Baby fell out of the tree. She couldn’t fly very well in the wind, so I picked her up and put her back in her nest :)
Hoorah! PUT BABY BIRDS BACK IN THE NEST GUYS and if you can’t reach the nest but you can see it and the parents are hanging around, you can make a little makeshift nest. THE PARENTS WILL STILL CARE FOR IT the idea that they’ll smell you and reject it is a myth started by people who didn’t want their kids handling wild animals.
Just a quick reiteration of a spring/summertime psa.
That myth is all the more ridiculous once you realize that birds have terrible senses of smell
I’m so happy that someone other than me knows the whole smell and mother birds thing is fake, you guys, think about how many people believe in that myth and have let baby birds die…
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If it actually started raining men I think I’d just start crying and be really terrified and not leave my house and just curl up into a ball and pretend I couldn’t hear the slamming of bodies falling upon my roof under no circumstances would I think “hallelujah”
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
i. I think I have fallen in love with September because of the way it is the beginning of change, or the end of it. You see, it is the when I say goodbye to my flip-flops and bikinis, when I turn my back on the scorching summer sun. But I am welcomed in the arms of colored leaves and Autumn breezes and I have never felt more in place.
ii. September weeped with me when I was left by the first boy I ever kissed. It witnessed a bright sunflower transforming into a dead tree with bare branches, not a leaf in sight. The dirt swallowed my tears and the wind covered up my cries. It stayed with me night after night until the sleeves of my sweaters dried up.
iii. I learned that trees did not die when the weather turned cooler in September. The falling of leaves is what helps the tree survive through a bitter cold winter. It seals the places where leaves would grow in order to skip the game of death. So maybe people are that way too, closing up and thinking it is the end; but it is not.
iv. Somehow, I like to associate September with endings but I have to say that it has brought many new starts in my life as well. Friendships, new hot drinks at my favorite coffee places, odd adventures, and new feelings.
v. Change isn’t bad. Change is the falling of leaves; one, two, three leaves slowly touching the ground. And between those shades of orange and yellow and brown is a voice calling your name. You may not want to make a mess but you’ll end up with a smile on your face the second you dare to jump in."
someone pick me up at 11 p.m. and I’ll sneak out and we’ll get milkshakes and bring a blanket to lay on under the stars and talk about why we don’t understand happiness but wish we could feel it anyways.
This is my friend Sam and I.
We go to a private boarding school in Lake Tahoe, California.
Sam is pan-sexual and myself, well, I am a bit confused of who I am at the moment.
Last night, our school had a formal dinner and I asked Sam to be my date a week ago, he said yes!
The night of the formal dinner, Sam asked our assistant headmaster if he could wear a dress, he said no before he had even finished the question. When Sam and I showed up to the dinner, we were holding hands and I was also holding the roses Sam had gave to me. Sam was wearing mascara and lipstick. Our assistant headmaster freaked out and told Sam if he didn’t get the makeup off, he would be in massive trouble. Sam and I went back to the room to get his makeup off and came back down. The whole night, he was telling us how bizarre and weird we were. The night ended and the morning rose. We both have our first class of Friday with our assistant headmaster. He told the both of us if our relationship went any further, he would take us behind the barn and beat us. He also told us if we were in public school, we would have our dicks chopped off by other kids. After an entire period of being teased, Sam and I got together and thought we needed to do something about this. So here I am, Julien Nicol, 15 years old, asking for your help to spread this around and have it know that California allows private schools to discriminate against people with certain sexual preferences.
Signal boost the fuck out of this.
How fucking dare he?!
He has no right to say that
What the fuck is wrong with our education system
this hedgehog is cheering for u bc u can do anything
please stop being cute it makes my heart sad because i can’t nap with you
the only advice you’ll ever need
It seems like it’s getting harder and harder to be away from home. I miss my family so fucking much. I want my sister back down here.
All I ever fucking do is cry because I miss home.
It’s not fun anymore.
I tweeted about going outside and my buddy wanted proof see
but little did he know I DIDN’T EVEN GO OUTSIDE