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June 11 2015

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bookinspector:

heartinelli:

Look at this nerd ❤

One of us, one of us

June 10 2015

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straighttohelvetica:

Easily the most horrifying line of dialogue I’ve ever heard in an animated movie.

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I loved my outfit today

mausspace:

fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october

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that-weirdogirl:

R O B E R T - P L A N T

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nuclearcarrots:

gracielikescats:

devilishdescent:

antikythera-astronomy:

NASA’s Most Shocking Image

This image is a 1.5… *BILLION* pixel photograph of the Andromeda Galaxy.

To view the image in all its glory go here.

NASA is the coolest thing that’s ever happened.

alltogetherterrible oh gosh

I zoomed in and I was like “yeah right” while it loaded and then my jaw actually dropped 

holy shit

i mean i knew theoretically what this was supposed to look like, but i didn’t actually expect to see it

but then when i zoomed in, all the noise turned into ACTUAL STARS, that you can see individually

good job, NASA

All of those blue stars…this is absolutely breath-taking.

June 09 2015

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My grandma’s beautiful 14-year-old cat, Cat. He wanted out just now, and when I went to let him out, I noticed he couldn’t meow anymore. He’s still so agile, and he has never let anyone except for my grandma touch him since I was little. He let me pick him up and hold him today. #CatWhisperer ♡

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yrbff:

adamjk:

something truly amazing happened to me today.

I went to the post office to drop off some mail and there was a quilt waiting for me. a woman from new zealand, a total stranger, wrote me a letter on a page from my book and basically explained that she follows me on Instagram and can see that sometimes I “struggle a bit with days that feel blue.”

she wanted me to remember that things are okay and sometimes a hug is the answer. she sent me a beautiful quilt that she made herself. she went on to explain how making quilts got her through her own rough patch.

the part that kills me is that she described herself as a “nobody who lives at the bottom of the globe” when actually she has proven the exact opposite. SHE IS A SOMEBODY and I AM A SOMEBODY and the world can be a very hard place sometimes but LOTS OF GOOD PEOPLE are out there, connected in ways now that we weren’t before.

I try to remember that when I feel like shit, that there are good humans and I’m hopefully one of them, and emoting outwardly and online helps us all find each other. it’s easy to forget sometimes that it’s okay and feelings are okay and sharing is okay.

I am still completely floored by this act of generosity and pure human kindness. I can’t believe someone out here in the world used their own two hands and made me a quilt. it means so much and I’m not sure I deserve it but I’m very grateful.

This is so sweet and the quilt is so lovely! 

Humanity is beautiful. ♡

lukeisherenow:

treyner:

the best kind of dog honestly„

if I don’t reblog this, assume i am dead

this is my dog

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Spikes’s cheekbones appreciation post | requested by screamsofashadow

I had the biggest crush on him when I was little. His poster was on my wall when I was four.

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yrbff:

Oscar was my first kitten. I had always been a dog person growing up, as had my boyfriend, Greg. We had just moved to Bushwick, and one night while Greg was still at work, I went to the pet store with our roommate to pick up some food for her cat.

When I arrived, I instantly noticed a cage full of 5 beautiful little kittens. I asked if I could hold one, and that’s when it happened. I found myself holding the most beautiful little grey kitten I had ever seen. He wasn’t feisty, but instead just laid in my arms, and it really was love at first sight. I wasn’t really sure if I could handle having a pet, and I wasn’t really sure what Greg was going to say, but I knew I couldn’t leave this little guy at the store.  

When Greg finally got home, I just laid it all out on the table: I met our future child in the form of a grey kitten, and we had to rescue him. Surprisingly, he instantly said “let’s do it.” With two minutes left before the pet store closed, I ran back with the signed adoption papers, and the next day, Oscar was ours.

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The first week of having Oscar was filled with mice on strings and chasing his favorite ball. His big personality really started to show as he started to experience life outside the little cage from the pet store.

I’d never had a cat before, but at the end of the week something seemed off; Oscar was lethargic, and one night he wouldn’t eat. Unsure what else to do, we took him to the emergency vet.

At the vet, they did some tests and agreed that something was not right. After the doctor recommended we keep him there overnight to do more tests, I immediately began to worry. Did I do something wrong? Was I actually not ready for my first pet? A million scenarios played out in my mind, but all we could do was wait.

The next day, I called as soon as I woke up. They told us the results had come back and for us to come in to talk to them. I immediately had a horrible feeling; something was obviously not right. We raced over to the vet and that’s when they told us: Oscar had lost most of his white blood cells, and he was suffering from a disease called panleukopenia (FPV). It is a highly contagious and life-threatening disease in kittens. Oscar had gotten his vaccine for this, but the vet explained that sometimes the vaccine comes after the kitten is already infected, making it useless.

The options we were then given were to either give Oscar a full-blood transfusion, which would cost thousands of dollars and only had a 30% success rate, or to put him to sleep. My heart sunk. I had just moved apartments in New York City, and although I had a savings account for emergencies, I was not financially prepared for this, especially the first week in. Still, any amount of money that could save him seemed worth it; in the eight days we’d had him, he became a part of our family, and we couldn’t give up just yet.

Frantic and crying, I called the rescue agency we had gotten him through to get their opinion on the situation, especially after the vet recommended to put him down. They agreed to cover some of the costs, and knew of a vet that had successfully treated a kitten with this before. We immediately got Oscar transferred to the vet right near Coney Island, and the operation was completed. All we could do was wait.

The vet was an hour and a half train ride from my job in Jersey City, so every night for two weeks after work I went to see Oscar for only a half hour before they closed for the night. I would stand there and hold him as he was attached to all of the machines, praying he would get better and make it through. His body seemed to have little life still in it, but I would still nuzzle his head with my beard like I did the first day I got him as it was always a sure way to get him to purr.

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Every day he seemed to get better.  He slowly started eating again on his own, and after two of the longest weeks of my life, the tests came back: the operation was a success, and we could take our little guy home with us. I was elated; I really couldn’t believe everything worked out. Though it was a horrible experience to go through, it created a bond between us that was so special.

Soon enough, things were back to normal at home. We had Oscar back with us, and a few months later, we decided to get Oscar a little sister. We named her Zoe. At first Oscar was a bit confused as to why there was a little kitten running around, but by the second day they were inseparable.

Oscar did not let Zoe out of his sight. He was a true big brother in every sense of the word. They were constantly napping, playing and running around together. Zoe was the opposite of Oscar; she wasn’t interested in affection unless it was on her terms, but Oscar was the one exception.  I was so glad they had each other while we were at work during the day, and always looked forward to seeing them when I got home at night.

In the fall of the same year, we decided to move to a different apartment in Bushwick. At first, everything seemed to be going smoothly; moves can be stressful for cats, but a week or two after moving, Oscar’s mood seemed to shift. He started hiding under the table and in the closet, and we thought he was maybe just a bit depressed and missing the old apartment. One night when I came back from work I noticed that he hadn’t eaten his breakfast, so we decided to take him to the vet the following morning. Every worry from the last time we went came rushing back, and once again I was in instant panic mode, hoping that nothing was wrong.

The vet determined he had a fever and prescribed him an antibiotic. He regained his appetite,  but after a couple of days he was still acting a bit funny and stopped eating once again. We decided to not take any chances and took him back to the vet and had him stay the night so we could get more testing done.

The next day was probably one of the worst days of our life. Greg called me at work. He said the vet had poked into Oscars belly because it seemed to be filled with fluid, and something yellow had come out, which the tell-tale symptom of Feline Infectious Peritonitis, or FIP. For anyone who doesn’t know what FIP is, it is an incurable virus, with most cats succumbing to the disease in a month or less.

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The vet told us that cats with FIP are likely to have random seizures. He might have more fluid buildup, or have his ability to walk and see affected. His quality of life would be very low. The vet also explained that FIP does not have a cure.

We then had to make the hardest decision of our lives. We didn’t know what to do. I’ve had family pets before that we had to put down because of old age, but nothing could compare to this. Oscar had just turned one. Of course I would’ve loved to keep him alive for weeks, even months, but the last thing I wanted to do was be selfish. What was important is that he was comfortable, not us. After hours of agonizing, and out of  respect for Oscar, we decided the best thing to do was to put him down that night as he had already started to show extreme signs of fatigue The only thing we could do was cherish our final moments with him. Oscar had overcome the odds once, and we knew we were still fortunate to have the year with him that we did. I gave him one last nuzzle with my beard, and he gave me one last purr. It was something I will honestly remember the rest of my life.

It’s been 7 months since we put Oscar down, and I miss him just as much as I did before. A couple of months after everything happened, we noticed Zoe was extremely lonely, so we decided to get her a little brother, Charlie. It turns out Charlie was born on the very day that Oscar passed. I’m not a very spiritual person, but something about this gives me comfort. I took it as a sign from the universe that even though Oscar is gone, he is still with us.

Taylor Miller

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symphony-of-a-survivor:

I’m not crying; you’re crying.

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inspiredbybooks1:

Cath Avery from Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

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brinnlee:

autumncactus:

yrbff:

It’s Best Friends Day! dreambeam made this for you and your BFF.

brinnlee

I love you, Wu-Tang ♡

You too, Nums ♡♡

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Kronk looks so confused in the second one

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lucihawk:

rock6880:

- Dave Grohl

autumncactus

This is how I feel every day.

June 08 2015

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yrbff:

It’s Best Friends Day! dreambeam made this for you and your BFF.

brinnlee
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