That Guy With the Tumblr

I wonder what kind of monster you make me out to be when you tell him about me. Bet you leave out the part where I would have taken you back when you begged me to if you hadn’t been a bitch to me on here and become a pot head.

I’ve never been this depressed in my life. Every smile is so fake. How did my life get this way?

I’ve got some letters to burn and pretend I never got

Pretty much everybody gets happier after I leave their life

Nowadays I barely pass my classes, I only talk to one person here, I am tired all the time, I keep getting sick, and now I have high blood pressure. What’s happening to me?

“I asked forgiveness three times.
Same amount that I denied; I three-time mvp’ed this crime.
I’m afraid to tell you who I adore, won’t tell you who I’m singing towards.
Metaphorically I’m a whore, and that’s denial number four.”

Probably just going to delete my Tumblr tbh

Some of my favorite song lyrics (Trying to decide which one to get on a necklace)

"Life can do terrible things" - Mayday Parade

"I’m looking for an escape. The only one I seem to find is you." - Faded Cadence

"I will follow you into the dark" -Death Cab for Cutie

"I was praying that you and me might end up together" - Ron Pope

"Forever and Always, through the good and the bad and the ugly" - Parachute

"Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders" - Hillsong

"I’m an angel with a shotgun, fighting ‘til the war’s won" - The Cab

"No more spreading myself thin to all of those who have been there for me" - A Sound Mind

"I’m bruised and scarred" - Mayday Parade

"I’ll be stronger" - Post Seven

"You’re the only place I call home" - Every Avenue

"I can’t stand to fly. I’m not that naïve." - Five for Fighting

"Every night I miss you I can just look up" - FM Static

"Acadia is gone" - Marianas Trench

"I’m no angel, I’m just me, but I will love you endlessly" - The Cab

"Home is whenever I’m with you" - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

"I wanna get better" - Bleachers

"You are my sunshine, you are my rain" - The Icarus Account

"I’d be so good to you" - Marianas Trench

"It won’t be long now" - Zach Sobiech

"Is that what you call a getaway?" - Artist VS Poet

"Never let them take the light behind your eyes" - My Chemical Romance

"I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier" - The Killers

"You should say all that you have to say" - Sleeping With Sirens

"Do you hear that love? They’re playing our song." - He Is We

"All I know is I’m not home yet" - Building 429

"As long as we live, time passes by, and we won’t get it back when we die" - Bowling for Soup

"I’d send a postcard to you dear, ‘cause I wish you were here." - Owl City

"I’m sorry I can’t be perfect" - Simple Plan

"Dream like the dreamer I know you can be" - Paradise Fears




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.


(via a-decent-human-being)