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this is my first giveaway!


  • 2 clear quartz points
  • 1 tumbled amethyst
  • 1 tumbled fluorite
  • 1 wire wrapped clear quartz point
  • 1 wire wrapped tumbled amethyst

rules and qualification:

  • just reblog this post to enter the giveaway, nothing more!
  • likes do not count, but you can bookmark with likes.
  • don’t spam, one reblog is fine.
  • you have to follow me!
  • deleting or editing the text of this post will disqualify you.
  • you have to be at least 18 years old to enter this giveaway (tumblr guidelines).
  • your ask box must be open so i can contact you when you’re the chosen one.
  • you must be willing to give me a shipping address to send the prizes.
  • the lucky winner must respond within 48 hours or another winner will be chosen.
  • don’t tag it as giveaway but as 0190377 so i know you have read the rules.

other information:

  • this giveaway ends on tuesday september 30th, 2014 at 3pm EST.
  • there will be one happy winner!
  • the winner will be chosen at random with
  • the worth of this giveaway is about 25,-€
  • of course i will pay for shipping expenses, including international shipping.

if you have any questions feel free to ask me!
good luck (: 🍀✨








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.



id be totally completely lying if i said that story didnt make me straight up weep
adopt a cat, yall

This is the same with dogs though remember. A lot of dogs don’t get rehomed because they’re less adoptable.

My mums bf actually was looking at dogs and cats on a site the other day, and commented something that made me and mum go ‘awww’. His quote?
"I’m looking for the ugliest dog or cat. Because if I’m going to adopt one, I want the one who noone else will give a chance.’

Same here.

My first cat, named Hilde, was 11 years old when I got her.  She lived in an industrial area her whole life. The people there treated her so badly that she nearly died because of that.
Until one day where two young women, who worked there, caught her and brought her to the nearest village (where I lived). They looked for someone who would keep her.
When I first saw Hilde I was disgusted: She was ugly, sick and half-dead. I didn’t even want to touch her.
But when the girls told my family and me everything and that they didn’t want to bring her  in an animal shelter, we were like “Yeah, fine. We’ll keep her for a few weeks and we’ll find someone for her.”
We never gave her away actually because in the end, when we got to know her, she was beautiful. She was absolutely perfect. She loved us so much and we loved her.
Hilde died when she was 20 years old. Not because she was ill or anything - simply because of her age. 

The second animal I had was a dog, Mathilda. I got her from a dog breeder who wanted to kill her because she was disabled. Not something she would be suffering from or would be in pain - but it was clear, that she wouldn’t live as long as other dogs.
She was already a few months old by then and I didn’t actually plan to take her with me. I knew I wanted a dog but I wanted to have a look at different breeds first. But when the dog breeder told me he wanted to kill her ( - I took her home with me. 
She died a few months ago when she was 4 years old. It was because of her illness. She was fine all these years but in April it suddenly broke out and then she started to suffer. The doctor had to put her to sleep. It was a really hard decision but I wasn’t able to see her like that any longer and there was no chance of healing. She already stopped eating. So I had to do it.
When I look back I know that Mathilda had a short life but it was a good one. A really good one. She was the cutest dog and gave me all her love - and I loved her so much. 

So in the end: Hilde and Mathilda were maybe not the prettiest animals - but they were just as perfect. 

I’m telling everyone who looks out for an animal - have a look at the “broken” ones. They’re beautiful too, even if they have just one leg or are already old. By taking one you will give them the chance of a good life for the years they have left  - and they will love you so much for that. 




“I guess your grades are more important to you than your morals are,” my English teacher spits out, lecturing our class about cheating that’s been going on in the school.

My classmates and I exchange glances. Well, yeah, we all seem to be thinking together. Isn’t that what they’ve been showing us since middle school?

#also that our grades are more important #than ourselves.

and our mental and physical health.

(Source: dersedaydreaming)

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