Welcome to London.
just another day of not being rich and famous
why the hell do babies cry after they shit themselves like u got urself into this mess buddy dont make it everyone else’s problem. like have some fuckin responsibility for once
This is Katniss. She’s three months old, and she used to live on the street with her mommy and her brothers.
I fell in love with her as soon as I saw her and decided to adopt her. It was really hard convincing my parents to let me keep her. They never wanted any pets. But they eventually said yes and agreed to pay for the litter and food. She’s been with me for nearly a week now and I can’t imagine my life without her anymore. Thing is, now she needs to go to the vet to get her first vaccines and to make sure everything is okay. She keeps sneezing and I’m afraid she might have a respiratory infection. But my parents are refusing to pay for the vet.
I’m still underage, so I don’t have a job yet (it’s pretty much impossible to get a job before 18 around here) and can’t afford to take her at the moment. :(
I’d really, really appreciate it if you could help me. Thank you!
In honor of hitting 69 followers I will be giving away this small shopping cart I found in the trash at work (I’m a janitor so this isn’t as strange as it sounds, I find all sorts of crap). You do not have to be following me, and I will ship anywhere in the world on my own money. If you would like to win said small shopping cart reblog this post by June 30th! Winner will be chosen at random.
This has eleven thousand notes in under twelve hours. My followers have multiplied twentyfold. A fic has been written about me and my goddamn shopping cart. Why. Why does a tiny shopping cart instill such passion in the hearts of bloggers
fifteen days left! Reblog to improve your chances of winning this eight dollar hunk of metal by one hundredth of a percent! You know you want it.