If masturbating while stoned isn’t called weed whacking I don’t know how to live my life anymore
I was standing in the bathroom with my 8-year-old niece and she saw me adjusting my top and said, completely serious and curious,
“Why do you want to look good?”
it took me aback for a moment.
“Sometimes because I want to. Sometimes because I feel like I should.”
“That’s silly. See, I have sap all over my hands?” she showed me her hands, “and see I don’t even care! Because it doesn’t matter. Sap happens.”
HEY TUMBLR! I need your help. A lovely co-worker of mine started looking after this cat a few months ago. He was living on the street and she eventually coaxed him inside. She calls him Toby. She took him to the vet to be examned and unfortuantely, he has feline leukemia. But lots of cats with this illness can lead long and happy lives. Unfortunately, she already has a cat and cannot risk it being spread to her first kitty. Which is a real shame, as she has told me what a huge sweetheart he is.
He has been living in her basement, separated from the other cat. She is moving and now needs to find someone who can care for him!
I recommended she get in touch with Toronto Cat Rescue as it is a great program but it is kitten season and they are totally swamped. She is going to be bringing him into a shelter at the end of the month and that really worries me, as cats with such an illness have a very low adoption rate.
So if you live in Toronto, the GTA or somewhere close enough to consider getting here, please contact me! I would love to find Toby a permanent forever home and I know tumblr is full of wonderful animal lovers. Reblog this in hopes of spreading it to more Ontario-Canadians. Thank you!
Bumping for Tuesday. please spread the word and help if you can! It is getting late into the month and we are running out of options. I don’t want to see this little sweetie go to a shelter.
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night. — Sylvia Plath (via cityyandcolour)
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END GIRL HATE!!!
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