Went to let the birds out and found this furious little (baby) lad in one of the trenches, exhausted from trying to get out of the coop he so bravely wiggled his way into. I fetched him out and let him go outside the pen. Hopefully he won't be trying that again.
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okay but a thing i think about every time we have one of those few day periods where the weather is not fit for even a dog being outside is how the hell are homeless people surviving this. like i said in a previous post it's currently -40 degrees with the windchill and i honestly cannot imagine how someone who does not have a place to go inside and spend the night is supposed to not freeze to death. it makes me upset every time the temperature drops like this, i cannot imagine how many homeless people will be frozen to death in the next 24 hours if they somehow haven't already. the fact that there are hundreds of empty houses sitting there empty with totally functional heating while people are DYING from the cold on a street corner makes me SO FUCKING ANGRY while at the same time my heart is breaking in pieces for them. rest in peace to every poor person who will not make it through the weekend. i am so sorry.
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There's this idea I see sometimes that you can only like food insofar as you use it as a tool to satiate your hunger, but honestly? It's okay to like food not for how it serves you but for what it feels like and means.
It's okay to like food because it tastes good, because it reminds you of your childhood and your culture, because it reminds you of beautiful nostalgic memories. It's okay to like food. Food is such an integral part of the human experience. The more we minimize food as "solely a tool," the less connected we are to not only food but to ourselves because so often, people tie their bodies in with food and how it does or does not serve them.
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Sometimes I’ll be like “I’m going to bed!” and then decide that 11pm is the perfect time to clean my room and scrub the windows and read a 43 page essay and cook an omlet.
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I just keep looking at that leatherface Jennifer’s body post I made. You can’t tell super well if you don’t know that the scene (bc I dont know how to gif so I just took a screenshot and also that movie (or at least the version I found online of it) was so dark you could barely see anything) but he is essentially making the motion that Jennifer is. Staring at himself in the mirror rubbing the skin on his face. I was genuinely taken aback watching the movie at how genuine the scene seemed when most of the movie had a very like. Over the top ridiculous feel it made me sick to my stomach to watch and not in disgust but like. Ok I don’t actually know how to express the emotion it makes me feel but it’s somewhere along these lines.
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