liriostigre:

sorry for posting this here but i really need help to pay a vet bill.

my cat, Boris, was attacked by my neighbor’s dogs. it was a horrible and frustrating situation because my neighbor locked him in her house instead of letting us know what happened, and we only found him because my mom and siblings went to her house and asked if she’d seen him. this was about 7 hours after the attack and it was late so the only vet clinic open was 1 hour away. we tried everything to save him but he didn’t make it. now i’m heartbroken and so angry because i’m sure he got worse in those hours it took us to get him to the vet clinic. i really don’t understand why my neighbor did that. she heard me calling his name all afternoon and didn’t say a word. i keep thinking we could have saved his life if it wasn’t for that horrible and unnecessarily cruel thing she did to him.

i don’t have money and the first payment is in about a week so if anyone could donate or reblog this post it would meant a lot.

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unchildhood:

MARY OLIVER

‘August’, published in Poetry magazine (1993);

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fairydrowning:

“It is August: the true ending of a year. I’ve grown sick from trying to love who I am.”

-Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream

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detailedart:

The most tender eyes I found in paintings

1. Vsevolod Mikhailovich Garshin, 1884, by Ilia Repin | 2. Megilla, 1921, by John William Godward | 3. Gabrielle Cot, 1890, by William Bougereau | 4. By @lingly

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firstfullmoon:

“And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see—it is, rather, a light by which we may see—and what we see is life.”

— Robert Penn Warren, from Saturday Review (22 March 1958)

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耳をすませば, 1995

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