Jada: 22, bachelor of Japanese, with minors in History and Medieval Studies. Cosplayer. Chronic reblogger. Professional cat lover.
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AU where Dolorosa is the Condesce’s slave instead of Mindfang’s
Dolorosa making Condesce’s clothes
Dolorosa washing Condesce’s hair
Dolorosa polishing Condesce’s jewelry
Dolorosa sneaking to the engine room and having one-sided conversations with the Helmsman
Dolorosa crying herself to sleep with the destruction of her life
[Satan voice] You asked for it!
(wondering about the binary? Hover)
you are dead to me.
Track: Run to You
The last day of Harry Potter.
"I told her that if she wanted to start over, to meet where we first kissed. She was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago."
soviet russian grandma cats complaining about their grandchildren and swapping recipes
Oh my god. Babushkats…I’m dead. 😂😂😂😂
look at the pain in his eyes in the second gif
he can’t even bear to watch a little girl in a video game die
because he thinks of his daughter
this is why i love this man
"The boy who cries in the photo is Diego Frazao Torquato, who played the violin in the String Orchestra of the Afro Reggae. Afro Reggae is a non-profit organization that gives kids hope and an escape from negative environments. The occasion was the funeral of his social project coordinator, Evandro João Silva, who was murdered in downtown Rio. Diego contracted meningitis at age four, aggravated by pneumonia, and struggled with memory difficulties. He still managed to learn the violin. Diego, born and raised in the slums of Parada de Lucas, dreamed that the violin would take him to see the world. Sadly, shortly after this photo was taken Diego died of leukemia. At Diego’s funeral José Júnior, the coordinator of Afroreggae stated, “I think the legacy of Diego is hope, it is the willingness to change, to transform”.”
Day 1133 - 14 January 2014
I was talking to someone recently about how google keeps track of your searches and
Charmander by request.
THESE CHARMANDERS ARE IN HEAVEN!!!!
THE TAGS. THEIR FLAMES ARE OUT. THESE CHARMANDERS ARE DEAD, AND I HATE MY LIFE
EDIT BECAUSE IT GOT FUCKING WORSE. THE CHARMANDER AT THE BOTTOM HAS A REALLY SMALL FLAME, AND THE OTHER CHARMANDERS ARE LITERALLY TAKING IT BY THE HAND TO HEAVEN. I’M CRY
after an apparent attack by a fox, a street cat named bob was found injured and curled up in the hallway outside of a support housing flat in tottenham were james bowen, a recovering heroin addict and homeless busker, was staying. james took the cat in, got him to the rspca, and nursed him back to health using what little drug money he had for antibiotics.
but in the process, bob helped to nurse james back to health as well, giving him a reason to get up in the morning and get clean. since his recovery, bob has refused to leave james side, following him everywhere for the last six years.
thanks to a literary agent who passed him on the streets, james has since written an international bestselling book about his hardships and friendship with bob. “we’re two injured souls looking for someone we can trust,” james says. done in collaboration with the writer garry jenkins from an islington café, the book also attempts to dispel some of the social stigma that goes with homelessness.