Fungi fun 🍄
My cat gets really excited when I carry stuff. It doesn’t really matter what…
GIVE HIM THE ITEMS!!!!!
Low fat yo
is no one going to talk about 1/3 fewer cries than the leg
fat free yort
I know I just reblogged this but now I’m crying over fat free yort
weigh waters ened
Reblog to save his life
This is Rhys, my 2 year old cat
You can do whatever you want with him, he never bites or scratches anyone and he loves playing fetch and sucking on soft plushy blankets
Another cat has bitten him and gave him this bacteria called Pyo Thorax which causes fluid behind his lungs. It's a deadly condition, but thank god my mom and I noticed on time so he's now in an animal hospital where they're cleaning his lungs and
Unfortuately, the bacteria won't completely be gone unless the vets do a surgery where they open up his chest and clean every little corner of the lungs so they know that all the bacteria are gone. Then again, Rhys is a strong lil man and he's doing fine so the surgery will, according to the vets, go well and he'll recover like any other cat.
But
The surgery is expensive and my mom, who has all the money for the surgery but planned on spending that money on buying new furniture for the house, thinks
This is why mom wants to put him to sleep tomorrow
I'm not asking anyone here for money.
I'm asking if you can REBLOG this post to convince my mother that little Rhysie's life is worth the money and it's sad to give up on him because he is already getting so much better and he is just soo strong
If my mom still decides to put him down, let this be the post that still keeps Rhys alive on Tumblr , which is where I got his name from❤️
He'd be so grateful if you'd introduce him to all your followers🐾
Save the cat! The cat is more important than a piece of furniture!
Save the cat!
FUCK THAT PIECE OF FURNITURE.
(Rhys my sweet angel baby I love you so much)
SAVE THE CAT!
LIVING BEINGS ARE SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN FURNITURE
I have stretch marks.
Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.
PLEASE SHARE THIS USEFUL INFORMATION IT COULD SAVE LIVES
After years of continuous sowing and seed saving, my own private wildflower meadow is coming to fruition!
apply for jobs you’re not qualified for! audit upper-level classes! get drunk with your TAs! see that poster advertising that lecture series? go there take notes and ask questions! thank the presenter for talking about this topic you love! if the class is full before you register, email the professor and ask if they can squeeze you in! RAISE YOUR HAND! tell the disability accomodation office to do their goddamn job! ask for help! file complaints! go to class in your pajamas and destroy the reading! you got this! you KNOW you got this! be arrogant enough to learn EVERYTHING! take your meds! punch a velociraptor in the dick! fear is useless and temporary! glory is forever! shed your skin and erupt angel wings! help out! spread your sun!
i had a really good morning! you deserve a really good morning! kill anyone who says you don’t and build a throne from their bones!
But seriously, when we got our property, it was all just…grass. A sterile grass moonscape, like a billion other yards. With two big old maple trees. Just grass and maples, that was it.
But then I got my grubby little paws on it, and I immediately stopped fertilizing, spraying, and bagging up grass clippings and leaves. I ripped up sod and put in flowers and vegetables. I put down nice thick blankets of mulch around the flowers and vegetables.
When I first was sweating my way through stripping sod, I saw a grand total of 1 worm and 0 ladybugs. The ground was compacted into something that would bend shovel blades.
Now, six years later, I can’t dig a planting hole without turning up fourteen earthworms, and there are so many ladybugs here. Not the invasive asian lady beetles; native ladybugs. They winter over in the mulch and in the brush pile. I see thousands of them.
The soil is soft and rich. There are birds that come to eat, and bees of many sorts.
Like this is something that you, yourself, can absolutely change. This is something that you, personally, can make a difference in.
Like, last year I watched no fewer than twenty-nine monarch caterpillars grow up on my milkweed and fly away as butterflies. I watched swallowtails and moths grow. There are hummingbirds fighting over flowers now.
I did that. Me. You can do the same.
Is this post about making a garden or beating depression
As someone with clinically diagnosed anxiety and depression;
Yes.
Never have I ever reblogged something so fast and wholeheartedly BE A BITCH IF IT MEANS BEING SAFE, THEY AIN’T WORTH IT
Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit
Absolute shenanigans
this is the best video on this whole website
The thing about knitting is it’s much harder to fear the existential futility of all your actions while you’re doing it.
Like ok, sure, sometimes it’s hard to believe you’ve made any positive impact on the world. But it’s pretty easy to believe you’ve made a sock. Look at it. There it is. Put it on, now your foot’s warm.
Checkmate, nihilism.
This is a powerful positive message..




