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Hey there I'm Montey. I'm 19, lesbian, live in Colorado, gamer, artist, lover, figher, Buddhist, and awesome!! Talk to me loves!!


"Do it." (x)

can you not


putting on head phones when your volume is at 100%


My mom, I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave.

fuckingzander said: Hi there cutie. Do you have a kik?

Heeeellooooo, and I do not.

My new toe shoes :)

My new toe shoes :)


What I love about Deadpool is that he’s got 2 attractive woman on his side and he’s more excited about Waldo. I love accurate cosplay.


On a road trip with your girls like


On a road trip with your girls like







…what if we’re ALL demons wearing meat-suits, but at some point we forgot… and the voices inside our heads, our consciences, are the real people trapped inside… begging us to do no harm?

fuck that’s deep



"what if"

heh…heh… This is actually just awkward now.









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.



We just adopted a 6-year-old cat that no one wanted.  He had to have eye surgery (still sees fine from both eyes) and looked grumpy but he’s really the most adorable, loving cat.

He wakes up and meows to find out where we are so he can come snuggle.

My cat, Nike, was adopted off the streets. She followed my mom home one day and simply walked into our house. She slept in my bed that night, under the covers, with her head sharing my pillow, because I was 8 and damned if I cared about fleas that was a kitty.

We took her to the vet and it turned out she was pregnant but too ill and thin to carry it to term, so it had to be terminated. She later got cat breast cancer and had a cat mastectomy. She also only ever had 5 nipples which was weird.

She is kind of skittish and her tail was once broken so it moves weird but she is as affectionate and cute as they come and amazing.

And now I miss her cause I am on campus and she is at home with my parents.

My cat Crowley was only a year old, but he’s a little….. off. I honestly think we should take him in for a psych eval.

But anyway, when we went to adopt him, we fell instantly in love, and I knew he was our perfect companion before he was even taken out of the cage. After we spent some time with him, I was even more certain.

And then the strangest thing happened: the guy working at the shelter tried to convince us NOT to adopt him. He kept warning us that Crowley, whose name was Tac at the time, was violent and loud and that he attacked the guy whenever he fed him or anything.

Crowley is perfect. He’s still somewhat off, and will swat at you all the time, but after learning where his triggers are and aren’t, it was pretty easy to figure out how to handle him.

I was just baffled that the guy whose job it is to get these animals homes sat there and tried to warn me about what a danger Crowley would be to my home.

He even said Crowley would never be able to live with another cat, yet him and Castiel are absolute best friends!

Goes to show that even the people at the shelter may not know the worth of an animal as much as you would living with them.

I miss Pluto. I adopted him simply because he was all black and had been in the shelter for months and no one had taken a second look at him and i loved him. But then I moved to NY and my ex sold him and I miss him so much. He was the coolest fucking cat,





'Friday the 13th' Themed Engagement Photos

more pics here.

This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!!


This is so fucking cool! I’ve always wanted to have a sweet themed wedding like a zombie theme or something.






My activity spikes every Wednesday because of this post 

always reblog on a wednesday, that’s the rule.

On Wednesdays we reblog

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