Photographs from National Geographic’s new Documentary “Extraordinary Animals in the Womb”
GOD is AMAZING <3
my dream bedroom lol
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The Bull Who Cried
Reported by “Weekly World News”, in Hong Kong, a group of workers took a bull to the slaughterhouse. They were about to enter the facillity when the bull suddenly stopped and knelt on its front paws.
The bull was crying.
Shiu, one of the workers, claims he started to shiver seeing those “scared and sad eyes”, and, as much as they tried to pull the bull inside, it wouldn’t move and just stood there, sobbing like a child.
The workers were not able to slay it, also tearing up at the sight, collecting funds to buy the animal and deliver it to the care of the monks of a nearby temple.
Apparently, when they said they would not kill it, the bull got up and followed them.
this is so moving
look at that face! :(
This just touched my heart so much ahhh i feel like crying too. So happy he gets to live. (:
I wish this could happen to every animal at the slaughterhouse……….
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I miss this.
Oh, where do I begin?
Perhaps I should begin with the part where I excuse myself to myself for not keeping up with what I love best — writing.
I guess time, routine, and responsibility have slowly and secretly pushed me away from me, and the little simple things I love.
I don’t feel like myself sometimes. I am still growing accustomed to everything.
I have transitioned from a part of my life onto another phase.
From an adolescent merely tasting responsibility to an adult with every sort of weight and responsibility on their back. Not to be taken wrong. I hope I don’t sound whiney or as if I’m complaining. Truth is, I love it. I love it all.
Not all days are good but not all days are bad. I guess I just try to make the best of everyday. I feel blessed to be alive, to have love, to go to sleep with a good man and wake up showered with kisses.
I guess, I just miss myself. My own time, my own space, my solitude,my own ways, my old habits, my ways of doing things, being my own critic being my own boss.
Now I have a new boss ( my head ) , a new critic, a new partner, a new roommate, a new guide, a new ‘reinforcer of bad habits’.
I suppose this is all for the best and God has placed him in my life for a reason.
As for me, I am learning to be patient, calm, submissive and a good woman.
I just need to take a little time to relax and make some time for myself. Stop complaining about not enough quality time being spent with me and spend that quality time with MYSELF.
I need to get back to writing, reading for pleasure, running for fun ( and not for the pressure of ‘looking good’ or ‘being good enough’ ) playing soccer, and making time to talk to old friends.
Nobody stops me but myself.
I will get in touch with that old Lucy, I miss her <3
in everything <3
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yup.
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her expression says it all.
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<3
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