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Icelandic horse by floknoylephotography

you can only reblog this today

He’s on an adventure 🌧️🐱

Cats must hear themselves purr incredibly loudly

“Babe are going to bed? How did you get under there???”

“Mreh!” >:(

“Oh, I’m sorry! G’night!”

A pair of very round birbs 🐣🐣 Prints

new year bunny

Today is the day we learn the feed me song

Northumberland Zoo

#it’s very unfair that they look almost identical to very pettable cats

via @followthebluebell

OMG

ASEXUAL BIRD??

the Birb says Ace rights

Ace flag color picked from the Violet-backed starling

“Nobody wants to work” yet im over here filling out 3945867483293064359469 applications on 500 different job hunting sites, each application demanding i take a 30 minute-test to PROVE that me and my paltry resume are worth a multi-million company giving me 16 whole dollars an hour. Nobody wants to work yet 97 of the 100 applications you fill out just ghost you (because when a Boss does it, that’s just how it is. But if you ghost? Unprofessional.) or give you some pointless runaround for 3 weeks until telling you you’re not a good fit because you only have 3 years of dick-sucking experience and they want 5. Nobody wants to work? Nobody wants to invest in employees. Nobody wants to hire, nobody wants to train, nobody wants to teach anyone new skills. Nobody wants to accept that YES, some people DO work to collect a paycheck and thats FINE, not all of us are born with a passion to be a Starbucks Manager. We’re all passionate about living and supporting ourselves and I wish bosses would stop being so lazy and rude and give my friends jobs for $20000 an hour

[Image description: three comments by @citrusorgans that read:

posts that make you want to send this where the cover letter should go

top ten posts i physically restrain myself from reposting on linkedin

sorry i spent 4hrs applying for jobs today im Feeling it man.

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Norway // Jan Erik Waider

Image description: A four page black and white comic of my tortoiseshell cat, Bunny, complaining that I won’t let her in from the screen porch.

Page 1 

Panel 1: A small tortoiseshell cat sits on the other side of a glass door, looking up sadly, saying, “Mama! Mama, help! I’m in the screen porch!” 

Panel 2: She scratches at the door. “Mama! Mama I’m trapped! I’m trapped in the screen porch! Mama!” she cries. 

Panel 3: She looks through the glass with her sad, innocent expression. “I see you, Mama! Can’t you hear me? Why won’t you let me in? What have I done, Mama!”

Panel 4: The left corner is dominated by a close up of her face, as she reminisces about the cat tree in the screen porch. We see her perched on the very top, looking out over the backyard.

She says, “Was I not grateful enough, Mama? You gave me a throne, here in the screen porch! A place where I could look down upon the world as a god!”

Page 2

Panel 1: While she’s perched atop her cat tree, it begins to rain outside. Bunny looks askance at it from behind the screen. 

“But I couldn’t touch it, Mama!” she narrates, now in boxes instead of word balloons, “I could see the rain lavish the earth, but never feel its cool caress!”

Panel 2: A paw rests on the screen. On the other side, two birds chirp, unbothered by the presence of Bunny.

 “I could smell the blood of the song birds, but never taste its warmth! I lived as Tantalus in this screen porch, Mama!”

Panel 3: Sitting on a cushioned chair, bunny looks out over the yard, barred from her by the porch screen. 

“Tormented by what I could never reach!” 

Page 3

Panel 1 : Another reminiscence, this time of Bunny running through the open door to the screen porch earlier that day while I was taking out the garbage. 

“And yet I returned, again and again and again! Was that my sin, Mama? Is this my punishment? To be condemned forever to a hell of my own choosing?” 

Panel 2: Returning to the present, Bunny looks up from the otherside of the door, her eyes wide.

“Is this what you call justice, Mama?” She says. “Is this what you call love?” 

Panel 3: From Bunny’s perspective we see me; I am ignoring her, going about my business. She calls out to me, “Answer me, Mama! Mama!”

Panel 4:I glance back at her, unmoved by her cries. “Mama!” she yells. 

Page 4

Panel 1: Pulling out we finally see more of the wall which has the door to the screen porch. Directly beside it is a cat door that goes through the wall, out into the screen porch. Another cat, Bunny’s sister Maggie, is coming through the cat flap with no issue.

 I say, “ Bunny, I know you know how to use the cat door.”

Clawing at the window, tears in her eyes, Bunny screams “MAMA!!”

End ID.

Autistics:

The autistic instinct to get up and go. The urge to split. The autistic irish goodbye. The symptom of fucking off. Simply walking away. Okay. I've seen enough here *goes*

i love how delusional some articles of clothing are, like you read the tag and its like “hand wash only/tumble dry on low” son you are a cotton tshirt. youre going in the warsh and whatever happens in there is in gods hands

i absolutely love adoptables and i love browsing deviantart and toyhouse for em but the fucking AI epidemic is so bad i have to background check half the accounts postin adopts now

i’m talking about this shit

thanks!! i hate it

i absolutely love adoptables and i love browsing deviantart and toyhouse for em but the fucking AI epidemic is so bad i have to background check half the accounts postin adopts now

if y’all never see me posting art again its because of ai stealing shit

HAT

i have no idea if this is funny to anyone else but the other night i had a dream that i was watching some weird TOP TEN WEIRDEST WEAPONS thing and for #1 they showed like a bunch of .50 cal snipers progressively longer than the last until the last one was like a mile long like

also the barrel was so long that when you looked through the scope, you could literally only see to exactly where the barrel ended, and that made me laugh so hard that i woke up

holy fuck this is exactly it