Ciao, Ragazzi.

Olivia Elaine Burgher:

Amante.

Lettrice.

Sognatrice.

C'est niente meno presuntuoso nel Italiano.

shinykari:

Basically the movie.

So many feels.

shinykari:

Basically the movie.

So many feels.

(via lilybells)

kiyuukins:

so would the dothraki consider this a successful wedding or a mildly okay one

(via notsothinlizzy)

shitmeateaterssay:

defenestrate-yourself:

kindlewood:

defenestrate-yourself:

kindlewood:

carnism-is:

untamed-youth:

This is so ignorant and an all around repulsive statement. Fuck whoever made this and fuck anyone that agrees with it

Please explain to me how you can claim to care about animals and then pay to have animals abused, exploited, and killed for mere taste preferences. If you eat meat you care about certain animals that you find endearing or important, but definitely not all animals.

Eating something doesn’t mean you don’t love it. 

Agreed. I love my dog so much that I’m going to kill and eat him tomorrow instead of taking him to the groomers.

I want you to look at this picture. Those are baby goats. I grew up with them. They followed me every where around the farm. Kicking and skipping, running and jumping, everywhere on the farm. The white one was Maggie and the black one was Eevie. Maggie was far more outgoing than her sister and had a lot of quirks and no qualms about coming right up to you for something. She was always making noise and climbing on top of everything. Eevie however, was the quiet sister. She’d jump around with her sister and I, too, but she didn’t go up to people she didn’t know like her sister. When she did make noise - she was soft spoken. She didn’t get into as many headbutting fits as her sister and she preferred to nap in your lap while Maggie was off climbing who knows what. They loved their treats but I don’t think I ever saw them craze over anything more than they crazed over sweetfeed. I taught them tricks. I bottle fed them. I climbed trees with them. I ran around with them and spent hours outside laying in the meadows with them and pulling branches down that were too high for them to reach. Nobody can say I didn’t love those girls.But they grew old and you know what? I ate them.

I want you to look at this picture. These are dogs. I grew up with them. They followed me every where around the house, city, and country. Barking and playing, running and jumping, everywhere I’d take them. The white one is Max and the black one is Sandy. Max is far more outgoing than Sandy, he has a lot of quirks and loves people. He barks a fuck ton. Sandy however, is a bit more reserved. She plays at the dog park with Max and I, but wasn’t as keen on other people and dogs. When she did make noise - she was soft spoken. She gets into spats with other dogs sometimes, and prefers to just lay her head on your lap. They love treats! Max is weird, he goes ballistic for brocolli stems. Sandy is a bit more traditional and prefers a peanut butter filled kong. I taught them tricks. I raised Sandy from a puppy and rescued Max. I go hiking with them. When Sandy was younger, I’d spend hours and hours running around my grandpa’s farm with her. Nobody can say I don’t love my dogs.They’re a bit aged though. Max is around five and Sandy is around 10. So tomorrow, I’m going to take these animals that love and trust me and slaughter them both. Not for any good reason; I’m just prioritizing my taste buds over their life. The look of betrayal and fear in their eyes won’t bother me a bit, and I won’t be the least bit upset consuming my beloved companion’s corpse. I dare anyone to say I don’t love my dogs.

^
How hard is it to understand that there is something pretty fucked up about EATING a LIVING BEING that you claim to LOVE?

Can I just say, as a vegetarian who has made the personal decision to make the choice to not eat meat because I personally don’t like factory farming that I think everything that is going on in up above this is stupid.
It’s your decision whether you want to eat meat or not for your own reasons. No one should make you feel guilty if you want that steak or not. I’m not going to think any less of you. I’m not going to think you don’t love your dog any less because you love your steak. 
On the flip side, if you live on a farm and you love your cows and one day, you have to eat them, I’m not going to think that you don’t love your cows. Until every single person has been in that situation you can shut up. 
If you’re making the decision to eat factory-farmed meat, at this time in age I think you fully understand what’s gone into creating that. That’s your decision. That’s fine. I’m not going to think any less of you.
Can we all just shut up and eat our food now?

shitmeateaterssay:

defenestrate-yourself:

kindlewood:

defenestrate-yourself:

kindlewood:

carnism-is:

untamed-youth:

This is so ignorant and an all around repulsive statement. Fuck whoever made this and fuck anyone that agrees with it

Please explain to me how you can claim to care about animals and then pay to have animals abused, exploited, and killed for mere taste preferences. If you eat meat you care about certain animals that you find endearing or important, but definitely not all animals.

Eating something doesn’t mean you don’t love it. 

Agreed. I love my dog so much that I’m going to kill and eat him tomorrow instead of taking him to the groomers.

I want you to look at this picture. Those are baby goats. I grew up with them. They followed me every where around the farm. Kicking and skipping, running and jumping, everywhere on the farm. The white one was Maggie and the black one was Eevie. Maggie was far more outgoing than her sister and had a lot of quirks and no qualms about coming right up to you for something. She was always making noise and climbing on top of everything. Eevie however, was the quiet sister. She’d jump around with her sister and I, too, but she didn’t go up to people she didn’t know like her sister. When she did make noise - she was soft spoken. She didn’t get into as many headbutting fits as her sister and she preferred to nap in your lap while Maggie was off climbing who knows what. They loved their treats but I don’t think I ever saw them craze over anything more than they crazed over sweetfeed. I taught them tricks. I bottle fed them. I climbed trees with them. I ran around with them and spent hours outside laying in the meadows with them and pulling branches down that were too high for them to reach. Nobody can say I didn’t love those girls.

But they grew old and you know what? I ate them.

I want you to look at this picture. These are dogs. I grew up with them. They followed me every where around the house, city, and country. Barking and playing, running and jumping, everywhere I’d take them. The white one is Max and the black one is Sandy. Max is far more outgoing than Sandy, he has a lot of quirks and loves people. He barks a fuck ton. Sandy however, is a bit more reserved. She plays at the dog park with Max and I, but wasn’t as keen on other people and dogs. When she did make noise - she was soft spoken. She gets into spats with other dogs sometimes, and prefers to just lay her head on your lap. They love treats! Max is weird, he goes ballistic for brocolli stems. Sandy is a bit more traditional and prefers a peanut butter filled kong. I taught them tricks. I raised Sandy from a puppy and rescued Max. I go hiking with them. When Sandy was younger, I’d spend hours and hours running around my grandpa’s farm with her. Nobody can say I don’t love my dogs.

They’re a bit aged though. Max is around five and Sandy is around 10. So tomorrow, I’m going to take these animals that love and trust me and slaughter them both. Not for any good reason; I’m just prioritizing my taste buds over their life. The look of betrayal and fear in their eyes won’t bother me a bit, and I won’t be the least bit upset consuming my beloved companion’s corpse. I dare anyone to say I don’t love my dogs.

^

How hard is it to understand that there is something pretty fucked up about EATING a LIVING BEING that you claim to LOVE?

Can I just say, as a vegetarian who has made the personal decision to make the choice to not eat meat because I personally don’t like factory farming that I think everything that is going on in up above this is stupid.

It’s your decision whether you want to eat meat or not for your own reasons. No one should make you feel guilty if you want that steak or not. I’m not going to think any less of you. I’m not going to think you don’t love your dog any less because you love your steak. 

On the flip side, if you live on a farm and you love your cows and one day, you have to eat them, I’m not going to think that you don’t love your cows. Until every single person has been in that situation you can shut up. 

If you’re making the decision to eat factory-farmed meat, at this time in age I think you fully understand what’s gone into creating that. That’s your decision. That’s fine. I’m not going to think any less of you.

Can we all just shut up and eat our food now?

(via wiggly-tough)

crimexturtle:

Spending my night ruining the free world.

I feel like I need to make sure Jory and Avery see this but I don’t know where my phone is and SARAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY YOU NO TUMBLRRRRR. MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

(via pondles)

  • Edgar Wright: I've had a few people in my life who I would call 'Shot Nazis.' They'll be like, "You are doing a shot right now." "No, I don't really want a shot -" "Shots. Now."
  • Simon Pegg: Tell 'em who it is.
  • Edgar Wright: One of them - God bless him, he's one of my great friends - Chris Evans, aka Captain America... He came to my birthday party, and he came straight in, and I'd already had quite a lot to drink, and he just goes, "Right. Shots. Now. You are doing a shot right now. We are doing a shot right now. Shots are comin' in."
  • Simon Pegg: Captain America, all that effort fighting the Nazis, and he ends up being one himself. But to do with shots.
  • Edgar Wright: Chris, we love you.
  • (I'm so glad Andy Khouri instinctively reblogged this from me since I have been his Shot Nazi for so many years of our lives.)

apaigeuniverse:

undeadsuits:

veeking:

 image

so i saw this gif around tumblr and thought “he’s making such a disgusted face, it’d be perfect if the gif was revers—-“

image

i did it. it’s done.

speaking of reversed Frozen gifs

image

(imgur)

you turned a kids movie into an animated porno

I think the entire movie would be greatly improved if this is what it meant in reverse.

(via my-three-words)

prognly:

This movie is one of the best disney movies of all time

(via my-three-words)

hefuckin:

OH MY GODDDDDDDDD

I think this might actually be ulmenjoy and me.

hefuckin:

OH MY GODDDDDDDDD

I think this might actually be ulmenjoy and me.

(via wiggly-tough)

catsbeaversandducks:

Meerkats make the best photographer’s assistants EVER.

Via BuzzFeed

(via vincecarters)

attaches:

untitled by Emily Boyer Photography on Flickr.
patricklipsker:

wading

patricklipsker:

wading

oldfishingphotos:

Fishing FashionPatagonia Fly Fishing Clothing & Gear 
Source: Patagonia

oldfishingphotos:

Fishing Fashion
Patagonia Fly Fishing Clothing & Gear 

Source: Patagonia

thepowerovsardines:

Substitute Doll

(via wiggly-tough)