“What is done with love is done well.”
— Vincent van Gogh (via goodreadss)
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“What is done with love is done well.”
— Vincent van Gogh (via goodreadss)
Pooh Bear
I see many Winnie the Poohs at the hospital (aka Winnie aka Pooh aka Pooh Bear), as you may guess. Many look like this, a bit flat and with small wounds, designed to have a removable shirt:
They come for spas:
New hearts and stuffing:
And plumping up so they have a proper belly again:
Sometimes they look like this:
A bit more loved… or as his person said, in more “desperate condition”.
He also had a spa (not everyone does):
As you may’ve noticed, he needed a new nose and there were several options:
His heart had a pooh on it as well as some magic from a heffalump:
And after a bit of arm and smile surgery, soon he was healthy and ready to fly home:
His person wrote “He looks wonderful!”
The final Pooh I’m going to show you today just flew home yesterday. He is always called Pooh Bear. He is 14 years old and showed every year of hugs.
Here are the photos his person’s mom sent for diagnosis:
As you can see, Pooh Bear was a bit flat and a bit gray. He came in for a spa:
Got new stuffing and a magical Heffalump heart to preserve a bit of his original stuffing:
And finally was clean and plump and fluffy and ready to fly home:
He could even sit on his own! His people said his chubbiness was perfect and as I said, he flew home yesterday!
this blog is singlehandedly curing my depression
someone: i love you
me internally: prove it prove it prove it prove it prove it prove it
also me internally: please dont love me i dont want to hurt you this is terrifying please dont love me
yet also me internally: good, everyone should love me. get on your fucking knees and worship the fucking ground i walk on.
somehow also me internally: THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME!!!!!
me externally: aww i love you too!!
jay gatsby? lorde? them wild sons of guns sure love green lights
Sports Anchor: “Band Girl throw the sword high.”
“Nails the catch and completes it with a bend.”
“Touch Down Band Girl.”
This is my favorite video ever
green day: i walk these empty streets on the boulevard of broken dreams when the city sleeps and i’m the only one and i walk alone
eight year old me:
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
Rothirsch - red deer - Cervus elaphus by Olaf Kerber
You saw the god of the forest and you took pictures?
That fuckin picture of that guy at agraveyard holdin like, a cup or smt, with a mothman sized moth with him, both staring directly at the camera is somehow the funniest image but I haven’t been able to find it in months
This one?
PRECISELY THAT ONE
I feel attacked right now
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