an addiction’s an addiction.
The golden tiger also known as the strawberry tiger or the golden tabby tiger. The golden tiger is an extremely rare color variation caused by a recessive gene and now found only in captive tigers. Like the white tiger it is a color form and not a separate species. Their striping is much paler than usual and may fade into spots or large prominent patches. Golden tabby tigers also tend to be larger and, due to the effect of the gene on the hair shaft, have softer fur than their orange relatives.
Oh my glob. Amanda just posted a bunch of photos of our Bob’s Burgers group from Dragon*Con, and I can’t handle how amazing they all are! We had so many people in our group this year, and everyone was perfect! Check out the full photo set here
Edit: Added more photos because I couldn’t help myself.
Ohh my god
I need handouts of this to share any time someone tells me “not to worry about” something
any time hun, i sent a reply to your inbox by mistake lol x
Lemme stay here plz kthnx 420blazeit
I own the boxset that came out in October with the blue vinyl Acceptance Speech but when I saw that this was lime green I needed to have it too.
Happily obsessed ヾ（＠＾▽＾＠）ノ
Hello my gorgeous followers. Here’s my not so gorgeous face. I took this photo this morning after waking up. I hadn’t brushed my hair, washed my face or even brushed my teeth.
I have a section of my right eyebrow missing, I’ve had a bald patch there for years. I have dark bags under my eyes despite sleeping a lot. I have spots and blemishes. My eyes look undefined & I have short eye lashes.
However, I couldn’t give a fuck. I’m not ashamed of my face. Minus the piercing, this is my natural face, I was born with this face. Despite all of my imperfections, I know I’m not beautiful or flawless, I don’t think my face is that offensive.
Now, I will tell you a little bit about my younger self, 7 years ago, at a very innocent age of 14, my friends were obsessed by boys & their looks. Me, being the sheep I once was, followed the crowd. At 14 years old I met my first boyfriend alex, I didn’t have any feelings for him, I thought I did at the time but looking back, I now know I just thought he was cool. My mum adored him & always let him stay. I ended up losing my virginity to him. I wish I hadn’t. He wasn’t the right person. I should have known he wasn’t the right person when I was getting up at 5am everyday to redo my makeup before he left for work. In our relationship that last just over a year, he never saw me without makeup.
I never left the house without makeup on, ever. I woke up & spent an hour doing my hair and makeup before school which left me with no time for breakfast or time to make my lunch. I was always starving when I got home from school.
I got selected by my teacher to be a part of a mentoring group that helped young girls. One day, she had a makeup artist come and do makeovers. I think she was trying to boost our self esteem so that we could help others. They asked me to take my makeup off, I hid in the bathroom to do it and ended up crying.
For some girls, makeup is an enhancer. For some girls, makeup is a mask. Makeup is something different for everyone. For me, it was my mask, my comfort blanket.
When I was 19, I met my now fiancée. He adores me and face. My natural, bare face. We have lived together 2 years, that’s approximately 730 days that he has woken up & seen this face and he still calls me beautiful.
However, I don’t get on with my sister very much. Well, that’s an understatement. I despise my sister. We are complete opposites amd cannot stand each other. I have only seen her a handful of times in the 2 years I haven’t lived with her (thank goodness).
Well, every time I have seen her, she has said to me “why aren’t you wearing any makeup”, “what happened to you, you used to do your makeup everyday”, “don’t you think you should do your makeup or at least straighten your hair? “.
She is always questioning me about why I don’t wear makeup, she always brings up my past, telling me that I used to never leave the house without my makeup on and that I’ve let myself go. She always trys to get me to wear makeup.
The first time in my life, I’ve met someone amazing, someone who adores me, someone who I feel comfortable enough to show myself too. Me in my raw form, the form I am most uncomfortable with. I don’t want to wear makeup anymore, I don’t have to wear it anymore. I don’t need a mask.
Surely that’s something beautiful even if my face isn’t, that I’m happy and comfortable with the man I’ve chosen to share my life with. I haven’t ‘let myself go’, I’m still me. I’m more myself then I’ve ever been.
I actually find it very upsetting that she feels the need to try get me to wear makeup, she’s not even subtle, she doesn’t politely suggest I wear makeup, she gets aggressive when I turn down her offer to give me a makeover. She yanks hairbrushes through my hair and shatters my self esteem once again.
Even my partner noticed the change in me, I was feeling very insecure after seeing her and he asked why I was being so paranoid & insecure. I asked him a few times if he really thinks I’m beautiful.
Sorry for the rant, I just wanted to say a massive fuck you, to my sister, jo and to anyone who has ever tried to encourage someone to wear makeup, or has said they look better with it or even offers to do a makeover.
Everytime you see someone wearing makeup that doesn’t normally wear it and you tell them they look amazing, even as a compliment, you could be subconsciously shattering their self esteem. Please, just be careful what you say, it’s so easy to hurt people & life behind a mask is a horrible way to live.
Lonesome George (c. 1912 - June 24, 2012) was the last Pinta Island Tortoise in existence. His subspecies was wiped out by invasive feral goats who devastated the native vegetation, leaving nothing for the tortoises to feed on. Found to be the only survivor of his kind, he was relocated from his native island in 1971 to the Charles Darwin Research Station on Santa Cruz Island where he stayed until he died of old age in 2012.
From David Attenborough’s encounter with Lonesome George in Life in Cold Blood.
R.i.p george :’(
Zero is a hero.
and just like that
How fucking cute
Caught in the act…cats don’t do guilty.
Look at that fluffy tail.
He knows he is doing bad.
look at how he shuts the drawer
Literally me when I hurt people
oh god oh god oh god im so sorry is it here did i hurt you here oh god im so sorry friend