I just want to make it through this world with some of my sanity relatively in tact.
.Self-Made-Horror.
My name is either May or Maggot, whichever you prefer.
Just a word of warning, my blog is about as consistent as my personality. I have a wide array of love for many different things, and will have something different with each post.

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ikilledmydadonce:

smart-and-trashy:

Photos from The Circus by Anka Zhuravleva on Flickr

My favourite photo set ever

houseofalexzander:

Lustrous.

A man in the grocery store line today approached me and said, “Sir, when I first saw you I was extremely attracted to you, but then I noticed that you are a boy. How… I mean, why do you dress so provocatively?”

I responded, “Well, in today’s world the majority of the straight male race view women as objects, or something that belongs to them. I dress provocatively because it attracts the attention of men in a sexual and OBJECTIVE way. However, when realized that I am actually male, they often become confused, disgusted, upset or all of the above. By inflicting this minor emotional damaged upon the ego of a man raised by twisted societal gender norms, maybe, just maybe the individual will think twice before viewing another woman with an objective attitude and sense of belonging. No woman, belongs to ANYONE. Male or female, the equality of human beings needs to be a priority. It is something worth dressing up for.”

I AM NOT KIDDING. The woman behind me, the female cashier, the old lady bagging groceries and the woman in front of me who was talking on the phone STOPPED, …. and proceeded to gasp and clap. The man shook my hand, told me to have a blessed day and then said, “excuse me ladies, I need to visit my daughter.”

…. I was shaking by the time I walked out of the store.

- Elliott Alexzander

geevvhiz:

xproskeith:

What do you mean that’s not exactly what happened?

Is this frozen

(Source: 4GIFs.com)

albinwonderland:

onamissiontocivilize:

electrodaggers:

littlesati:

Margaery Tyrell’s wedding dress (x)

From the “Just so we’re clear, I don’t love you, in fact I hate you” collection.

this dress screams HANDS OFF, ASSHOLE and I love it

omfg I want this dress for day wear

Rogue/Gambit Relationship Rant:

fuckyeahroguengambit:

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theroguecajan:

So…I’ve been reading a lot of polls/blogs online talking about Rogue and Gambits relationship and they’ve been asking if people prefer them as a couple or separated. All the comments are just like, their better separate blah blah blah…and I’m just…

Well said.

fuckyeahbillie:

Vintage hair on dreadlocks

Nightwing: That’s impressive.

Batman: Nothing, we haven’t seen before.

(Source: supagirl)

victoriousvocabulary:

VENENATION

[noun]

1. General: poisoning; the state of being poisoned.

2. Medical: introduction of a venom into animal tissue.

3. Medical: the poisoned condition produced by a venom.

Etymology: Latin venēnum - poison, venom.

[Megan Majewski]

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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.

IM CRYING I LOVE CATS FUUUUCK

cats are the greatest thing on this planet

It’s too early for tears goddamnit. Seriously who says “I don’t want a broken cat.” You don’t deserve the love of an animal and loving pet, just cause they are older or fully abled in their body….you don’t deserve their love.