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momokotuharumaki · 2 years
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Cinematic parallels
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happyheidi · 26 days
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pastels-and-lace · 3 months
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My beanie baby cat collection has grown
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veronicaphoenix · 4 months
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elephantaday · 10 months
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Day 497 of posting pictures of elephants.
Source: Newsweek
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lovelyprincejehan · 1 year
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i’ve gotten my little sausage plush from @pepurika ‘s comic Tiger Tiger! i absolutly adore her she is So So cute!! a few years back i made my own sausage, and she’s happy to welcome her rounder counterpart into her home. if you havent read Tiger Tiger, i highly recommend it <3
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box-dwelling · 1 year
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Cat pair owners, do your 2 cats fall into the pattern of one being a really clever active hunter who constantly wants to explore and is really extroverted with new people, and the other being quieter but an absolute baby lap cat cuddle bug when they trust you? I feel like every cat pair I've had or met has been like this.
Also it's not that they lack one of the traits of the other type just that they tend to prefer the other. Like a quiet baby will still go wild for a toy but they ask more for cuddles than they instigate play. And an adventurous cat will still curl up for a cuddle but most of the time they want to play and explore
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dreamiara · 9 months
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this flying tiger bear is literally dream
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lizzieonka · 1 year
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Happiness is having a cat lying and purring loudly on top of your stomach
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hellenhighwater · 2 years
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I dream of death most nights. Normally, it doesn't follow me into waking, but I just had a rather unsettling one about the end of the world at Lake Superior.
We were up there for a girls' weekend, in a big sprawling rented house, an old spindly thing perched on the rocky coast with a long dock protruding out from underneath and more balconies than would have been possible. Some of the other women on the trip--none of whom were distinct to me as real people, just ambiguous people that were dream-familiar--had babies or toddlers. We were all out swimming, competing to get across the bay and back fastest, the way my brothers and I used to as kids, and then suddenly I was standing on the grass, looking up at a clear sky that was, somehow, twisting long dark strands downwards into a tornado.
No sirens were going off, just all of us shouting at each other and the neighbors, trying to figure out if we should shelter in the basement of this twisted ancient house which was certain to be hit, or if we should run. Some of us went for the basement; others ran for the rocky hills and forests. I wound up with an infant in my arms and his mother holding a toddler nearby. I don't dream of babies; I can't think of a single other dream I've ever had with a baby in it and maybe that's because I dream them wrong. None of the babies cried. None of them panicked. They watched the sky with us from the bowels of this house, through windows and balconies and impossible dream-architecture, and spoke in whole sentences things I don't remember.
Tornadoes are loud. I've never been that close to one, waking, but I remember the roar of a house burning down so that's what it sounded like to me. It ate into the house, and the house broke but didn't fall. We couldn't tell where exactly it was; couldn't tell if we should get away or hold steady, but then the torn electricals began to spark fires. We ran out the only route we had--the long wooden dock which extended deep into the bay. As we ran we could see the other tornadoes touching down, the sky directly overhead now a boiling low ceiling of dark clouds, but with pale skies on the horizon over the Lake, where the sun was setting. We huddled on the end of the dock, watching fires break out where the tornadoes passed. One of the babies said something and we turned to look at the deep black waters of the Lake. The ships--huge cruise ships and cargo haulers, tiny in the distance--heaved downwards and then up, downwards and then up, as though in a wave pool. Not the kind of breaking waves you get during heavy storms on deep water; rolling hills of water, the kind of thing that happens when something deep below the surface is heaving up and down. Superior is hundred and hundreds of feet deep; to move the surface of the water from the depth would take something unspeakably massive, living in the frigid depths where not even the dead rot.
The rolling hill-waves came towards us, pulling down the bay and rising higher than the houses, never breaking, and we clung to the dock as they came, no way to get back to land as the house at the end of the dock burned and more and more tornadoes touched down. We knew there was nothing to be done.
And then I woke up.
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pastels-and-lace · 2 months
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Counting down the days until I can give these babies their summer bath
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sunnibits · 2 months
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70% of work at a daycare: welcome to hell! welcome to hell! welcome to hell!
30% of work at a daycare: *looks down at the tiny soft human in your arms* oh life is worth living actually
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reenybopper · 7 months
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He stays by my side through thick and thin… me, dramatic, after being sick for 24 hours
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elephantaday · 10 months
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Day 500 of posting pictures of elephants! 🐘
Source: Tag24
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tsuchinokoroyale · 5 months
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My family…
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youjustwaitsunshine · 9 months
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my cat is a 14 year old bitch who rarely gets fooled by the ol' "treat-treat-treat with pill-treat" trick and you have to give her the stuff wearing gloves while someone else hold her because she will fight you violently and spit it out again and simply refuse to swallow and the last time i felt like an absolute failure for having to take her to the vet FOR A SINGLE PILL until the vet was like 'oh yeah pet owners always are a bit too scared and don't know the tricks' but then needed three attempts and an assistant to make my contrary baby take the pill so it became clear that my cat is just a feral baby
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