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“So, Dale, you said something to me last night. You said that when you find the right girl… When you got it good, you don’t do anything to screw it up.
But for some people, and I’m one of them, I think you have to screw it up, before you realize that you’ve got it good.”
FOLLOWER GIVEAWAY!
I decided to do a little giveaway to celebrate hitting 350 followers. It’s mostly Farm Sanctuary/vegan/anarchist literature, and there’s some pretty good stuff included! I’m picking TWO winners, so here’s what’s included for each prize:
Giveaway #1
- A Farm Sanctuary mousepad
- Barefoot and in the Kitchen - a vegan recipe zine with recipes for stuffed shells, chocolate cupcakes, tofu scramble, potatoes au gratin, and more!
- Farm Sanctuary - eye-opening book by the president and co-founder of Farm Sanctuary, Gene Baur, about what it took to establish the United States’ leading farm animal protection organization
- Exist! zine - anarchism in a nutshell
Giveaway #2
- A 2013 Farm Sanctuary calendar (I know the year’s almost halfway up, but who doesn’t like looking at pictures of adorable farm animals all year round?)
- Anarchism: What it Really Stands For zine
- Vegan Bake Sale - more than 150 recipes for sweets like lemon bars, rocky road brownies, pumpkin and cranberry muffins, and more!
- Memories of Freedom - an awesome zine about the animal rights movement in America, by the Western Wildlife Unit of the Animal Liberation Front
SO! Here are the rules:
- Reblog as much as you like; only reblogs will count
- Ask box must be open when giveaway ends to win
- You must be following me to win
- Winners will be chosen at random; whoever is picked first will get to choose which prize they want!
- Giveaway ends May 17th
I think that’s it….message me if you have any questions!
One more week to enter the giveaway, then I’ll be picking the winners!
The repugnance to animal food is not the effect of experience, but is an instinct. It appeared more beautiful to live low and fare hard in many respects; and though I never did so, I went far enough to please my imagination. I believe that every man who has ever been earnest to preserve his higher or poetic faculties in the best condition has been particularly inclined to abstain from animal food, and from much food of any kind…
It is hard to provide and cook so simple and clean a diet as will not offend the imagination; but this, I think, is to be fed when we feed the body they should both sit down at the same table. Yet perhaps this may be done. The fruits eaten temperately need not make us ashamed of our appetites, nor interrupt the worthiest pursuits. But put an extra condiment into your dish, and it will poison you.
- Excerpt from Thoreau’s “Walden”
Its a good year for a murder
She’s praying to Jesus, she’s pulling the trigger
There’s no tears, cause he’s not here
She washes her hands, and she fixes the dinner
But soon they’ll be coming, to rush her away
No one’s so sure if her crime had a reason
Reasons like seasons
They constantly change
And the seasons of last year
Like reasons have floated away
Away with this spilt milk
Away with this dirty dish water, away
Seventeen years, and all that he gave was a daughter
“It’s me and the moon,” she says
I got no trouble with that
But i am a butterfly, you wouldn’t let me die
“It’s me and the moon,” she says
And it’s over, but just started
The blood stained the carpet
Her heart like a crystal
She’s lucid and departed
A life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away
Away with these nightmares
Away with suburbia
Shakedown away
You marry a role and
You give up your soul til you break down
“It’s me and the moon,” she says
I got no trouble with that,
But I am a butterfly, you wouldn’t let me die
“It’s me and the moon,” she says
But what do you say we go for a ride?
What do you say we get high?
But I’m so tired of days that feel like the night
“It’s me and the moon,” she says
And I got no trouble with that,
But I am a butterfly, you wouldn’t let me die
I am a butterfly,
I am a butterfly,
I am a butterfly
Who gives a fuck about your first love.
a big round of applause for your
Second love,
Because they taught you
That love still exists
After you thought it
Never could again
Life goal: live out of my car and travel the continental United States. You can’t truly appreciate your roots until you’ve explored every nook and cranny. I haven’t given up on you, America!
When I think of living out of a car I don’t think of it like this but this looks pretty cozy.
Where do you shower
Actually doing this in August!! Very excited for my future!
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