“You don’t need to be better than any one else you just need to be better than you used to be.”

— Wayne W. Dyer

Advantages of being a vet student: making diagnoses, my medically expensive dog now being not as expensive, learning about early illnesses signs to make sure every animal I meet its okay

Disadvantages: Having many existencial questions about animal characters, humans that can transform into them and about furries that I'm not sure if I want to figure out

You know how dogs are obsessed with feet right? Like when they see them they'll either lick them or bite them. Somehow everytime someone takes their shoes off there's a dog wagging their tails.

Werewolves, shapeshifters, animagus and all magical beings that can transform into a dog, partial dog or similar, and they carry some traits into their mundane lifes

Now, if we mash this two thoughts together

Do werevolves/shapeshifters/animagus/whatever have a feet kink/fetish/obsession?

Like imagine Sirius Black seeing someone's foot and thinking "Dayum I wanna lick that"

Or Jacob Black adding Bella's feet in the list of things he likes about her

Or Pre-moon Remus going berserker triying to figure out why does the memory of James jokingly making everyone smell his stinky feet cause he thinks "it's funny" keeps popping in his head

I need answers

So, in the week/month/Whatever that im taking tests I wear always the same pijama shirt, my favorite one. But, this time I forgot to fricking stop using it and wash it before finals week. This fucking shirt reeks of sweat, is filled with facemask drops that fell last week and it has stains that I don't even know where they came from.

Ngl, I think I might be creating a new form of life

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

Whiny/loud boys >>>>

ADHD Things

Can’t keep a job cuz they’re all too boring

To-do lists with “make a to-do list” the only item checked off

Simultaneously feeling like a moron and a genius within seconds

Forgetting to respond to questions and comments out loud

Not knowing what your passion is because interests last about 3 months max before you move on again

Overstimulated at restaurants

Only read books with pictures

NPR

Only eating one food for days then suddenly deciding you hate that food and never eating it again

Can’t write cuz the leg is too bouncy

Sitting still for too long so now you gotta jump off a building for the adrenaline rush

Not being able to remember last year. Or last month. Or yesterday. Or this morning. But remember that one time when someone said that one thing a decade ago????

Not understanding metaphors because you over think them and take them too far

OR not understanding metaphors so you combine several and create your own

Listens to every genre of music ever because you don’t wanna get bored

Out of sight out of mind is taken to an entirely new level

Always stimming but distracted if someone else does

Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight

“They asked me to tell you what it was like to be twenty and pregnant in 1950 and when you tell your boyfriend you’re pregnant, he tells you about a friend of his in the army whose girl told him she was pregnant, so he got all his buddies to come and say, “We all fucked her, so who knows who the father is?” And he laughs at the good joke…. What was it like, if you were planning to go to graduate school and get a degree and earn a living so you could support yourself and do the work you loved—what it was like to be a senior at Radcliffe and pregnant and if you bore this child, this child which the law demanded you bear and would then call “unlawful,” “illegitimate,” this child whose father denied it … What was it like? […] It’s like this: if I had dropped out of college, thrown away my education, depended on my parents … if I had done all that, which is what the anti-abortion people want me to have done, I would have borne a child for them, … the authorities, the theorists, the fundamentalists; I would have born a child for them, their child. But I would not have born my own first child, or second child, or third child. My children. The life of that fetus would have prevented, would have aborted, three other fetuses … the three wanted children, the three I had with my husband—whom, if I had not aborted the unwanted one, I would never have met … I would have been an “unwed mother” of a three-year-old in California, without work, with half an education, living off her parents…. But it is the children I have to come back to, my children Elisabeth, Caroline, Theodore, my joy, my pride, my loves. If I had not broken the law and aborted that life nobody wanted, they would have been aborted by a cruel, bigoted, and senseless law. They would never have been born. This thought I cannot bear. What was it like, in the Dark Ages when abortion was a crime, for the girl whose dad couldn’t borrow cash, as my dad could? What was it like for the girl who couldn’t even tell her dad, because he would go crazy with shame and rage? Who couldn’t tell her mother? Who had to go alone to that filthy room and put herself body and soul into the hands of a professional criminal? – because that is what every doctor who did an abortion was, whether he was an extortionist or an idealist. You know what it was like for her. You know and I know; that is why we are here. We are not going back to the Dark Ages. We are not going to let anybody in this country have that kind of power over any girl or woman. There are great powers, outside the government and in it, trying to legislate the return of darkness. We are not great powers. But we are the light. Nobody can put us out. May all of you shine very bright and steady, today and always.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin (via nightkitchentarot)

I mean

did anyone else develop all of their kinks from reading fanfiction, or are you mentally stable?