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Accurate

oh, you’re from Bahston?

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I should try to get get you into a conference call with my mum about the details of what a home health aid does and generally how you might go about getting one. The shit you're describing is seriously what she does for a living, and she's done it for cancer patients as well.

Holy shit do I really need to get out of here

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pfff whatever

I keep thinking about trying to sell most of my stuff so I can just throw the rest of it in my car and make a break for it.

I just can’t do this anymore. I was finally getting the help I needed for my anxiety and my depression before this happened, I was looking forward to finally being able to have a life of my own, and now it’s all been consumed by this stupid disease our shitty society hasn’t cured yet for some reason. It’s not that I’m not thankful for the family that keeps coming up to help us, but it’s just been more people ordering me around. I still have almost no downtime to do the things that have been keeping me alive. I’m supposed to just put up with this because I’m her daughter and that’s what kids are for, right?

The rest of my cousins are off graduating school and getting married and buying houses and all that other happy shit. The aunt who’s staying with us now is married to a doctor and has a bunch of pamphlets and an itinerary for a tropical island vacation laid out on our kitchen table. Meanwhile I can’t even make any friends to just go get food or something with sometimes, probably because nobody wants to deal with my issues.

Nothing I want or feel matters to anyone. Either I run away, or I just end it. I don’t see any other options. I’m just so tired and I want it all to end.

Sorry to the people who don’t want to see these things, I just don’t want to burden anyone directly with my problems.

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You're what keeps me from sleeping forever. We're like mutual support systems, wheee~

I keep thinking about trying to sell most of my stuff so I can just throw the rest of it in my car and make a break for it.

I just can’t do this anymore. I was finally getting the help I needed for my anxiety and my depression before this happened, I was looking forward to finally being able to have a life of my own, and now it’s all been consumed by this stupid disease our shitty society hasn’t cured yet for some reason. It’s not that I’m not thankful for the family that keeps coming up to help us, but it’s just been more people ordering me around. I still have almost no downtime to do the things that have been keeping me alive. I’m supposed to just put up with this because I’m her daughter and that’s what kids are for, right?

The rest of my cousins are off graduating school and getting married and buying houses and all that other happy shit. The aunt who’s staying with us now is married to a doctor and has a bunch of pamphlets and an itinerary for a tropical island vacation laid out on our kitchen table. Meanwhile I can’t even make any friends to just go get food or something with sometimes, probably because nobody wants to deal with my issues.

Nothing I want or feel matters to anyone. Either I run away, or I just end it. I don’t see any other options. I’m just so tired and I want it all to end.

Sorry to the people who don’t want to see these things, I just don’t want to burden anyone directly with my problems.

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The rest of your family makes me so damn angry for interfering with what I worked so hard to help you accomplish. They don't even know and it makes me want to scream that much harder.

I keep thinking about trying to sell most of my stuff so I can just throw the rest of it in my car and make a break for it.

I just can’t do this anymore. I was finally getting the help I needed for my anxiety and my depression before this happened, I was looking forward to finally being able to have a life of my own, and now it’s all been consumed by this stupid disease our shitty society hasn’t cured yet for some reason. It’s not that I’m not thankful for the family that keeps coming up to help us, but it’s just been more people ordering me around. I still have almost no downtime to do the things that have been keeping me alive. I’m supposed to just put up with this because I’m her daughter and that’s what kids are for, right?

The rest of my cousins are off graduating school and getting married and buying houses and all that other happy shit. The aunt who’s staying with us now is married to a doctor and has a bunch of pamphlets and an itinerary for a tropical island vacation laid out on our kitchen table. Meanwhile I can’t even make any friends to just go get food or something with sometimes, probably because nobody wants to deal with my issues.

Nothing I want or feel matters to anyone. Either I run away, or I just end it. I don’t see any other options. I’m just so tired and I want it all to end.

Sorry to the people who don’t want to see these things, I just don’t want to burden anyone directly with my problems.

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A lot of people don’t realize that on account of radial hypoplasia apparently sometimes mimicking polydactyly.

Unfortunately way too many people still don’t understand the difference on a visual level.

TwistyKats and Munchkins

I didn’t really feel that it was exactly necessary to point out all of the reasons why breeding these cats is inhumane and disgusting because it seems pretty obvious, but I figured why not - this is a blog about disgusting breeding practices, so let’s get into “Twisty” or “Kangaroo” cats.

Twisty Kats first became popular many years ago, with the breeders of them dating them back to 1998. For some bizarre reason, people became interested in these deformed cats, and despite the breeders stating on their site in big bold letters: “Karma Farms DOES NOT breed Twisties and does not sell Twisties.”, followed by “These very rare cats are occasionally born in some lines of polydactyl cats and perhaps other non-poly cats as well.”, they still seem to have a shitload of “TwistyKats”, and on the exact same page of their website, admit to purposely breeding their cat in hopes of getting the deformed legs.

The breeders claim to breed polydactyl cats, which is still breeding for a physical deformity, and the Twisty Kats are simply a by-product of this. Polydactyl limbs in cats can be linked to radial hypoplasia, which is shortening or lack of forelegs (radius, in particular), excess toes, or even missing toes. This can negatively affect kittens who need to knead their mother’s belly to stimulate milk flow, as they are sometimes unable to do so with this condition.

Their down-hill build puts stress on the forelegs and spine, and makes it uncomfortable for them to sit on all fours like a normal cat, hence why they sit up, and this is where they get the name “kangaroo cat” from.

But wait! There’s more! When a cat has short forelegs (yeah, looking at you, Munchkin breeders), it’s missing it’s natural shock absorbers, and the impact of simple things like jumping off of a couch causes immese stress to the forelegs, back, and can even end up with the cat smashing it’s ribcage and head on the floor. This is called “High-Rise Syndrome” when it happens to cats falling from high places, as cats will naturally stick their legs out underneath them, the force from falling from such height causes their body to come crashing down and smash on the pavement. Contrary to popular belief, cats are not immune to pain, and are not made out of rubber. </sarcasm>

If it was not enough, the TwistyKat’s pride and joy, Flipper, has no natural shock absorbers, his pasterns are completely against the floor. The owners brag about how active Flipper is, as if this is something that should be bragged about, and not something that should be expected from your every day, ordinary, healthy cat.

Despite the glaring problems with breeding cats like this instead of culling them, the breeders state: ”Why do you think Manx have no tails? What about Munchkins with their short front legs, or the hairless Sphinx? Many accepted exotic breeds have inherent problems. How about Scottish Folds with closed ear channels, flat-faced Persians with eyes that are easily knocked from their sockets and sinus problems, Manx with spina bifida and incomplete rectums? At this point, the only thing problematic about our Twisty Kats is their peculiar locomotion and the fact that they sit up often on their hind legs.”

They realize that there are breeds of cats with crippling deformities (even mentioning Munchkins as one! What a lark!), and yet still continue to believe that the only issue that goes with breeding TwistyKats is that they have “peculiar locomotion”. This goes against what they mentioned about their cats being completely defenseless and indoor-only cats due to this.

Maybe I’m just a dick, but I really don’t support the breeding of Munchkins or TwistyKats.

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In much the manner of others before, you arose from the earth with a clumsy clamber, tumbling your way into the cycle that governs us all. Clawless, awkward, the heavens were never yours to reach, but what elegance you lacked in body you instead attained in manner. As you topple back into the arms of the earth, take that grace you never had in life, as it is yours to keep, and take it with you to the heavens to guide you among the stars.

With only the unknown to govern you, may you have a safe journey in dreams.

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WHY THE FUCK

When a creationist comes to argue with you about what’s wrong with Jurassic Park on a Cinema Sins-inspired Youtube video.

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Okay, I see this complaint everywhere, and as a bird owner myself, I am very sick and tired of it.

Stop romanticizing flight. Just because we can’t do it doesn’t mean flying animals regard it as anything more special than walking or running. It’s not a function of freedom or whatever arbitrary ideal you want to slap onto it. It’s a mode of locomotion. That is it. That is all a flying animal sees flight as. A means of getting from point A to point B. Clipping them is honestly probably equivalent to modern society teaching us that running is only appropriate outdoors and in certain areas/circumstances (”no running in a crowd!!”).

Why would you clip a bird's wings?! That's the pride and joy :( Its' a flying animal... If you don't want it to fly off don't take it outside without a harness? Why not train recall? All clipping is doing is benefiting you.

I’ve lost birds that didnt have clipped wings, even when I was being so careful, and I’ll not have that happen ever again. It’s so much safer in general and there are really no reasons not to if you know how to do it correctly.

All of my birds are absolutely fine without the ability of flight. and so many more times safer. theres no risk of them getting away, there’s no risk of them flying into windows/walls and hurting themselves. 

There are always going to be arguments about clipping a bird wings and I can accept that, and I dont want to get into that really. If you dont want to clip your birds wings because you dont agree with it and you are willing to take the responsible steps to make sure your bird is safe that’s fine. I get that, I’m not telling anyone that it’s imperative that they clip their birds’ wings. you can do what you want as long as you can do it safely! But I want to have absolutely no chance of my birds escaping and getting lost/starving to death/getting attacked by cats..

Yes a bird is a flying animal, but its so much more too. Birds are intelligent first and foremost. it’s so rewarding to see them use their brains and overcome obstacles/work out toys. watching them interact with each other with a level of intelligence that you dont see in other animals is so beautiful. The talking/mimicking, its amazing, they’re so talented and not to mention entertaining. The beautiful plumage and the range of colors they come in is another thing that birds are known for. The companionship they offer is the best I have encountered of any animal. birds are more than flight. just like you keep your dog in a pen or on a leash to stop it from running away, even though wild wolves lived with no restraints, I limit my birds ability to fly, with no ill consequences on them, so that they can have guaranteed safety!

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My only keepsake from the end of an era.

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Euthanized my geriatric cat of twenty years, who was suffering aggressive mammary cancer and dementia. Though my hope had been that she would die in the home she was born, fortune was not with her or me, but we did the best we could. Life is a hard road for us all, but to leave a long-time companion behind is among the most difficult of things to do.

You were not the first, Cally, and you won't be the last, but you were the longest, and things will never be quite right without you there. I only hope I can properly restore you to that regal form before I return you to the earth.

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For those getting pissy at this message, I’m telling y’all to stop being impossible assholes about things nobody has control over. That goes for all sides of this really stupid gender/sexuality/preference war. Saying “I hate straight people” is exactly the same as saying “I hate gay people” because you’re judging someone based on genetics. Harkening back to the Westboro Baptist Church was intended to bring that point into perspective, but I suppose I should stop expecting that much critical thinking out of Tumblr people.

Keep focusing on the annoyed attitude instead of the point, everybody. It’s not going to make me perceive you as mature adults, and sure as shit isn’t going to convince me to treat you like it.

This isn’t about fucking privilege, you wanks. It’s about basic human decency and remembering that none of us just decided to be who or what we are, so stop fucking acting like it.

THIS JUST IN

Saying you hate straight people is no different form Westboro baptists claiming that god hates gay people.

Think about that, kiddies. Giving people a reason to coin the term ‘heterophobia’ and use it is like being a reverse Westboro baptist.

You’re welcome.

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THIS JUST IN

Saying you hate straight people is no different form Westboro baptists claiming that god hates gay people.

Think about that, kiddies. Giving people a reason to coin the term ‘heterophobia’ and use it is like being a reverse Westboro baptist.

You’re welcome.

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No, I am not okay.

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ATTENTION BOYS

“We should hang out sometime,” does not mean “hey wanna fuck” and it would be GREAT if you shitlords would remember that before assuming I’m about to fly my way into getting in the sack with you.

THANKS FOR REMEMBERING I’M A PERSON WITH PSYCHOLOGICAL AND EMOTIONAL NEEDS.

GO FUCK YOURSELVES. THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE GOOD AT.

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As with all things here and gone, from the earth do we rise, so in death shall we return. Though this chapter of your journey has ended, beyond that lies a vast unknown ready for discovery. As we lay you into the arms of the earth, enwrapped in heaven's hue, guarded by the ancients, with a kiss I bid you safe passage. Take those newfound wings of yours, fly high and true. May they carry you to love like that from which you came. In nomine matris.

Fegkari

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Why I stopped trying so hard

I was told repeatedly about an art show-thing my uncle’s church was having this weekend. I considered this an attempt at convincing me because after pointing out that precious little of my art would be contextually accessible to average church-goers, the fifth time it was brought up I finally broke down and decided to do something with a piece I already had. I worked from 10AM Friday morning to 2:30AM this morning. No one bothered to ask me before my uncle left for whatever the fuck how my progress was coming along or if I thought I could finish it before the show-thing started.

My art, that I spent over sixteen hours painstakingly painting in a program I am barely familiar with, will once again be lost to the sea of shitty fan art and even shittier fetish porn, because no one in my family gives a fuck about the labors of my craft enough to even see what the fuck I’m doing when the work is at their prompting/behest. I skipped two sleeping periods and was ultimately awake for over twenty-four hours for this. For nothing. Because no one in my family knows how the fuck to communicate ANYTHING.

I fucking hate everything and I fucking hate how much of my life I no longer have a grasp on. This was the first painting I did in four years, and that’s been the trend ever since my grandmother died. Four years. And the people who were supposed to acknowledge that can’t even give enough fucks to glance at it and tell me whether it sucks. I don’t know why the fuck I bother anymore.

Nobody in my family cares about my creative endeavors. The internet at large gives zero fucks about my creative endeavors, even if I sink to the level of pandering to fandoms. I don’t want to stop forever, but I have precious little, basically nothing, to push me along. 

Why continue to pursue art when it’s an unforgiving struggle with no reward? I’m just crazy, I guess, and can’t let go of the few things that really defined me after I reached self-awareness. I can’t stop calling myself an artist even though I have drawn nothing new or substantial since December 2011. I can’t stop calling myself a writer even though the last thing I acknowledge as worth being considered proper narrative was written in September of 2009.  I just think up shit. My mind fills up with shit that is never artfully articulated.

Am I really either of these things anymore? 

Either way, here you go, internet. Have this thing that cost me way too much sleep to complete, only to never see the light of day. Enjoy.