But I think… I want to live with all my memories. Even if they’re bad memories. Even if they’re memories that only hurt me… that I’d rather forget. If I keep them and keep trying, without running away, then someday I’ll be strong enough that those memories can’t defeat me. I believe that because I want to think that there’s no such thing as a memory that’s ok to forget.

Momiji Sohma, Fruits Basket by Natsuki Takaya (via whenderful)

woodelf68:

savingtigerlilly:

allaboutfaith:

A tiger mother lost her cubs from premature labour. Shortly after she became depressed and her health declined, and she was diagnosed with depression. So they wrapped up piglets in tiger cloth, and gave them to the tiger. The tiger now loves these pigs and treats them like her babies.

I will always reblog this. Makes me so happy inside. 

OH MY ADORABLE

asdfghkjlk; so many feels for this

Pigers.