Guinea pigs: YOU CLEANED MY CAGE AND IN RETURN I WILL SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
Guinea pigs: WOAH, IS THAT THE FOOD BAG I HEAR? I SHALL SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
Guinea pigs: YOUR REFILLING MY WATER BOTTLE? I WILL SING THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
Guinea pigs: DID I HEAR YOU MOVE IN BED? YOU MUST BE AWAKE AND I SHALL SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.
*WEEKWEEKWEEKWEEKWEEK*
I’d like to start a project for all those on tumblr.
I make lucky paper stars. But, from now on, I’d like to make them for a purpose.
If you (have ever)-
Self harm
Abused
Depression
Suicidal
Eating disorderReblog this and I’ll write your URL on the paper before I fold it into the star. I would like to see how full the jar is by this day next year.




