The poor mother cat kept licking the kittens, hoping it would revive the kittens.
According to the family that adopted the stray cat, on the morning of the 11th when they heard the cat’s tragic cries, they rushed downstairs to discover this stray cat’s four kittens abused to death, and even placed in front of the mother cat. The kittens’ bodies were covered with bullet holes, with blood all over. One of the kittens had its neck tied with a rope and elongated, its chest cut open, heart exposed, while the other three kittens’ heads were stepped on.
;______; brb crying forever and killing myself.
FOR FUCK’S SAKE,PEOPLE ! STOP ABUSING ANIMALS ! PLEASSEEE ! This is,heartbreaking. I cried. Please. Stop. Please.
Reblog "I love you" in another language.
ephe:
squarethecircle: أنا أحبكم = Ana u’hi-bo-kom (Arabic)T’estimo (Catalán)
Aku cinta padamu ( Bahasa Indonesia )
...and I wonder.
My final exam is tomorrow. After that, graduation. Weird thing is, I’m not panicking as much as I expect. Or as my friends expect me to be. That should be a good thing,right ? And, now, at this very moment — while listening to Michael Buble’s Hold On — I’m missing Peter. So much. He always knows how to make me feel better. About everything. I miss having him around. Regardless if it’s only virtually speaking. I miss knowing that, in the end of the day, no matter how shitty that day might be, I’d see him. See him smile,laugh,make a fool out of himself,eat his potatoes,drink his Pepsi. And just stare at him.
” Nothing’s more aching than missing someone and wondering if that someone is missing you too.”
I don’t think he’s missing me too,though. I mean, he’s now … ” in a relationship “,and all. I’m just playing the roll of one dumb bitch.
Cat 1: Pffthht
Cat 2: please..please..just don’t tell..
Cat 1: butthh Pffthht
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.
12763.) Everytime I see you, I can't help but smile. And everytime, that smile fades when reality comes back because I remember "I have no chance with him."
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12766.) now whenever something goes wrong, or i get upset, i run straight for my nightstand; the one with the knife. the pain i dont regret, but the scars i do.
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