darkeyedsister:

❤ RIKU NEEDS HELP! PLEASE REBLOG! ❤

Hi guys,

2 nights ago my cat Riku became very ill and had to be rushed to the animal hospital for complications with lower urinary tract disease. He had an emergency procedure done that saved his life but is still unable to pass fluids on his own, and needs more help before he can come home or get better. I’ve maxed out my credit card paying for him. and right now his bills are at $2000. He needs between $700 and $2500 more depending on whether or not he’s going to need surgery after being catheterized for the next two days. I am completely at a loss for what to do, as I don’t qualify for their loan program because I have shit credit.

If there’s anything you can spare, even a dollar, he and I would appreciate it from the bottom of our hearts. I’ve set up a paypal for him at getbetterriku@gmail.com - I feel really shitty for even having to ask, but I had to do this even though I couldn’t afford it. He’s my angel/the light of my life/the sweetest creature I’ve ever known, and I can’t let him go yet.

I live in Montreal and can provide a picture of his first bill if anyone wants proof.

Thank you for reading, and please reblog this post if you can ❤

oh wow hey shit whoops I’m alive yes sorry nothing to see here actually

that’s all bye

dirtyguam replied to your post: It makes me really sad when other people are…

the tag is perfect haha. love you caitlin. people who get happy over small things have mastered living in the moment. if all you think about is dissapointment..then that’s what you will gravitate.

People who get happy over small things possibly aren’t struggling with depression. I look out for myself. Love you too, E.

Last night I went to bed at 9. Tonight it’s 8 and I want to go to bed. Soon I will potentially be going to bed while I’m still at work. There’s a twin-sized mattress being stored in the back office; it’s doable.

Amazon just suggested I put a self-help book on emotionally abusive and controlling men on my baby registry.

I have five dollars until next Wednesday. Today was okay but I don’t feel any better. All I want to do is sleep and count ceiling tiles. Good thing my house has ceiling tiles.

It makes me really sad when other people are excited about small things. I don’t know if it’s the prospect that they may be disappointed later and I’m sad for them in advance, or if it’s because I rarely get excited by little things anymore; my fear and dislike of disappointment is so great that I just avoid the feeling period. Also there’s the constant unspoken realization of “oh so-and-so is so happy right now but they’re going to be dead one day.” Even if it works out happiness doesn’t last forever or even for very long. Why am I like this.

lol how pissed do y’all thing the new yorker is about that shit site holding down thenewyorker.com how many times do you think they’ve tried to buy that url

idk why I think about this shit I remember when facebook bought the fb.com url from farm bureau the internet is just funny to me shrug

twenty-two years old don’t have a mailbox, have to have lingerie from questionably named companies delivered to my parents’ house, I’m a devil child

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