zinge:

    thatvegancosplayer:

    imgonnamakeachange:

    ball-deep:

    natmare:

    natmare:

    This is a recent occurrence.,Hollie F. Jackson had a litter of puppies and decided to use them as target practice. She let them bleed out in her front yard.
    She calls it ‘taking care of business’ but the rest of us call it murder.
    Please please get this attention. She needs to be put in prison.

    This is seriously so important and I wish people would care about this as much as I do.
    If this doesn’t get attention, nothing is going to happen.
    She murdered helpless, starving puppies for fun and posted it on fb like it was something to be proud of.

    Fuck that.

    i’m going to find this person and use her as target practice

    Does anyone know if this person is local to them? If so can you please call the cops? They are literally confessing to animal abuse.

    This person can be charged with at least a year and a half to two years for each puppy mercilessly shot.

    If anyone who sees this knows this person and their address, please do not post it online, but do report it to the local authorities so that she may be dealt with because this is the behaviour of a killer.

    Someone who is willing to viciously kill innocent animals who are need of help without any remorse is a dangerous human being.

  1. kawaii-finds:

    New super cute Sailor Moon seifuku blouses only $32.99

    And if you use my code ” FetsuChan ” You will get 10% off!  

    (via petitepasserine)

    cadyanne94:

    Dedicated to all my fellow retail employees

    (Source: cady94, via sliceofbri)

    bbseamonster:

    1-4victor-acknowledges-all:

    inunchartedwaters:

    amplifytheworld:

    referencesforartists:

    brenanf999:

    dontwantyourmoneysir:

    anndruyan:

    This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.

    That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.

    This is why we download. 

    Spreading this shit like nutella because goddamn textbooks are so expensive. 

    not necessarily art related but as someone who couldn’t afford their textbooks this semester this is a godsend

    REBLOGGING because after a little digging, I found my $200 textbook for free in PDF form.

    friendly reminder that this exists since I know we’re all going back to college soon

    Will reblog every time I see it.

    omfg i’ve been looking for this ahhh thank the heavens!

    (via orangedoorknob)

  2. My Parents are Dead and My Sister is Disabled

    congalineofdurin:

    cockismybusiness:

    team—wolverine:

    therealbarbielifts:

    eisforedna:

    On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

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    Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

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    Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

    My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

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    That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

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    ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

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    May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

    In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

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    Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

    As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

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    Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

    In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

    Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

    Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

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    YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

    But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

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    Edna refusing to go inside. 

    These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

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    For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

    Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

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    But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

    By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

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    She’s dead, too. Surprise.

    She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

    So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

    But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

    He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

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    So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

    Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

    I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

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    Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

    Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

    That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

    I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

    Thank you, 

    Jeanie 

    Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

    Twitter: @EisforEdna 

    This made me cry

    SIGNAL BOOST

    STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.

    This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

    They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

    I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.

    SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST

    (Source: , via brokendildo)

    djfblog:

    Help Juli Emlore!

    I took my dog to a local vet. He was sedated for the night, while he was at their facility. In the night a heating pad was turned on and he was BADLY burnt.

    Most of his skin had to be removed. For three weeks i thought my dog was going to die do to this burn. He had 41 staples and I couldn’t even count how many stitches. The vet that burnt him wont call me back or answer my letters. I have asked them to pay the new bill for the damage they have caused. It cost me 1100$ to walk through the door with my dog. He was there for 12 hours. Now I have another vet bill of 1000$+ for the 2 hour surgery n 7 different medication at a different vets to save my dogs life. Ive found out Im not the only person who have had horrible experiences at this particular Vets.

    I’m trying to raise awareness to this! Please share my story and make it known this is not right! If you have had an experience like mine please add to this.

    Its the Pet Emergency Center on Avon Allen road in Mt.Vernon Washington.
    360) 848-5911


    Call them! Harass them! This is sickening! Fuck these people!

    If you can help at all, please do.

    http://www.gofundme.com/b8jjkk

    (via brokendildo)

  3. daemoncrossing:

    clueless-gamer:

    2snowy4u:

    imivi:

    jointeamfreewill:

    gipsy-bones:

    unicornpancakes:

    ask-the-multishipper:

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    oh god what did i do

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    IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT

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    HOLY FUCKING COW.

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    OKAY IT’S TRUE

    imageWHAT

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    ???

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    I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE

    WHAT HOW

    I’ve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently it’s random?

    I got an anon from this. It actually works somehow?

    (via zinge)

  4. resident-cat-expert:

    I must have reblogged this like ten times by now

    (Source: kendrawcandraw, via llttlemermaid)

  5. Reblog, go on your blog, and click the triangle.

    clappsu:

    girl-a:


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    I JUST SPENT LIKE AN 1 HOUR OF MY LIFE ON THIS, GENIUS


    this is legit so sick. 

    mindfuck

    whoaaa

    this is AMAZING

    EVERYONE DO IT aaaaaaaaa

     WHOAH.

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    GUYS, JUST DO IT.

    (via zinge)