welcome home.

funnyanimalsblog:

catazoid:

As promised, here are some pictures of Lyalya’s first walk outside! Look at the bushy little squirrel tail :D the sandpit was her favorite spot! She was extremely excited and threw sand all over the place

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oh-haroo:

Personal - Nature 🌲

oh-haroo:

Personal - Nature 🌲

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During World War One, 10% of all casualties were civilians.

During World War Two, the number of civilian deaths rose to 50%.

During the Vietnam War, 70% of all casualties were civilians.

In the war in Iraq, civilians account for up to 90% of all deaths.

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The War You Don’t See by John Pilger.  - via twinkleofafadingstar (via perfect)
cknd:

My Photography || (More)

cknd:

My Photography || (More)

eartheld:

obsol:

enchantinghearts:

Top of Sulphur Mountain, Banff (by Vitamin S Chronicle -sara)





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mostly nature

eartheld:

obsol:

enchantinghearts:

Top of Sulphur Mountain, Banff (by Vitamin S Chronicle -sara)

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mostly nature
oh-haroo:

Personal - Nature 🌲

oh-haroo:

Personal - Nature 🌲

A message from Anonymous
Advice for teens wanting tattoos?
A reply from artvevo

UM DON’T GET THEM WHEN UR BORED

COZ THEN U REALISE U HAVE SATURN ON YOUR ASS. FOR LIFE. IT’S NOT GONNA ORBIT AWAY IT’S JUST THERE

shota-pop:

when you genuinely like and care for someone but can’t express it without being weird

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fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.