People always say I have so much self control being a vegan but I don’t think the two are related at all. I have no self control and I’ll down a whole bucket of vegan ice cream in a minute. It doesn’t take self control to not want to eat the flesh or biproducts of a dead tortured innocent animal.
Woo this! I eat terrible things all the time. I just don’t recognize non-vegan things as food anymore so it’s not even an option.
I am not your pet, I’m just a cat that knows how to feel.
reblogging this for you, audrey
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
- The Velveteen Rabbit (or How Toys Become Real) by Margery Williams, 1922
I LOVE KESHA
I hope she speak out so so so much more about her abuse aside from just suing the guy. this is the part where i’d say “can you imagine the impact she could have upon pop-culture by speaking out against her abuser and the resulting pain she has incurred?!”
except for the part where she probably wouldn’t have too much of an impact because our society is entirely too patriarchal and fucked to care.
BUT I CARE