This may sound trite...

Friends! I will be selling custom iPhone 4/4s/5 cases for the...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 14:16:22 +0100

Friends! I will be selling custom iPhone 4/4s/5 cases for the foreseeable future. I can put anything you want on there for £30 (+p&p) hit me up at amyjennings1@gmail.com for your very own one-of-a-kind case! 🙊

I may be jumping the gun thinking I will get any offers at all...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 18:22:43 +0000

I may be jumping the gun thinking I will get any offers at all but thought I’d extend this opportunity to fellow creatives. Thank you for spreading the word. x

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Wed, 23 Jan 2013 13:53:32 +0000

The hardest part of being a vegan..

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 21:52:34 +0000

..after knowing that animals are being tortured, slaughtered and discarded with not so much as a shred of thought is that people I love actually partake directly and indirectly with this cruelty.

I have become increasingly agitated by this thought, so much so that I feel like I can’t be around these people for extended periods of time, it pollutes my mind. To know that I am not only thought of as someone with extreme beliefs but considered over the top and strange because I believe animals deserve respect, completely blows my mind. To even be mocked for it is something that incites so much anger in me.

What is extreme about not wanting a fellow Earthling to have its throat sliced open whilst fully conscious? To be skinned alive? To experience being completely eviscerated by the hand of a human being and a blunt tool? I will tell you what is extreme: Allowing an immoral industry to grow to such a level that its “commodities” are given absolutely zero consideration for their capacity to suffer and feel pain and fear. There is a holocaust going on every second of every day, torture is in every corner of every slaughterhouse and factory farm. There is no respite for the animals and there should be no respite for those responsible for inflicting such extensive levels of cruelty. They need to be reminded so that they may re-connect with their childhood love for animals. Just when I think I’ve seen it all, I come across a piece of footage or a story that demonstrates the prolific depths of cruelty at which these human monsters are capable of reaching. It is horrifying. In fact, it is something no words can properly describe, it is something only the harrowing screams of the animals can convey.

If your wife, brother, mother, father, sister, boyfriend, girlfriend, cousin or any loved one was butchered with the same courtesy shown to farm animals would you turn around and say “well…at least he/she was killed humanely.”. You absolutely and irrevocably would not. You would never be able to release the thought from your mind of how violently they were removed from this world. Do not pretend it is the circle of life. Do not pretend it has anything to do with being the “highest in the food chain”. Do not pretend we have any rights or dominion over any being, there is no justification in taking the lives of innocents. Humans are an inherently cruel and callous life form and if I had the courage I would take my exit prematurely were it not for the thought it would inflict the same feelings of grief on my loved ones that stir in me now.

Say NO to eating meat AND dairy. Say NO to torture and animal slaughter. GO VEGAN.

veganmovement2012: This claim is backed by Cornell University

Fri, 18 Jan 2013 15:39:41 +0000

veganmovement2012:

This claim is backed by Cornell University

vegan-because-fuck-you: Carnist logic. Hahaha this is so funny

Thu, 17 Jan 2013 13:52:06 +0000

vegan-because-fuck-you:

Carnist logic.

Hahaha this is so funny

This is basically it.

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 17:38:43 +0000

This is basically it.

I wouldn’t know lol

Tue, 04 Dec 2012 19:40:10 +0000

I wouldn’t know lol

Gimme

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 17:40:27 +0000

Gimme

"She’d cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn’t feel..."

Sun, 25 Nov 2012 12:53:53 +0000

““She’d cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn’t feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just … empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.””

- Ann Brashares

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Wed, 07 Nov 2012 00:44:00 +0000

I've been away from your tumblr for a while, I come back hoping for a bumper pack of your face and all I get is log cabins, whats that about?

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 22:00:28 +0000

Lol

Post some great stuff Amy. You Inspire me to do better things with my life. Now I'm missing that part of me.

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 09:46:24 +0000

Thank you. I haven’t paid any attention to this blog in a long time. There’s nothing stopping you from going out there and finding inspiration in everything you see. You just have to want to find it.

Here we are! Go get some stocking fillers :D...

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 22:24:47 +0100

Here we are! Go get some stocking fillers :D http://www.etsy.com/shop/wenttogetprovisions

sjcdrums: Want the most EPICALLY CUSTOM drums? Check out the...

Wed, 17 Oct 2012 20:07:32 +0100

sjcdrums:

Want the most EPICALLY CUSTOM drums? Check out the SJC Artist Series. Have one of our great artists craft you EXACTLY what you want to your specs. Check out all of your options right here! Who is your favorite?

This raccoon never left the side of a cat who was dying of a...

Wed, 10 Oct 2012 16:29:53 +0100

This raccoon never left the side of a cat who was dying of a tumor. The cat was comforted for the final hours of her life by her long time friend.

satans-testicle: The Story of Kyle One day, when I was a...

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 09:14:32 +0100

satans-testicle:

The Story of Kyle

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.

I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.

He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.

I love this coat, I hope it’s not real fur though....

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 14:48:00 +0100

I love this coat, I hope it’s not real fur though. I’ll be looking for a similar style for this winter.

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Wed, 08 Aug 2012 23:17:12 +0100

Is this real?! I must live here!

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 13:45:36 +0100

Is this real?! I must live here!