MoonwalkinMJ
Mommy and Daddy cat kiss while watching over their babies

Mommy and Daddy cat kiss while watching over their babies

Remember The Time: A Summary
Queen: (it's hot in this bitch)
Queen: I'm bored.... I wanna be entertained
Queen: Can my pharaoh find some way to entertain his queen?
Pharaoh: lol I gotchu *clap, clap*
Queen: (Bitch, that's not what I meant)
-Irrelevant Entertainers come out an get executed-
*Mystery Man Comes Out*
Pharaoh: lol, what you about to do?
*Mystery Man*: (lol I'm bout to steal yo girl)
*sprinkles magic powder, jumps in,and disappears*
Everybody: OH SHIT!
*MJ unravels*
MJ: hey gurl
MJ: whatcho name is?
Pharaoh: the fuck??
MJ: I know you want this, girl
Queen: (Shawty lookin fine af)
MJ: *giggles*
Pharaoh: not amused rn
MJ: aye gurl, you remembah when we fell in love?
MJ: we was young and innocent then
Queen: Oh, I REMEMBER alright...
MJ: and remembah how it all began?
MJ: all that fuckin' seemed like heaven so why did it end?
Queen: lord jesus if I wasn't married....
MJ: you remembah all that other stuff we did?
MJ: like holding hands?
*walks up to her*
Pharaoh: Don't come any closer, bitch
MJ: *kisses the Queen's hand*
Queen: Ooh baby, yessss!
Pharaoh: Oh HELL nah!
Pharoah: GUARDS!!
MJ: LOL *runs*
Magic Johnson: well damn...
Queen: I want hiiiiiim
Pharaoh: This some bullshit
MJ: oh shit, they after me!
Guards: Get dat nigga!
MJ: *dances his way to a group of palace girls*
MJ: 'sup ladies
Palace girls: (ooooh, he fine as hell)
-switches to the Queen*
Queen: ugh, where is heee,
Queen: I'm sprung
MJ: I WILL NEVUH
MJ: FORGET WHAT WE
MJ: HAD!
MJ: NOW BABY!
Queen: where he went at?
MJ: 'sup shawty
MJ: you missed me?
Queen: yaaaaaaaaaaas!
-passionate kiss-
*Slays everyone's existence with choreography*
MJ: IN THE PARK, ON THE BEACH
MJ: YOU AND ME, IN SPAIN
MJ: AND ALL THAT GOOD SHIT!
MJ: DRRRRRAAAAP, DAP DAP DAP, DRRRRAAAAP, DAPA-DAP!
*dancing ends*
MJ: damn, that kiss was...
Pharoah: GOT YO ASS!
MJ: lol not really
Guards: THERE HE GO
Guards: GET HIS ASS!
MJ: lol bye
*disappears into golden dust*
THE END
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vashxthexstampede:















Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

















To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.



Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.


I will forever reblog this

I’m gonna cry. That was so beautiful

Oh my god I started tearing up.

omg, you don’t even know how much a cry right now, i’m not kidding. that’s the most beautiful thing i ever read, thank you 

I cried

thestorysodumb:

newyorkgold:

portland-kid:

vrede:

tofux:

breadzepplin:

vashxthexstampede:

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.

Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.

To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.

Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.

I will forever reblog this

I’m gonna cry. That was so beautiful

Oh my god I started tearing up.

omg, you don’t even know how much a cry right now, i’m not kidding. that’s the most beautiful thing i ever read, thank you 

I cried

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THE WORST PART OF HAVING CURLY HAIR IS WHEN PEOPLE ASK IF YOU HAVE BRUSHED YOUR HAIR LIKE NO I FUCKING HAVEN’T BECAUSE IF I DO THAT I WILL POOF UP AND LOOK LIKE A FUCKING CLOUD SO WOULD YOU RATHER WALK AROUND WITH A FUCKING CLOUD HEAD OR WITH PRETTY CURLS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND EAT YOUR STRAW HAIR


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