Forever on team legging

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I finally cut my stupid bangs and used my iPad camera for the first time ever.


they’re just the best and they’re sleeping so close together like friends or something.


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can’t sleep, thinking about how much I love these two jerks.



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long hair is long.

long hair is long.


i don’t like not knowing when/if i’m going to see someone again.


Here is some advice and I want you to listen to it very, very closely:

If they don’t want to be with you now, they will not want to be with you later on. You should not stand at the doorway of any person and beg to be let in. You should never dig in your chest, extract your heart and hand it bloody and beating to them, like a dog offering up a possum to his master. If they wanted your heart, they would have broken down the cage of your ribs to get at it.

See, love is the strongest current, the greatest force, the heaviest mass that no one has ever been able to measure. It does not see race, distance, age, disability, sexual orientation, gender identity. Love just is—it is all powerful and it is all encompassing. You feel it like hurricane forced winds, 1,000 volts of electricity, a billion newtons.

Love is powered by the heat of the sun and the wax and wane of the moon. Once it is dead, once the sun has cast a shadow over it, there is no reviving it. You can shine all the sun you want on their heart, but if they do not love you there is no turning over that engine. It is never going to come out of the shadows and wrap itself around you.

No one is ever ‘ready’ to love, but they know when they want to. If you offer up your heart like a big bloody steak and someone shrugs their shoulders and says, “I am a vegetarian.” You shouldn’t keep lingering on the borders of their life hoping that one day they are going to roll over, start eating meat, and choose your heart to devour first.

There are few people in the world worth waiting for, worth standing around in the rain for. Most people are not albino turtles—they are not that rare. That person you are waiting for is not the great Russian Yeti, but yet you are spending your entire fucking life being young, and gorgeous, and talented waiting in a tree for him to come out of hiding and into your trap.

I think it’s time you got out of the tree, ok? I think it’s time you came down, ok? Down here to the world of the living, where great people will take your heart, keep it in a glass case, water it when it is wilting, feed it when it is peckish, put it to bed when it is tired. Sure, you might miss the thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the chase, but one day you’re going to look back and realize that the only reason that Yeti kept letting you chase him, the only reason he didn’t lose you in the forest all this time, was because you made him feel important, special, wanted.

And you deserve to feel that way too, you know?

You deserve it just as much as anyone else.

Maybe even more than the rest.


Kristen Fiore  // A Tree is No Place for Your Heart

#reblogging old feelings

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I mean, #reblogging old feelings pretty much covers it. I have always liked this one.

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This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.


So important. Honestly people adopting kittens usually have no idea what they are getting into, and so many older cats need homes. One of the reasons I wanted Professor cat (once named Mr. Cuddles) so much was that he was in foster care waiting for a home after a very rough time. He’d been through a tough surgery because he tried to get out of a collar unsuccessfully that was put on him, and it became caught under his left arm. That collar ended up lacerating into his armpit. I’m certain it was very painful and he has the scars to prove it. His whole underarm is one big shiny pink scar. When I adopted him I was told he was around 1 years old, but after visiting the vet for teeth issues I was told he must be at least 10 years old. He must have had a previous family and been lost for who knows how long, stuck with that collar under his arm. I feel terrible his previously family lost him, but I’m glad  I could give him a new home after all of that trauma. He’s the weirdest and sweetest cat, and has so much energy for apparently like 11 years old. No matter what he chirps at me after every time I sneeze, as if to say “OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY DON’T DIE OKAY?”

When I first met him I was co-adopting Professor with my friend Taylor. We sat down on the couch of the foster’s home, and Professor came right over and sat perfectly in between us, staring up into our faces. He was so calm, so at ease, and was so unafraid of strangers. I just found it so endearing to trust that easily despite all of the trouble he’d been through. I myself do not trust so easily. I thought, “Here is an animal who was in so much pain because of something a human put on him. Who was so lost, and yet even now he wants to be near anybody who he comes into contact with.”

Point being, if you want to adopt an animal, you will get so much love from an older animal who has been through the ringer, and their flaws make them that much more interesting and charming a pet. 

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"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know."

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i played derby against boys on saturday. (i will call them boys til people start calling us something other than “girls”)

kit ruff took these photos!

my cotton candy pony hair is barely noticeable in photos.

my cotton candy pony hair is barely noticeable in photos.




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