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refresh my page i'm not done talking yet
This is a museum of femmepentheus.
In my next life I will be reborn as #tiresias.
DID sucks because in the morning you think "maybe I'm actually normal and I should stop overanalyzing my experiences and just enjoy life" and in the evening you get possessed by the ghost of yourself from 2018
my friend took in a stray and she’s the cutest kitty ever but he named her oil so whenever he sends a picture of her me and my other friends look like we’re roleplaying as the US military
in our defense this is oil
i will never be forced to be in "community" with nazis and pedophiles i dont give a fuck
ppl have been saying this but i really do despise how much radqueer 4chan type bullshit is being spread thru queer tumblr space currently like. what are we fucking doing man. hating lolicons and nazis used to be normal
Castle ruins, Ireland, date unknown.
Brown eyes are so iconic and beautiful
Green eyes are even more iconic and beautiful.
If i met a white person irl I’d beat the shit out of them and mug them just because of this post. Because of you. Maybe even kill them. Because of you. You had to say this and now some random cracker bitch is gonna die. Are you happy? Was it worth it?
There's now a gofundme for my dad's Stage 4 Colon Cancer treatment
My name is Dianne Reed, I am starting this gofundme for my nephew, Dani… Dianne Reed needs your support for Supporting Daniel : A Father, Te
Teacher with Stage 4 Colon Cancer Needs Help
My dad is a science teacher at a public middle school. A month after turning 50, he suddenly learned he has stage 4 colon cancer that's metastasized to his liver and lungs. When I visited him in the hospital, he kept repeating the words "I'm scared. I don't want to die." I turned my head to the wall and cried.
My mom, an LVN, has been driving to his place often in order to care for him and empty his ileostomy bag, which he's still too scared to even look at. Not being able to go to the bathroom normally, and dealing with accidents where the bag of his own waste bursts and leaks onto him makes him feel humiliated and is causing him to become extremely depressed.
We're thankful that my mother a nurse, but she makes much less than he does as a teacher, and has been draining her retirement for his treatment. She's also had to take ubers lately to go see him because she can't drive at night, as she has a serious vision disability due to a genetic condition that eventually results in blindness.
Most of the money received is from my mom, other family members, and former students of my father. But what's maybe even more important than the amount received, is the number of people donating. I can see how hopeful and excited it makes my dad to see just 5 donations in a day from people he doesn't know.
When multiple strangers donate even just $5 each in a day, I can tell that it makes him even more excited than it does to see that same amount donated by one person in a day. (which is still very exciting!! One person who reblogged this donated $100, which was so generous that my parents were scratching their heads trying to figure out who they knew with the name Adrian. Thank you so much to that very kind person who doesn't even follow me 😭🤍🩷)
The other day, I asked mutuals to donate, and 5 people sent $5-$25, bringing the gfm up ~$80. My mom called my dad to let him know, "all those donations came from her freaks on tumblr!!" He thanked me over and over and was amazed when I told him this post was shared 500 times. He said, that's so many people! It really brightened his day so much.
I would appreciate it if you could take the time to open his page, even if you can only donate $1. For you, it may be just a small dent in our goal that won't make a difference. But to him, it shows that there's one more human out there who sees him, who's thinking about him, who knows his name, knows what he's going through, and wishes for him to recover. Even a dollar means the world to us!!!
Please, think about saving this post and donating $1, $5, or $10 this week. Share it online, with people you know irl, with anyone who could help. If you can't spare anything now, I'd appreciate if you could take the time to just pray for him and his recovery. You can send an ask to let me know if you'd like, as prayers are something that comfort my dad a great deal.
Thank you everyone who's supported us so far, I love you all dearly and I'm so incredibly grateful for your help.
$3,501/$12,000
^ There's also a wishlist if any of you would like to help through this instead
BITING YOU BITING YOU BITING YOU
and after all this im still horny. the human spirit is unbreakable
Happy Pride all the queers in my phone. But an extra happy pride to all the bisexuals in straight passing relationships. To the trans people still living in the closet for their safety. To the nonbinary people getting misgendered. To the ace and aro people who sometimes feel like Pride isn’t for them. To the BIPOC people who face discrimination in the queer community. To everyone who feels like they aren’t queer enough.
You are enough. Pride is for you.
Nizhny Novgorod district
Married woman’s festive attire, XIX century.
Maiden’s festive attire.
Female Old Believer’s festive clothing.
His ground flows with milk, flows with wine, flows with nectar of bees. Like smoke of incense streaming aloft his pinetorch blazes. He darts. He runs. He dances. He touches them to fire if they lag and rouses them with shouts if they wander, and all the while his long hair streaming on the wind and all the while his low voice pulsing into them, Run, Bakkhai! Run, Bakkhai! You amazing golden creatures!
Euripides, tr. Anne Carson, from Bakkhai
odysseus and palamedes