Young fox rescued from deep mud at urban building site where it was found fighting for life in a hole
(Source: error888, via kristophermichael)
Young fox rescued from deep mud at urban building site where it was found fighting for life in a hole
(Source: error888, via kristophermichael)
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i already know what you’re all thinking. “she’s going to regret that when she gets older.” or, “that tattoo doesn’t even have any meaning behind it.” maybe you’re even thinking it looks incredibly stupid and that’s fine with me, considering everyone probably thinks that. but there actually is meaning behind this tattoo and if i do regret it, oh well. “”“yolo”“”
i saw something similar to this on the internet a few years ago and always thought about getting something like it on myself. i grew up with horror movies, mostly zombie films, and i’ve always been known as “the zombie girl” because i was always so obsessed. around 1999, i saw evil dead and automatically fell in love. these movies were pretty much the only thing that helped my dad and i bond. we find random zombie movies that are playing only in one theater, hours away, and we’ll pick a day and drive there just to see it. mainly, the reason i got the tattoo is for it to say, holding things in won’t help, those bad things will always find a way out somehow, and it will end up causing something much worse. about four years ago, my dad moved out, my mom started dating a man that makes me miserable, he moved in, and i started high school. it put a lot of stress on me and eventually, i was diagnosed with depression. let me make this completely clear first, i am an extremely happy and positive person. having depression does not mean being completely miserable all the time and hating life. there’s so much more to it than that. all i wanted to do was sleep and stay inside and last year, it really hit me. during may and june of 2011, i hit rock bottom and nobody knew. being afraid to tell somebody something becase you don’t know what they’ll think is probably the worst feeling. it wasn’t to the point of ending my life, but i was just completely unhappy with everything. it took a while, but i convinced myself that in order to be happy, i have to stay positive and keep myself busy. so within the past year, i started my job, took classes at three different schools, received my wildlife rehabilitator license, and took part in many different things. depression isn’t something that just goes away, but i can definitely say that i kicked depression’s ass. i believe it started to get worse during those two months because i have a habit of keeping everything to myself. basically, this tattoo is a reminder of what i’ve overcome and to do everything in my power to avoid becoming that way again. i haven’t told anyone about this yet, considering most people see depression as a way to get attention. i’ve held this in four years, the last thing i want is attention. i just thought i should clear up my tattoo and why i got it because people seem to think it was a pointless purchase.