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Hi there. Yoli. 24. Puerto Rico. Med student. I come up with the lamest jokes ever. I like cats. And science. I think I'm hilarious. I'm also the only one who seems to think so. Juicy comebacks and sarcasm equal pleasure. Humor me :)

transdimensionalboundaries:

dirtybetanerd:

kedreeva:

8bitrevolver:

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.

FUCKING IMPORTANT

The STORY THOUGH.

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sudeikat:

"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again." - Caitlyn Siehl 

sudeikat:

"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again." - Caitlyn Siehl 

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— 1 day ago with 26350 notes
El tiempo te hace.

Quitarse la benda. Ver la gente por quién es y no por el cariño que se le tiene. Limpiar las heridas que el pasado te escupió con sal. Quien ves con cabeza nublada en un pedestal viene siendo el mayor de tus pesares. El amor propio comienza cuando dejas ir esas ideas ilusas y ves con lente correcto quien merece tu atención, tus lágrimas y tus sonrisas nacidas de un recuerdo. Luego de tanto tiempo preferí no haberte amado. No haberte conocido y no tener estos pergaminos con historias qué contar donde tú estás presente. Mi valía es mucha para alguien con una mente tan chica. Con una mente que no le importa manchar con heridas un corazón genuinamente bueno. Con una malicia para manchar un alma inmadura y una mirada tonta a una vacía y que cuestiona los motivos de todos. Si perdí media década de mi vida; bueno pues. Ya no se puede dar marcha atrás; pero no hay día que desee no haberte conocido. Porque me envenaste el alma. Porque en lugar de pensarte con una sonrisa, se me asoma el almuerzo del estómago a la boca. Porque tus razones son estúpidas para justificarte. Porque aquí quien sirve es quien da la cara por sus errores, no quien se esconde detrás de una bondad y unas lágrimas creadas por la culpa, para esconder sus correa suelta y sus faldas con ganas de volar. 

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dirtyberd:

Dascha Polanco attends the Rolando Santana Fashion Show at NYFW

Oh my GOD

(Source: orangeis, via thegreatmotherfuckinggatsby)

— 1 week ago with 117465 notes

rl-y:

catsandcunts:

have you ever read something incredibly sexy from someone and your stomach drops and your face gets all hot and you get dizzy and extremely turned on and then it passes and you’re just like holy shit what just happened

bruh

(via fluent-in-lesbianism)

— 1 week ago with 23119 notes
#ugh  #yes 

destielfricklefrackle:

have you ever had to restart a song because you spaced out and weren’t appreciating it enough

(Source: you-do-you-boo-boo, via myperkynipnips)

— 2 weeks ago with 185618 notes

sosa-parks:

I wouldn’t date a tall female bruh we gon get in a argument and she gon put my phone on the top of the fridge

(via awaken-oh-sleeper)

— 2 weeks ago with 45515 notes
#karla