It’s like cake, but scary and everywhere
THE TREES BOW DOWN BEFORE THEIR MASTER, THE SNOW CAKE, AS HE RISES AFTER CENTURIES OF IMPRISONMENT INSIDE A LAWN TABLE
There will come a time when the trees shall fall and the cake shall rise.
In case you’re having a bad day…here are some puppies sleeping with stuffed animals.
(Credit: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. A note on the first puppy: At 5-1/2 weeks old, Daisy was mauled by a larger dog. As a result of that attack, she lost an eye, hence the stitches. Daisy is now 6 months old and doing well!)
Just because you have tattoos doesn’t mean you don’t have a soft side.
Ugh, so adorable. ehkfbwedfj
I really hate the social stigma of tattoos. It’s fucking ink on your body not a will to murder.
Even my mom said to me once; “Only lower income people get tattoos. You don’t see doctors or lawyers with them.”
That’s because they have them under their lab coat. Or suit. Like, who cares if my doctor has a skull on his arm. Is it hindering his ability to take care of me? No, absolutely not. It’s ink. On his arm. Expressing himself.
I really wish people didn’t hate tattoos so much.
My dad has tattoos and he’s the most hardworking, caring, selfless person I know. These photos are beautiful. I love them!
Okay, but the last one would terrify me. I would seriously have nightmares of my own father, no matter how nice he actually was.