Neko

bluekomadori:

Transform

bluekomadori:

Transform

recoverydoesntgetadayoff:

Telling a depressed person to be happy is like telling someone who is choking to breathe. The presence of air is not the issue.

bonerpie:

do you think you’re something fucking special you little shit???? because you are, you really really are, the world shines a little brighter with you no matter what you think and you deserve to keep your chin up, sunshine, have a good day.

vegan-because-fuck-you:

Don’t get me wrong, exposing people the variety of vegan food available and how to make them do play an extremely important role in turning people to veganism, but it really shouldn’t be the main focus like it has become lately. The vegan tag has, and continues to be, an unending sea of recipes with very few to no posts about the animal rights side of veganism.

I just wish posts about the importance of animal liberation from human oppression, critical theory behind veganism, and the thousands of other topics pertaining to non human animals were getting even half as much attention as photosets of vegan food are getting these days. I see hundreds of pictures of vegan food with thousands of notes while important posts about non human oppression and suffering struggle to push past 100 notes.

Less vegan food blogs and more vegan ethics blogs please.

heh

heh

vegan-because-fuck-you:

laprincesse:

A mother and child say goodbye as one is shipped off to make veal.

"Did you know my mother? I’m told her name was Belle.
I don’t know what she looked like, but have memories of her smell.
Did you ever hear my mother?…Did her cries pull at your heart?I remember them quite clearly, when the men pulled us apart.
Did you drink from my mother? Did you ever taste her milk?Did you feel her face against yours? Was her skin as soft as silk?
I’ve been told I had two brothers, and my sisters numbered four,Then my mother went to slaughter, of no value anymore.
Were you there with my mother? Did you look into her eyes?Did you see the fear within them? Did you listen to her cries?
And now MY end is coming, I am waiting with my friends,We are huddled close together, In this place where all life ends.
Will you be there at our slaughter? For the flesh you want to eat.Will you ever think about us? When you buy that piece of meat.
It’s my turn now, I’m moving. I am going to my end.I am urged with shouts and kicking, and with sticks that never bend.
I am thinking of my mother, and remembering her smell.And I know we’ll meet in heaven, and forget this life called Hell.by Mary Lynn

vegan-because-fuck-you:

laprincesse:

A mother and child say goodbye as one is shipped off to make veal.

"Did you know my mother? I’m told her name was Belle.

I don’t know what she looked like, but have memories of her smell.

Did you ever hear my mother?…Did her cries pull at your heart?
I remember them quite clearly, when the men pulled us apart.

Did you drink from my mother? Did you ever taste her milk?
Did you feel her face against yours? Was her skin as soft as silk?

I’ve been told I had two brothers, and my sisters numbered four,
Then my mother went to slaughter, of no value anymore.

Were you there with my mother? Did you look into her eyes?
Did you see the fear within them? Did you listen to her cries?

And now MY end is coming, I am waiting with my friends,
We are huddled close together, In this place where all life ends.

Will you be there at our slaughter? For the flesh you want to eat.
Will you ever think about us? When you buy that piece of meat.

It’s my turn now, I’m moving. I am going to my end.
I am urged with shouts and kicking, and with sticks that never bend.

I am thinking of my mother, and remembering her smell.
And I know we’ll meet in heaven, and forget this life called Hell.

by Mary Lynn

sophiecorrigan:

Soph x
imagineankas:

Finished strawberry design:)

imagineankas:

Finished strawberry design:)