Jill Wellington

can i come over and stare at u like this

When the deer picks a better distance than your horse usually does

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS — (12/25) ↳ Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964)

BTW if you like my little pony (especially g1/g2/g3) my sideblog is @positivelypinkpony !!! if you also post MLP i will gladly follow you back 🐴 💗

DISRESPECT YOUR SURROUNDINGS ‼️‼️

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was lying on his hard, as it were armor-plated, back and when he lifted his head a little he could see his dome-like brown belly divided into stiff arched segments on top of which the bed quilt could hardly keep in position and was about to slide off completely. His numerous legs, which were pitifully thin compared to the rest of his bulk, waved helplessly before his eyes.

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Closest match: Rangifer tarandus platyrhyncus genome assembly, chromosome: 28 Common name: Svalbard Reindeer

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS — (12/25) ↳ Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer (1964)

Bonus Photo of the Day: the face of a reindeer who was assured there would be apples.

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Sometimes I feel like I am uniquely bad at being nonhuman.

A good day for me is one where I have enough energy to wash my hair. A good day is one where I can walk around the block and listen to the birds.

The thought of returning ‘home’ fills me with fear. With dread, even.

Safety is the human bed, the human meds, the mobility aids. Safety is the human who checks on me, who washes my hair when I can’t, who sits on the back step with me and strains to hear the birds when I’m too tired to walk.

Maybe I’m a bad animal. I’ve been too sick for too long to stay alive in the wild. Nonreleasable. Domesticated.

Too feral for human society; too weak for the wild.