

The wrinkles on their faces will become infected without constant, careful cleaning by their caretaker.

About 64% of pugs suffer from hip dysplasia (malformed hip sockets) which causes crippling lameness and painful arthritis.

Pugs have a genetic weakness to demodectic mange (a pretty nasty skin condition caused by mites).

Their curled tail makes them susceptible to hemivertibrae - misshapen backbones which cause spine bending and instability, neurological disorders, back leg paralysis, incontinence, and pain.

Pugs are so inbred that a study of ten thousand pugs in the UK had the genetic makeup of only 50 individuals. Inbreeding means that defective genes are more likely to be expressed and passed on to offspring.

Necrotizing meningoencephalitis (brain swelling) is common among pugs. Dogs with this condition usually die within a few weeks. 

I am so sick of seeing pugs being celebrated. Their small, squashed skulls, facial wrinkles, curled tails, and protruding eyes are actually valued when these characteristics are a cruelty in themselves.

Pugs are charming, sweet, funny little souls and they don’t deserve the bodies humanity has designed for them.

Stop celebrating pugs. Stop buying pugs.

[athenadark]

let’s celebrate retro pugs instead

responsible breeders decided they liked the temperament but the health issues were a nightmare, so they fixed them, they bred them out

it’s retro as in before the muzzle was bred out

and look at them

the one on the left is a retromop and the one on the right is a (elderly) pug

they’re healthier, live longer and have all the pug benefits with none of the usual health issues because of the deformed skull

they have longer legs

making exercise easier, and yet maintained most of the pug looks, and yes, they have the pug grin

want a pug - get a retropug or retromop, a healther, happier, and possibly cheaper option

[sellyourseconds-deactivated2017]

even though I love pugs, it’s important that people know this 

[aggressivelybicaptainamerica]

Retromops are where it’s at friend.  Keep 100% of the pug charm with 0%of the terrible unhealthy inbred deformity. 

[mylackofsurprise-deactivated201]

i didn’t know this about pugs !!!!! poor lil guys. poor lil woof boys

[makoartz]

Little Toriel And Her Pie

Character Belongs to: Toby Fox

[sunstained]

I enjoy thrifting for books. Currently, I’m trying to complete a hardcover collection of Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, as my copies of 3, 7, 8, and 9 are all still paperback. I’ve been following the peculiar and dismal tale of the Baudelaire children for about eleven years, so I’m extremely familiar with the art style and the general layout of the traditional covers. So while I’m looking at books, I’m not really reading each spine or cover to see if it’s a Lemony Snicket book, but rather taking in the style and making a quick call on whether or not a particular book warrants further investigation. 

So when I found this at a garage sale last weekend, I immediately recognized the layout of the cover and picked it up.

Needless to say, I was reasonable perturbed - a word which here means ‘standing at the poor woman’s sale table for a solid five minutes in shock and fear, wondering what kind of bizarre alternate reality I’d stepped into’ - when I registered exactly what I’d picked up.

The thing that struck me as odd, though - besides all of it - was that it’s a hardcover book with a sleeve. I’m not myself too fond of book sleeves, as I find them a nuisance to hold and easily damaged, so I began undoing it to check that the physical hardcover itself was in line with the style of the ones I already own. 

Now, there are installments of The Baudelaire story that I’ve only ever heard rumors of - whispered cautiously behind hands or edited onto Wikipedia by some very fastidious donors - but none of my research of Mr. Snicket’s research could have ever possibly prepared me to find the darling, delightful, and decidedly deceptive copy of Loney M. Setnick’s “The Pony Party!” was actually the long-sought-after Unauthorized Autobiography. 

And I for one am glad to see Mr. Snicket taking such clever steps to keeping The Unauthorized Autobiography out of treacherous, unwashed hands. 

[pussydeity-deactivated20151212]

[underimagines]

     ☆some undertale positivity for anyone who might be having a bad day! ☆

[dailyevanstan]

[petropascal]

[thetomhiddlestonpage]

Ya know sometimes I’m having a good day and just enjoying myself then I remember that otters in the amazon can reach 6 feet in length and take down and eat adult Jaguars and anacondas and not just gators but friggin caiman gators. Then I need to sit down for a minute because that’s some serious @sixpenceee shit.

[snake-oil-retailer]

Jesus what the fuck

[woody112704]

I did not know they got that big

[fail-boat]

River otters are some of the baddest ass motherfuckers in the animal kingdom.

[wombat-annihilator-deactivated2]

In Zootopia, only predators went savage. An otter was one of those that went savage and a comment from the row behind me in the theater was “otters are predators?” Yes. Yes, they are.

[sixpenceee]

That’s literally what I was thinking