caring is cool.

this looks like the furry buddy’s senior portrait and i love it so much. 

hi, foxcatsmudge buddies! i don’t know exactly what you are for sure, but you are my friends and i like you. 

magicfran:

Meg Park

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The only way I could like this more is if it was IN MY HOUSE, ON MY LAP.

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lickypickysticky:

While you were sleeping…

Deviant artist Begemott gives a sneak peak at what happens when you’re sleeping and shows why you it is advisable to have a teddy bear in the bed with you…

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Oh, hello, baby coatimundi! Welcome to Being My New Favorite Animal! Get into my lap so I can cuddle you!

animalswithstuffedanimals:

Mac, an orphaned coatimundi, is hand-reared and prepared for life with his real family - with the help of a stuffed toy. Tiny Mac is having to be bottle-fed up by staff at Porfell Wildlife Park, near Liskeard, Cornwall, after being abandoned at birth by his mother. Mac is slowly being weaned off milk and within another six weeks could be living full-time with his other four family members at the park. In the meantime he is living with the next best thing, a toy coatimundi to help with his familiarisation. The coatimundi, native to South America and noted for its distinctive ring-tail, lives on the ground and in trees primarily eating fruit, invertebrates, other small animals and birds’ eggs.

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While walking the dog the other day, I passed two girls talking. I’m guessing they were around 12 or 13. It was a little hard to tell because one was dramatically larger than the other one in every sense. While the other girl was smallish, say 5’3”, and thin, with the characteristic Early Teens Slouch, the first girl was very tall. Well, as tall as I am, and I’m 5’8”. She was also overweight, which was made even more noticeable by the over-small “Invader Zim” t-shirt she was wearing, and the hateful skinny jeans she’d poured herself into. She was wearing striped fingerless gloves, ratty Converse, tons of eye makeup.

As I walked up to them, the girls had parted ways, with the thin girl walking into her house, and the taller girl walking towards me. I had a split second to observe their interaction. The smaller girl was staring at her cellphone, and talked to the tall girl without looking up. Her hair was long and straight, her skinny little legs in their tiny jean shorts the same. She said whatever dismissal to the taller girl and walked away. The taller girl said something after her, and she didn’t look back. The taller girl turned and walked past me. Her t-shirt was amazing, and her nails were painted a few different colors.

For a second, I could see her, as an adult. She would be so funny, and so cool. I saw her in New York or San Francisco, joking about her cat, arguing with her friends about feminism and popular culture, waiting in line for cool movies, going to see cool bands play. And I just wanted to grab her and tell her, “It gets better. I know that in middle school the entire world revolves around skinny little assholes like her, but I promise you that there is a place in the world for you, if you just wait it out. You won’t always be a teenager. There will be boys who really like you for everything inside and out, and girls who don’t treat you like shit. There are cities filled with awesome, smart, interesting women exactly like the one you’ll become, and you’ll create a sisterhood and live a happy life.”

My high school years were so easy, but I do remember the sense that high school, and youth, was absolutely forever, and I would never be an adult. I remember feeling like I would die alone because no boys liked me. Or that my life was the absolute worst thing in the world because a girl was mean to me. I remember those dramas, which are so small that I don’t even remember any specific examples, felt like the only thing in the world that mattered. I can’t even imagine how vast that ocean of unhappiness must feel for people who were less adept at molding themselves to be what other people liked.

I know that being a gay kid is really, really difficult. I can only imagine. But I wish there was a similar world-wide campaign for kids who are just dorks, or overweight, or who struggle to master the finer points of grooming and personal hygiene. All the kids and teenagers who take a little longer to get the hang of being a human in our culture. I wish there was a campaign to tell them that a lot of us were like them, too, once, or maybe still are, and are doing completely fine. And maybe not just fine, but even really happy. 

This picture is making me so happy.

Be careful in that plane, Kitty Friend! Are you sure you can fly that plane? At least put on your goggles!

altoparlantes:

Se preparan para la guerra !!!

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omgomgomgomgdead

theanimalblog:

Fennec fox (by kuz_t)

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oh man. oh man. this is the best picture ever. i need a professional photographer to redo this with me and the mister.

“we’re so in love. this is amazing” - them

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT IS THAT HELLO HI WHAT???” - dog buddy

fuckyeahshibainu:

100424 Engagement photo (by Fob)

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this furry buddy looks so much like zuki bean. (the buddy on top, not the fur shadow buddy.)

ohmyinu:

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