earth-song:

Very rare black orchid - Cymbidium kiwi.

earth-song:

Very rare black orchid - Cymbidium kiwi.

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iheartchaos:

IHC After Dark: A Klingon translation of Sixpence None the Richer’s “Kiss Me.”

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aicosu:

otakuhostess:

blackbanshee:

nightmareloki:

buttonghost:

elderheart:

I guess I’ll be keeping a spoon in my makeup kit…

this video was an experience.

oh my word

all these years of struggle….

*cries tears of joy*

え!?いいね!べんりです!

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cashewmonster:

BLUHAHE

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malformalady:

170 carat opal with Contra luz color plays. Origin: Opal Butte, Oregon. Contra Luz opals describe precious opals where the play of colors is only visible when held up to the light.

malformalady:

170 carat opal with Contra luz color plays. Origin: Opal Butte, Oregon. Contra Luz opals describe precious opals where the play of colors is only visible when held up to the light.

malformalady:

Koroit opal — The Koroit opal field is an opal mining area in Paroo Shire in South West Queensland, Australia.The Koroit opal field is known for the very distinctive type of boulder opal that is found in its mines

malformalady:

Koroit opal — The Koroit opal field is an opal mining area in Paroo Shire in South West Queensland, Australia.The Koroit opal field is known for the very distinctive type of boulder opal that is found in its mines

patickstump:

Remix:
My Chemical Romance - Welcome to the Black Parade
Green Day - Good Riddance
Panic! at the Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies
blink-182 - What’s My Age Again?
Jimmy Eat World - The Middle
We The Kings - Check Yes Juliet
Third Eye Blind - Graduate
All Time Low - Weightless
All Time Low - Dear Maria Count Me In
Switchfoot - Meant to Live
Fall Out Boy - Sugar We’re Going Down
My Chemical Romance - I’m Not Okay (I Promise)
Boys Like Girls - Thunder
30 Seconds to Mars - Kings and Queens
Yellowcard - Ocean Avenue
Relient K - Be My Escape
Relient K - Sadie Hawkins Dance
Simple Plan - I’d Do Anything
Paramore - Misery Business
Rise Against - Savior
Sum 41 - Fat Lip
My Chemical Romance - Teenagers
Fountains of Wayne - Stacy’s Mom
All American Rejects - Gives You Hell
blink-182 - Feeling This
Lit - My Own Worst Enemy
Sum 41 - In Too Deep
The Cab - One of THOSE Nights
Relient K - High of 75
blink-182 - I Miss You
Paramore - That’s What You Get
AFI - Miss Murder
Good Charlotte - Dance Floor Anthem
Cute Is What We Aim For - Curse of Curves
30 Seconds to Mars - Closer to the Edge
A Day to Remember - All I Want
Mayday Parade - Jamie All Over
Fall Out Boy - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
Cartel - Say Anything (Else)
Taking Back Sunday - MakeDamnSure
Rise Against - Audience of One

THIS IS MY FUCKING CHILDHOOD, ALL MASHED TOGETHER LIKE DELICIOUS MASHED POTATOES AND CORN MIXED TOGETHER

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cynicizm:

Crystal Castles, Oakland 4/27/13

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makaracinnamon:

bardsplay:

image

me sneakin up on da pussy

i JsUT FUCKING SPIT EVERYWHERE

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ijustforgot:

theendtoday:

vashxthexstampede:















Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.






























Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.















To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.


I spend so much of my time trying to save unwanted cats around my neighbourhood, unfortunately I was to late to save Limpy. He is now jaded, and a little deranged from being abused by neighbours, both adults and children. Even if I could catch him, I wouldn’t want to - no one will adopt him. I have contacted a local NGO, in hopes that they will come out and have him neutered and re-located to a local ferial cat colonie, but they have informed me that his case is to severe and that I should contact the Humain Society, but I know they will simply put him down.  All I can do is try to protect him, keep a shelter built for him during the winter, feed him, and show him that at least one human in this world cares about him.
This story really pulled at my heart strings.

ijustforgot:

theendtoday:

vashxthexstampede:

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

I spend so much of my time trying to save unwanted cats around my neighbourhood, unfortunately I was to late to save Limpy. He is now jaded, and a little deranged from being abused by neighbours, both adults and children. Even if I could catch him, I wouldn’t want to - no one will adopt him. I have contacted a local NGO, in hopes that they will come out and have him neutered and re-located to a local ferial cat colonie, but they have informed me that his case is to severe and that I should contact the Humain Society, but I know they will simply put him down.  All I can do is try to protect him, keep a shelter built for him during the winter, feed him, and show him that at least one human in this world cares about him.

This story really pulled at my heart strings.

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bloomplague:

oh my god..

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