White Stag Running Home

Why oh why did we live anywhere else. So happy to be back here

In Williamsburg Brooklyn, nabbing noms, waiting for the world to send on down what it may

Been quite a fucking while since I've been up this early. Shower and breakfast and then off to NY

There's that feeling again of getting ready to jump off some building or cliff into the abyss, and it's nice. It's stopped being worrisome. Because it's just moving away from safety and going into the next phase of life, and I like that. - Sky

Colonisation: When 4 out of 5 books you pick up make a "passive" racial comment, just further proving how ingrained this shit is in people I would really like to get through a book without hearing how amurica thinks Indians are noble idiots.

Anybody that thinks you can't make a living doing what you love doesn't understand that I get paid more than $30 per half hour to make animals happy. Plus tips. Do what you love, people. It wasn't fucking easy getting here but that just means after being poor for years I have so much job exp that I built up to be amazing at this that nobody's gonna turn away what I do for the prices I ask. Which means I can do the other thing I love: having people donate to animals and owners in need that can't afford me, and donating hours towards both those and rescues because I don't need to work 40 hour weeks to survive. Do it. Be passionate about it. Don't back down. Even when you're eating ramen and sleeping on a friend's couch and crying because it's not easy. It's not meant to be, that's how you learn. That's how you get bomb proof. And you can pull it off.

Hey tumblr stop showing me pics of that poor fucking turtle thanks it's not like I don't see enough animal mutilation and abuse in my fucking line of work I'm allowed to take a fucking break