Have You Guys Ever Seen A Hummingbird In Its Nest

holy SHIT THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL THIS NEEDS MORE NOTES AND SO MUCH ATTENTION LOOK AT THIS???? YOU CAN TELL SOMEONE WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT HOLY CRAP IT’S SO PRETTY 

literally nothing is funnier than just living your life with a cat in a sweater vest. constantly feels like he’s about to offer to do my taxes

my attempts at drawing frogs

YOU THINK I’M JOKING BUT I’M DEAD SERIOUS

Every time my extended family gets together in upstate ny, we (the Adults) all get wasted & at least 1 giant Family Scandal comes out…..tonight is that night..

THIS ONE TIME A KID IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD WAS LATE GETTING HOME BECAUSE HE WAS BUYING DRUGS SO HE TOLD HIS MOM HE GOT KIDNAPPED AND SHE MADE HIM REPORT IT TO THE POLICE AND HE DESCRIBED THE KIDNAPPER AS COUNT OLAF AND THEN THIS HAPPENED

“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.

During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.

On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.

In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, "Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”

Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a "sinner" and already dead to her, and that she wouldn't even claim his body when he died.

“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, "Oh, momma. I knew you’d come", and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, "I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.

Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him

and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.

After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family's large plot.

After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.

Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, "They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here'd come the money. That's how we'd buy medicine, that's how we'd pay rent. If it hadn't been for the drag queens, I don't know what we would have done", Ruth said.

Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family's plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.

For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the 'Cemetery Angel'.”— by Ra-Ey Saley

being weird together is a love language

this is the money garf. reblog for untold pasta and riches to come your way

Morning Today

I enjoy silent early mornings. My cat is begging for my attention as of right now, nudging my arm, my leg, my shoulder - wherever he can reach, in all honesty. I have a fresh cup of coffee, it’s dark and silent. Just me and my thoughts, for at least another half hour. I can prepare for the world by myself right now, I can ready my thoughts to face the day. 

When my guardian wakes up, my coffee will either be cold or gone, and I will be in my room where she can’t see me. I enjoy being solitary in the mornings. The sound of coffee brewing, school buses stopping on my street to pick up silent kids, my own keyboard clacking away. It’s a comfort, this soft silence, the stillness of this morning. 

I hope that my day is good, that the rest of it reflects how peaceful and nice this moment is. I have taken my medicine, all that’s left is to get dressed, and brush my teeth. An easy feat, that I will soon accomplish - right after my coffee.