Quand tu vois des abeilles comme ça, n’aie pas peur ! N’appelle pas les pompiers ni la protection civile, ne les déplace pas, ne les empoisonne pas, ne les tue pas !
Ce sont des abeilles en déplacement. Elles ne vont pas te faire de mal. Elles ne s’arrêtent que pendant environ 24 heures. Ne les dérange pas et évite de t’en approcher.
Si tu veux les aider, tu peux placer une assiette plate ou un récipient peu profond avec une fine couche d’eau sucrée. Observe-les se nourrir, reprendre de l’énergie, puis repartir sur leur chemin.
Nous devons tous protéger les essaims voyageurs. Les abeilles sont notre assurance de survie.
Si les abeilles meurent, nous mourrons ensuite. Sans abeilles, aucun être humain ne restera sur la surface de la Terre.
S’il te plaît, fais attention et ne tue pas les abeilles !
Crédit : propriétaire original
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@davelackie I wish there were stores where you could still smell these perfumes. There are rare now and Sephora Ulta and most department stores mostly offer the same perfumes nowadays....
Flashback Rewind 1984 🇬🇧🎸
“Eyes without a face…” 🖤👁️
When Billy Idol released “Eyes Without a Face” in 1984, he proved he was more than just sneer and swagger. Dark, moody, and hypnotic, the song blended new wave atmosphere with post-punk tension, creating something haunting and unforgettable. The pulsing bassline, icy synths, and Billy’s restrained vocal delivery gave the track an emotional depth that stood apart from the louder rock anthems of the era. It felt mysterious, romantic, and slightly dangerous — pure 80s cool. 🌒🎶
“Yesterday, we went to the shelter to meet the husky boy we had planned to adopt.
But life had a different plan.
In a quiet kennel, behind the glass, sat a pit bull—large and solid, blue-gray in color, a white patch on his chest, a red collar around his neck. His posture was the saddest I’ve ever seen.
People often label pit bulls as aggressive or dangerous, but in truth they’re deeply loyal, sensitive, and full of love for humans.
He showed none of that here.
He sat with his back against the wall, head lowered, eyes heavy—like a dog who had been misunderstood and overlooked for so long that he no longer knew how to hope.
No pacing.
No barking.
Just silence.
A blue-gray pit bull judged long before anyone took the time to know him.
The volunteer spoke softly.
“He’s been here a while. He’s incredibly sweet and gentle. But people pass him by because he’s a pit bull. In the kennel, he just shuts down.”
That was all it took.
That quiet resilience.
That misunderstood strength.
He wasn’t broken—he was tired.
I looked at my partner.
They looked at me.
No discussion needed.
Some decisions don’t come from logic—they come from the heart recognizing an injustice.
“We’ll take him,” I said.
The ride home was silent.
No excitement.
No wagging tail.
He curled up in the back seat, his blue-gray body tucked tight, flinching at every sound.
But every now and then, he lifted his head and let the sunlight fall across his face—like he was reminding himself that warmth and safety still exist.
That night, in his new home—his forever home—he chose a corner of the room and fell into a deep sleep.
The kind of sleep that only comes when a body finally believes it’s safe.
One blue-gray pit bull.
One misunderstood soul.
And a lifetime of love just beginning.
Welcome home, brave boy.
You’re safe now.
You’re wanted.
And you will never be alone again.
Give a rescue dog the chance they deserve—adopt and change a life today."
Credit : Thomas Harnois