☾ Møõn ☽

your only duty is to flee, flame keeper

[peachtearsb]

i understand why van gogh cut off his ear and shot himself in the middle of an open field like i get it now

[averagefairy]

as soon as the “I can just wake up really early tomorrow and do it” thought pops into your brain it’s over. like at that point……. you are genuinely and thoroughly Fuckd’t 

[thirdity]

“First we raise a dust, and then complain we cannot see.” – George Berkeley, A Treatise Concerning the Principles of Human Knowledge

[vero-in-technicolor]

No matter what you name it, meat was once a live animal with a unique personality who was tortured and slaughtered—just to end up on someone’s plate.

[vero-in-technicolor]

[vero-in-technicolor]

So often I hear people say: you do your thing, I’ll do mine. You may choose to eat vegetables and fruit and nuts and grains, I choose to eat meat and dairy. That argument is basically and dangerously flawed because the most interested person – the one being killed– is not party to the discussion

Marybeth Wosko (via poweredbyplantscr)

[junname]

https://instagram.com/p/BYzAPC3B_w5/

[stephanyazali]

Nadin

[jungkooik]

Oh, darling, didn’t you know? Loving gods always leads to tragedy.

unfinished poetry | d.s. (via against-stars)

[daikiraichu]

this lady brought in the tiniest, cutest puppy and as my coworker was gushing over it, I said that puppies are more interesting than babies. “well, I don’t know about that,” the lady said.

like lady, if you had to choose between being in a room full of puppies or a room full of babies, you’re gonna pick puppies. everyone will pick puppies. even people who don’t like dogs wouldn’t want to be in a room full of gross babies. puppies > babies. no contest.

[auerums-deactivated20180718]

I am haunted. Haunted by the ghost of the woman I was too afraid to become.  And I’m the one who killed her.  I smothered her. Left her gasping and screaming for air underneath the same white sheets that I rest upon every night.  You’ll see no blood.  You’ll no evidence of a struggle.  Her body rots between the cracks in my ribcage.  This is where I hold her prisoner.  There was no funeral.  No “goodbye”.  Just my silent mourning.  I wear black in the bags under my eyes.  This haunting is exhausting.  This haunting is unlike any other.  You see, my hands are her hands  and maybe this is why everyone I touch  remains unmoved.  Maybe this is why everything I write  becomes an elegy.  To her: I’m sorry. But you never had a chance.  To her: I’m sorry for letting you rot before you ever had the chance to bloom.  Here lies she whose face haunts me everywhere I turn.

a personal elegy (via anxieusly)

[theglamgoth]

the whole aesthetic of this is un matched

[rebellloudwiththecrowd]

“OOPS“- one word to describe our justice system.

[catwinchester-deactivated201901]

Like… You… What…? How the fuck do you mistake that? 

[maneth985]

ya know, there was a case here a few years ago, a father was accused of raping his infant daughter, she died of anal bleeding, the whole family was put under horrible scrutiny and it turns out she simply had an undiagnosed intestinal problem, the MEDIA was the one who said she was raped and that it was the dad and because of it people made their life hell. So yeah, I don’t know HOW it happens, but it does.

[itzyaboy-dame]

Fuck the justice system

[fuckyeahcomicsbaby]

Thermohalia

[themodernmaccabee]

I need more

[drawingmodel]

Nice art

[wheatstuff-deactivated20170925]

ive been looking for this again actually!! good to see it

[eternallyvegan-deactivated20210]

We’ve been working on a lot of animal abuse cases at the moment, playing on my mind.. It’s difficult sometimes being awake to the suffering that happens, it can hit you hard at any moment, sudden realization beings out there are being tortured RIGHT NOW. I remember in my early stages of going #vegan I was out clubbing with my friends & suddenly had the thought of fox cubs being taken from their mums and immediately felt like i needed to go out there & do something. I started crying uncontrollably & my friends who weren’t vegan had no idea what to say or do to console me. I’m sure this has happened to others and it’s pretty awkward isn’t it? Cause they don’t really understand your frustration no matter what they say, you know that they themselves are contributing to it. Nothing they say will make you feel better. These images & thoughts often come to mind when I’m alone having a particularly challenging day. Even the thought of it is hard to deal with, that feeling is so uncomfortable to stay with. It can often make me feel guilty for enjoying myself -like why do I deserve to be happy while other beings are miserable? But then i remind myself that i am trying to help alleviate suffering with my activism work & i AM changing things! And I think that is the absolute best advice I could give to any person who has seen suffering & feels hopeless at any moment. Doing something about that suffering & becoming active in speaking out for change is the best thing that you can do. For others, for yourself and for the world! I wouldn’t rather be spending my time on anything else. When I think about the pointless shit I used to spend my time on before I realised my true mission in life, you would laugh, I was not the person I am today, believe me! So yes, using all of that frustration and sadness & turning it into something powerful is beautiful & is definitely the way forward in this. Turning hatred into love & empowering yourself at the same time! That’s my advice. No more sitting around feeling hopeless. No more giving into those fears. Lovingly confront the fear & darkness with your love & light. ✊💞🙏 Pictured: me holding a sign at a protest against dog racing/betting.

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[dsxsbx]

Little Wildflower by Suki The Cat