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yes i think ali deserved better. yes i also think that sang-woo is hot af and am in love with him. we exist.
business majors be like damn i have a human rights violation due tomorrow
āIn 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, āHoney, his motherās not coming. Heās been here six weeks. Nobodyās coming!ā
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a āsinnerā and already dead to her, and that she wouldnāt even claim his body when he died.
āI went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, āOh, momma. I knew youād comeā, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, āIām here, honey. Iām hereā, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her familyās large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruthās work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, āThey would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and hereād come the money. Thatās how weād buy medicine, thatās how weād pay rent. If it hadnāt been for the drag queens, I donāt know what we would have doneā, Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her familyās plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the āCemetery Angelā.āā by Ra-Ey Saley
Sheās 60 now, sheās still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.
She published her book November of 2020
even all the way in dallas, gay men in the late 80s/early 90s said her name with reverence.
I was around at that time and it was such a weird and cruel thing. Even nurses, apparently, didnāt understand how this disease spread and thought you could get it from drinking fountains and toilet seats and yet everyone who had it was branded for what it meant about them. Kids had gotten it from blood transfusions and finding needles in alleyways, yet here we were. Hateful or scared people everywhere.
I can see why they were afraid since it was a death sentence then. But I canāt understand leaving your own little boy to die alone. FYI: human beings are full of contradictions and they are entirely capable of caring for people whose choices donāt match their own.
What this post didnāt mention was the predictable persecution Ruth received from her āChristianā community. This disgusts me on multiple levels. First, because Ruth with her non-judgmental mercy was the one among them who was truly acting the way Christ would. And second⦠because of the way people feel emboldened to stigmatize and mistreat others when they have a gang to back them up.
your last words before you die are the 3rd line of the last song you listened to. what are we saying ladies?
My mama told me when I young āwe are all born superstarsā
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To risk a dream, the shadow crossed the sky
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is you bedroom ceiling bored?
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āi find it hard to have no answersāĀ walk but in a garden, LLusion
i donāt have anyone to tag so if you see this just consider yourself tagged!!
āyouāre kidding, right? sheās head over heels in love with you!ā
OFFICIAL TRAILER || Percy Jackson Adapted Series, coming soon to Disney+
I love watching my mutuals go on epic reblog sprees for fandoms I know nothing about. like yassss gurl we do be hyperfixating
whenever coriolanus talks about lucy gray in a i-want-to-grow-old-with-you-and-plant-roses-on-our-balcony-together way, and especially when he calls her his girl i feel like iām listening to carolina by harry styles..like it just makes me so happy (even though thereās always the fact that i know he becomes a terrible person and the fact that after the tenth hunger games have been won thereās still nearly 300 pages more to go until the end of the book and at least 50 pages of those are going to be unbearable angst.. im only at the second page of part III pls pray for me)
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suzanne collins naming capitol citizens in her books
beatrice prior, about tobias eaton <3
sometimes you need to remind yourself that youāre a part of something bigger. youāll step into the sun feeling like a ghost, but you will return with something new and hopeful stirring in you. maybe you need some time to sit under a shade of a big tree and do nothing else except feel a sense of connection and unexplainable fondness to that tree. maybe you need time to lie beside the stream and watch the way sunlight falls on water, thinking nothing except āhow pretty...ā feeling close to the earth and sky will remind you of how little your worries are. the trees and stars understand your solitude, and creatures and birds accept you as part of their landscape without asking anything of you. when youāre alone, nature reminds you that even if you are invisible and fleeting, your existence is a miracle and youāre part of the earth. you exist at the same time as the little black cat you saw in your garden and that alone connects you to them. you belong here, just as much as the sparrows and flowers do. youāre alive and you belong. everything else is so small and temporary.
- Suzanne Collins,Ā The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes
243 days with tumblr.. hi
243 days and i still donāt know where the fuck my saved drafts go
243 days with tumblr.. hi
no bc..the ballad of songbirds and snakes is my favourite book by suzanne collins and i havenāt even finished it yet (spoilerish warning??)