So uh im a black trans lesbian and ive been trying to get a new job since the last one I had let me go for bullshit reasons, I was in a car crash in the work truck and wasnt the one driving but the guy who was didnt get canned, and I still havent found a new one yet and I need help paying rent since unemployment hasnt come in yet I need 1100$ by the 30th
good news yall! i have job lined up but it wont start til mid august please keep sharing and donating i REALLY dont wanna get me and my disabled gf evicted
internalised ableism will have you putting yourself through insane fucking torment for no reason because you are used to being judged unable to understand and manage your own pain
this is a bit of an emergency but we need so much help with groceries. in SO SORRY I keep asking, we are three black people (me being trans) trying to survive mostly on tips for my art and sisters job. anything helps 💜💜💜🐇
If my father passes away, please remember that I begged you for a small donation or to share his post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and doesn't support it with a single word or a small donation, and simply ignores it.
I write this letter trembling with fear for my father. He has been suffering excruciating pain from cancer, and I cannot afford all the medications he needs due to their high cost. All I wish is for him to stop suffering every day, so I implore you to stand by him and help him purchase his medications as soon as possible.
Worse still, his health has deteriorated sharply, and he has great difficulty moving. The pain and weakness have rendered him unable to lead a normal life. He urgently needs medical attention and ongoing treatment to improve his condition, but the cost of treatment is prohibitively expensive for us. Currently, he cannot sleep comfortably due to the constant pain, and he cannot afford the medications and painkillers that might alleviate his suffering because of their high prices.
He needs your help to alleviate his pain and save him as quickly as possible. Please, he doesn't want to die. Help us raise the necessary funds for his treatment and surgery as soon as possible Stand by him. Please donate.
My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨👧👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.
But the war took everything from us… 💔
In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.
After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.
Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.
The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.
I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.
Because of the war in Gaza, I lost everything — my home 🏚️ and my work in law, as I am a law graduate ⚖️. My wife and my daughter Malak suff
Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.
Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.
Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.
I just learned about this recently from a Viking reenactor! Indigo dye isn't blue until it oxidizes, so when you dye with indigo your cloth or thread doesn't come out of the water blue, it comes out and then reacts with the oxygen in the air and seems to spontaneously turn blue in front of your eyes. It's a really cool process to witness.
