you guys remember when PETA stole people pets off their porches and euthanized them?
you guys remember how it came out that PETA kills about 90% of the animals it takes in, including healthy and adoptable puppies and kittens, stating “ We could become a no-kill shelter immediately. It means we wouldn’t do as much work”?
you guys remember when PETA advocated killing all pit bulls for the crime of being pit bulls?
you guys remember when PETA handed out these comics to children when there were no adults looking?
you guys remember when they made a porn site and then filled it with videos of animal abuse, and (also in that link) claimed cats should be vegetarian?
you guys remember when PETA lied about sheep shearing, got caught, and defended the lie as true even after they admitted the sheep in their picture wasn’t even real?
you guys remember when they tried to excuse their horrifying ways by claiming that the person who exposed them was manipulating the facts by taking them and putting them in the wrong context?
Because I remember. I remember everything.
And I’m gonna make sure everyone else remembers too.
“No Fuzzball that’s NOT medicine...”
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We all know how it’s gonna end.
someone: why do you like warrior cats? it’s not even that good!
Me:
@acorn-treess has been one of my greatest followers since the beginning, so let’s give them a Brambleclaw x Stormfur pic, shall we?
(thanks)
While saving old things before I format my hard drive, I found a pair of medicine cat bros.
I had a night in which everything was revealed to me. How can I speak again?
And while I was believing that you were different and that you maybe even felt the distress that sometimes flickered across your face and threatened to erupt, you were covering your arse too. Like every other stupid mortal cunt.
To my mind that’s a betrayal. And my mind is the subject of these bewildered fragments.
Nothing can extinguish my anger.
And nothing can restore my faith.
This is not a world in which I wish to live.
I sing without hope on the boundary.
Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?
the television talks
full of eyes
the spirits of sight
and now I am so afraid
I’m seeing things
I’m hearing things
I don’t know who I am
- I’m going to make your life a living fucking hell I REFUSE I REFUSE I REFUSE LOOK AWAY FROM ME
- It’s all right.
- LOOK AWAY FROM ME
- It’s all right. I’m here.
- Look away from me
Sanity is found at the centre of convulsion, where madness is scorched from the bisected soul.
I know myself.
I see myself.
of course I love you
you saved my life
I wish you hadn’t
I wish you hadn’t
I wish you’d left me alone
I know no sin
this is the sickness of becoming great
this vital need for which I would die
to be loved
I’m dying for one who doesn’t care
I’m dying for one who doesn’t know
you’re breaking me
I have no desire for death
no suicide ever had
watch me vanish
It is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind
please open the curtains
Watchmen, Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons // 4.48 Psychosis, Sarah Kane
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