alright alright alright

19.

[harvestheart]

Puppy in cozy, toasty warm, comfort.  Taken into the flock. 

[farmcontent]

worth pointing out that appears to be a great pyrenees dog AKA a livestock guardian dog. :)

they’re learning to cohabitate with sheep who they will then grow up to protect!

[lunasong365]

Photo is by Cat Urbigkit. It’s from her ranch in Wyoming; she says the dogs are Akbash. Here are some more of her photos of working livestock guardian dogs.

[thenordroom]

Scandinavian apartment

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[20o7]

“I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and then penalize them for not being able to stand under the weight.”

— Malcolm X | The Autobiography of Malcolm X (1964)

[blurays]

SPIRITED AWAY 2001, dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[humansofnewyork]

“I was the product of an affair.  My father had sex with my mother once, and she hadn’t even told him about the pregnancy.  So he never knew I existed.  I was an only child.  I was desperate to connect with my identity.  But I had no way of finding him because my mother remembered his name incorrectly.  It wasn’t until I became an adult that I was finally able to track him down.  The first time we met, he sat in a chair, pulled out a cigar, and said: ‘I was expecting you to be a boy.’  It turns out that he’d had a son while he was in college, and he’d given that child up for adoption.  Somewhere out there, I had a brother.  I grabbed a napkin and wrote down all the information my father could remember.  But it wasn’t enough.  I couldn’t locate my brother.  Soon I got busy with my family and my mind moved on to other things.  Then two years ago I was on Ancestry.com, and I got a ping.  It wasn’t like: ‘Oh, here’s your brother.’  But it was a match of some sort.  And I’m really good at investigating that stuff, so I found him on Facebook and sent him a message.  After we confirmed things with a DNA test, Eric and I hit the ground running.  We call each other ‘brother’ and ‘sister.’  We’ve visited each other’s families.  We look alike.  We think alike.  I’ve shared my poetry with him.  He shares his music with me.  We’re both divorced, and middle-aged, and experiencing similar things.  So there’s so much to talk about.  We have these text conversations that last all morning.  I’m not that same teenage girl anymore—desperate for connection.  I don’t have a void that I’m trying to fill.  But he’s just been such a nice addition to my life.  I love having a brother.” #quarantinestories

[madisonsaferillustration]

I will also be inspired by the love between Frog and Toad. 

[ripe]

花布爱上鸟_ on weibo

[princesstigerbelle]

We need a Disney movie of this cat in a raincoat

[ntraldairyhotel]

@imanes

[humansofnewyork]

“Ever since I was a little girl, I’d been professing that I wanted to be a doctor. But there weren’t any doctors in my family.  And we didn’t live in the nicest part of Brooklyn, so there weren’t even any doctors in my neighborhood.  I was fourteen years old when I met my first African American female physician, Dr. Cambridge.  It was just a fluke.  I needed to see a doctor, and I ended up at her office.  But meeting her was like God saying: ‘You can do this.  This is what you want, and it’s going to happen.’  It wasn’t easy.  All through school I worked the closing shift at McDonald’s.  I barely had time to study. I failed general chemistry during my freshman year, and my advisor told me that I shouldn’t pursue medicine.  But people had been telling me that my entire life.  So I just never went back to her office.  I figured everything out on my own.  I’d never even heard of an MCAT.  I had to learn all that on my own.  I studied with old books that people donated to me.  But I was still working twenty hours a week, so I only scored in the 19th percentile.  I applied to fifteen medical schools and all of them rejected me.  That’s when the depression set in.  I’d lost $2200 on the applications alone.  But I pulled myself together.  I kept going.  I enrolled in a Master’s program so I could prove that I was capable of succeeding on a higher level.  I took out student loans.  And for the first time, I was able to focus on my schoolwork instead of surviving.  I went into beast mode.  I was like a machine.  I made my first ‘A’ ever in a higher education course.  And the next time I took the MCAT, I scored in the 73rd percentile.  When those results came in, I was laying on the floor.  I was crying.  Because nobody knew how hard I prayed for this.  How hard I worked for this.  So hard.  So, so hard.  Only I knew.  I did this all by myself.” #quarantinestories

[the-feeeling-is-mutual]

Hozier singing Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine

[quinndolyns-deactivated20220403]

me at the nail salon thinking about Schemes and Heists

[quinndolyns-deactivated20220403]

still scheming, still heisting

[manganow]

Pikachu, OMG!!!

[druddigon]

this was for an aquarium

[thorffour-deactivated20190920]

[nbeenary]

[depeshemode]

[annasinthewalls]

If I’m not supposed to like villainous characters why are they always the best dressed 

[knusprig-titten-hitler]

[mariesbookclub-deactivated20170]

I just laughed so fucking hard

[momworries]

Wtffff

[cummy-princess]

fuck daycare/kindergarten/preschool/public school settings , peoples little assholes don’t know how to act

[hyrude]

fact: ppl named katie with a k are inherently more powerful than those who spell it with a c. the strongest catie could fight the weakest katie and would still be obliterated. however, katies ending in ie are superior to katies ending in y, with k/catis as the most inferior katie. the katie hierarchy is as follows: katie, katy, kati, catie, caty, cati. katherines, however, are the most powerful of all, with catherines at a distant second. if, for god knows what reason, you place an i between the a and the t (see: caitie, kaity), you do not qualify as a true katie, and will not survive past a single round of katie v katie fisticuffs.