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Peacock Pose Padma Mayurasana
Eartha Kitt

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Peacock Pose Padma Mayurasana

Eartha Kitt

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This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.

FUCKING IMPORTANT

The STORY THOUGH.

This all made me tear up omg

It reminded me of this little dog that was missing its hind legs, and its owners had a little two wheel thing attached to it so that it could walk in the street. It was the cutest little thing and all I keep thinking about is how much love I’d give that dog if it were mine :’)

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Sep 19, 2014
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I wasn’t against communism, but i can’t say i was for it either. At first, i viewed it suspiciously, as some kind of white man’s concoction, until i read works by African revolutionaries and studied the African liberation movements. Revolutionaries in Africa understood that the question of African liberation was not just a question of race, that even if they managed to get rid of the white colonialists, if they didn’t rid themselves of the capitalistic economic structure, the white colonialists would simply be replaced by Black neocolonialists. There was not a single liberation movement in Africa that was not fighting for socialism. In fact, there was not a single liberation movement in the whole world that was fighting for capitalism. The whole thing boiled down to a simple equation: anything that has any kind of value is made, mined, grown, produced, and processed by working people. So why shouldn’t working people collectively own that wealth? Why shouldn’t working people own and control their own resources? Capitalism meant that rich businessmen owned the wealth, while socialism meant that the people who made the wealth owned it.
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Sep 18, 2014
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Ser médium é… ter um dia daqueles e ainda ter força para vestir branco e trabalhar…É escutar um conselho dirigido a uma pessoa, mas e…ntender que ele também é pra você…É saber pisar devagar para não se machucar…Ser médium é se aventurar em matas, praças e cemitérios para realizar tarefas pouco usuais…É entender que é apenas um instrumento da fé de quem o procura; É dormir na esteira no inverno para louvar o Orixá…..É ser confundido com um médico só por estar todo de branco…Ser médium é ver coisas que até Deus duvida…É carregar guias e mais guias no pescoço…É entender que elas não te fazem melhor ou pior…É superar as pegadinhas do universo e chegar ao centro no horário combinado;Ser médium é explicar, de uma vez por todas, que macumba é um instrumento musical…É dar conselhos inimagináveis a um amigo sem perceber…É entrar e sair imediatamente de um lugar suspeito, mesmo sem ter explicação…É acordar de madrugada para fazer anotações sobre sonhos…Ser médium é ter de esquecer os problemas pessoais na marra para poder auxiliar quem tem complicações ainda maiores, por mais improvável que isso possa parecer.É entender que todo dia é um recomeço… Ser médium é saber silenciar e escutar uma voz que, de longe, insiste em dizer: “VAI DAR TUDO CERTO. EU ESTOU COM VOCÊ”.

umbandaminhafe:

Ser médium é… ter um dia daqueles e ainda ter força para vestir branco e trabalhar…
É escutar um conselho dirigido a uma pessoa, mas entender que ele também é pra você…
É saber pisar devagar para não se machucar…
Ser médium é se aventurar em matas, praças e cemitérios para realizar tarefas pouco usuais…
É entender que é apenas um instrumento da fé de quem o procura; 
É dormir na esteira no inverno para louvar o Orixá…..
É ser confundido com um médico só por estar todo de branco…
Ser médium é ver coisas que até Deus duvida…
É carregar guias e mais guias no pescoço…
É entender que elas não te fazem melhor ou pior…
É superar as pegadinhas do universo e chegar ao centro no horário combinado;
Ser médium é explicar, de uma vez por todas, que macumba é um instrumento musical…
É dar conselhos inimagináveis a um amigo sem perceber…
É entrar e sair imediatamente de um lugar suspeito, mesmo sem ter explicação…
É acordar de madrugada para fazer anotações sobre sonhos…
Ser médium é ter de esquecer os problemas pessoais na marra para poder auxiliar quem tem complicações ainda maiores, por mais improvável que isso possa parecer.
É entender que todo dia é um recomeço… 
Ser médium é saber silenciar e escutar uma voz que, de longe, insiste em dizer: “VAI DAR TUDO CERTO. EU ESTOU COM VOCÊ”.

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When white teachers call colonizers “explorers” to make them seem like brave people with an adventurous curiosity instead of genocidal, european supremacist bastards who wanted to exchange blood for money.

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Sep 18, 2014
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Curtis Mayfield - We The People Who Are Darker Than Blue

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Curtis Mayfield - We The People Who Are Darker Than Blue

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Sep 17, 2014
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Hey, White America, You Need To Hear What These Ferguson Kids Have To Say

In a new video from social justice-oriented T-shirt company FCKH8, several Ferguson children lampoon the excuses white people give to avoid getting involved in ending discrimination in America and deliver a call to action to stomp out racism.

Watch the full video and see these kids explain how racism is still a huge part of even getting an interview for a job.

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Sep 17, 2014
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(X) I’m down for runnin up on some crackas in they city hall

Sep 17, 2014
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