Tag: pure

glumshoe:

Today, I facilitated a high ropes course that involves climbing up a tree, then walking across a tightrope to another tree. Sometimes the kids will decide that you have to kiss the second tree before coming down. Others will just hug it.

Today, my campers decided that the tree needed to be humanized with a name. They determined that it needed to have a gender-neutral name because everyone was kissing it and might not all be attracted to the same gender. Some names were suggested, like Alex, Chris, Sam, Ray/Rey, and Jess.

Then it was Carrie Fisher’s child doppelgänger’s turn, and everyone universally agreed that the tree should be named Han Solo. Even the boys were eager to kiss a tree named Han Solo. There were no arguments or wrinkled noses.

kaity–did:

There was a little girl in church, about 5, and her parents obviously let her get dressed herself that day because she came waddling in with the puffiest coat on in the summer in North Carolina. She comes and sits in the pew in front of us. 15 minutes into mass she turns around and hands my husand an orange. Her parents are mortified.

“Savannah not again!” They sold! (Again kills me)

They appologize and she turns back around. A few moments later she goes to hand me an orange but her parents grab it from her before she can.

Savannah is determined. She reaches her tiny fists into her puffy coat and pulls out two more ornages. She begins to distribute them. Her parents are now beat red and in shock.

This small child proceeds to laugh a laugh I can only call manical (in a Catholic church) unzip the inner line of her coat and releases what had to have been 20-30 of those little kid oranges into the pews.

WE EAT Savannah yells cackeling

The priest can no longer contain his glee

The entire church is dying with laughter

She felt like Jesus on the moutian with the baskets of fish that day I’m sure.

Children are amazing.

moonsofavalon:

breelandwalker:

salmonking:

boysinperil:

Having a hard day? Turn up the sound and let Max lull you.

In case anyone else was worried about why this cat is looking so domestic, here’s the video description: 

Max Lynx, the educational animal ambassador takes a moment to get some good scratchin’ before he sits down for his meal. He was born at a zoo in May 2011. He’s not completely domesticated but not wild either. He educates the public on the endangered Canada Lynx in hopes that people will be driven to conserve our environment and protect our wildlife.

WHAT A WONDERFUL SOUND. WHAT AN EXCELLENT CAT.

(And wow, just commentary on body language, whoever this human is, Max trusts them ENTIRELY. Not only is he nuzzling and purring, he’s showing his belly and giving them his throat for pets and scritchies. That is a HUGE “I Love You” in cat language. Also the paws directing where the scratchies need to go is just adorable.)

LOOK AT THEM BIG OL’ FLOOFY FOOTERS!!!

gaymerlvl-pharmercy:

hijabby:

I’m screaming??? So my cat knows I get upset when he steps on my paintings (not yelling or anything I think he just sees me spend hours trying to cover up what his paws do) in my “studio” which is a crammed small storage closet with painting all over the floor drying , so like I’m in there rn and I saw him try to get to point A to point b but it was impossible for him to jump over so like he realized the matte parts were dry and like he was stepping on the corners of the painting and every step he’d look at his paw to see if he fucked up and honestly it was the most thoughtful thing ever I don’t ever wanna hear anyone ever say that cats don’t care

I beg you, if this ever happens again, get a video