I’m never throwing a cigarette butt on the ground again. Holy shit.
YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN THROWING YOUR CIGARETTES ON THE GROUND ANYWAYS
omfg poor baby
I’m so glad this post exists. I took ecology in high school and apparently a lot of animals are attracted to the smell of cigarettes and they eat them whenever they can find them. Sometimes they’ll even wander onto roads at night if they smell one and they’ll get hit by cars doing so. And they can’t digest them. The cigarettes just sit in their stomachs until they run out of space and then they starve because they always feel full. I don’t understand why people can’t just put their cigarettes out and then toss them in the trash bin or keep them in an ashtray in their cars until they get home. Is it really that hard?
This makes me so sad.
This rabbit didn’t die from eating those butts, it is a piece of artwork to highlight the importance of the environment and not littering.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.” – Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them