my mom is rly gonna love this poem
I love this so much that it actually makes me feel a genuine sense of happiness
talking to person u like alot and u feel like ur annoying them
"how did you fit so much text in that snapchat"
this is painfully accurate.
Every year several newly-born piglets are brought to us which have been found on main roads where there isn’t a pig farm nearby. Sows often give birth on the way to the slaughterhouse and the piglets fall from the slats on the lorries onto the highway. One slaughterhouse worker told us how sows often arrive at the abattoir having given birth on their final journey and the piglets are left floundering around on the lorry until somebody ‘dispatches them’. The farming industry will try to deny that this happens.
Hillside Animal Sanctuary
I HATE PEOPLE WHO ALWAYS BRING THE CONVERSATION BACK TO THEMSELVES FUCK YOU