Apparently today is the feast day dedicated to ancient roman male (queer) prostitutes. HAPPY ROMAN RENT BOY DAY EVERYONE. FEAST ON DICK THEMED FOODS
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Apparently today is the feast day dedicated to ancient roman male (queer) prostitutes. HAPPY ROMAN RENT BOY DAY EVERYONE. FEAST ON DICK THEMED FOODS
this is pretty damn hard to write
Hey guys. This is Evren/Korrasdelts. As some of you can tell from the URL change (and my going dark on facebook, instagram and twitter, for those of you who follow me there) I’ve been being stalked.
Last month I cut off contact from my manipulative and emotionally abusive mother. Over the past ten years or so of my life she has just gotten worse and worse, and due to her own mental illness (which she refuses to acknowledge) her toxic relationship with me was not being sorted. When I suggested counselling at Easter, she told me never to return home. When I did eventually come to visit, as with the past few years she immediately aggravated and triggered my own mental shit (anxiety, depression, self harm and suicidal ideation). I regularly told friends that I was unsure how I would survive until September.
I’ve been unemployed since January. Though I am going back to university in September I failed out last year due to mental health reasons and so this past year has been very difficult fiscally and emotionally. I am still looking for a job (as I had to leave the one I’d just found when I cut my mum off) and am currently homeless in London, though thankfully couchsurfing at the moment.
Jobwise, I have retail, housekeeping, waitressing, receptionist/management, barwork and client services experience, with my pre-christmas job at F0rtnum and M@sons. I will also proofread your shit if you wanna pay me to do that. I also have experience copywriting (I did some copy for a campaigner for this General Election, and I wrote copy for a hotel I worked at). I will also draw you things and write you poems for money.
I will hopefully be housed by late August, but until then the emotional toll of being jobless and homeless is pretty fucking high (plus other recent issues like being sexually assault, ha ha ha). Though the freedom from my mother has on the whole affected my mental health overwhelmingly positively, the listlessness has started me sliding back towards depression which is not what I need at the moment. One of the friends who is storing my stuff and allowing me to stay over regularly recently told me that it was ‘very hard to be around me’ when I was depressed and uninvited me from staying there for the next week, which meant I had no access to spare clothes and sundry. It is imperative that I do not slide into depressive behaviour, or I will not have anywhere to sleep for the next few months. My welcome in my friends’ homes depends on my being an easy guest, as several of my friends are mentally ill themselves and fairly require time for their own self care. I am based in East London, with very good transport links. I can walk most anywhere and since I am not paying rent, can work at pretty much anything for any wage (since London wage for 20 year olds isn’t that bad) for any hours. I’m a petite DFAB person so the only jobs I don’t wanna do are ones that require making my way home at night. If possible I would prefer to work in and am very good at an office environment situation (i.e. 9-5 type stuff). I am a very good worker (before Christmas, I literally worked myself into a physical breakdown!! I love working!!) and have been working since I was 15. Job searching is something very specific that triggers my anxiety and so any ideas would be brilliant. If you have any job ideas or offers, please do let me know here or i can give you my email. If you feel like giving my CV to anyone to back up a recommendation, ask me and I can email you a copy.
I hate to ask, but if you feel like dropping some (any! even 20p! Ramen is only 17p) change in my paypal for my upcoming school books or food, the address is h r f i l g a t e @ g m a i l . C o m. Or message me and I can give ya my bank deets, w h a t e v e r . Please please do reblog if you havent any spare change or job ideas. I really hate to make this post, but after a month or so of existing as best I can, I’m reachin the end of my tether slightly.
Thanks so much for reading. I appreciate it. Apologies for the long post. (If you’re reading this and you know me IRL, you do plenty anyway and this doesn’t apply to you I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND YOU DO SO MUCH FOR ME)
Re blogging cos I wasn't receiving payments and had to change emails
so i know you guys think that the celebrity catfish Lucia Cole is hilarious (it is) but did u kno that in the dark times of internet users born before 1990 there was another, more hilarious faker, who sockpuppeted her way to infamy before Catfish was even a thing
thats right, baby
msscribe is back
(its the only explanation)
this is pretty damn hard to write
Hey guys. This is Evren/Korrasdelts. As some of you can tell from the URL change (and my going dark on facebook, instagram and twitter, for those of you who follow me there) I’ve been being stalked.
Last month I cut off contact from my manipulative and emotionally abusive mother. Over the past ten years or so of my life she has just gotten worse and worse, and due to her own mental illness (which she refuses to acknowledge) her toxic relationship with me was not being sorted. When I suggested counselling at Easter, she told me never to return home. When I did eventually come to visit, as with the past few years she immediately aggravated and triggered my own mental shit (anxiety, depression, self harm and suicidal ideation). I regularly told friends that I was unsure how I would survive until September.
I’ve been unemployed since January. Though I am going back to university in September I failed out last year and so this past year has been very difficult fiscally and emotionally. I am still looking for a job (as I had to leave the one I’d just found when I cut my mum off) and am currently homeless in London, though thankfully couchsurfing at the moment.
Jobwise, I have retail, housekeeping, waitressing, receptionist/management, barwork and client services experience, with my pre-christmas job at F0rtnum and M@sons. I will hopefully be housed by late August, but until then the emotional toll of being jobless and homeless is pretty fucking high (plus other recent issues like being sexually assault, ha ha ha). Though the freedom from my mother has on the whole affected my mental health overwhelmingly positively, the listlessness has started me sliding back towards depression which is not what I need at the moment. One of the friends who is storing my stuff and allowing me to stay over regularly recently told me that it was ‘very hard to be around me’ when I was depressed and uninvited me from staying there for the next week, which meant I had no access to spare clothes and sundry. It is imperative that I do not slide into depressive behaviour, or I will not have anywhere to sleep for the next few months. My welcome in my friends’ homes depends on my being an easy guest, as several of my friends are mentally ill themselves and fairly require time for their own self care. I am based in East London, with very good transport links. I can walk most anywhere and since I am not paying rent, can work at pretty much anything for any wage (since London wage for 20 year olds isn’t that bad) for any hours. I’m a petite DFAB person so the only jobs I don’t wanna do are ones that require making my way home at night. If possible I would prefer to work in and am very good at an office environment situation (i.e. 9-5 type stuff). I am a very good worker (before Christmas, I literally worked myself into a physical breakdown!! I love working!!) and have been working since I was 15. Job searching is something very specific that triggers my anxiety and so any ideas would be brilliant. If you have any job ideas or offers, please do let me know here or i can give you my email. If you feel like giving my CV to anyone to back up a recommendation, ask me and I can email you a copy.
I hate to ask, but if you feel like dropping some (any! even 20p! Ramen is only 17p) change in my paypal for my upcoming school books or food, the address is h o l l y m f @ m a c a c e . n e t. Please please do reblog if you havent any spare change or job ideas. I really hate to make this post, but after a month or so of existing as best I can, I’m reachin the end of my tether slightly.
Thanks so much for reading. I appreciate it. Apologies for the long post. (If you’re reading this and you know me IRL, you do plenty anyway and this doesn’t apply to you I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND YOU DO SO MUCH FOR ME)
my old blog
Signal boost. Also decadentvapours this post came up right above yours on my dash: http://liamdryden.tumblr.com/post/124066357334/job-position-editorial-for-youtube-based-content Not what you were describing, but who knows.
Ah, thank you so much for recommending me that - I don't fit the requirements, though :(
this is pretty damn hard to write
Hey guys. This is Evren/Korrasdelts. As some of you can tell from the URL change (and my going dark on facebook, instagram and twitter, for those of you who follow me there) I’ve been being stalked.
Last month I cut off contact from my manipulative and emotionally abusive mother. Over the past ten years or so of my life she has just gotten worse and worse, and due to her own mental illness (which she refuses to acknowledge) her toxic relationship with me was not being sorted. When I suggested counselling at Easter, she told me never to return home. When I did eventually come to visit, as with the past few years she immediately aggravated and triggered my own mental shit (anxiety, depression, self harm and suicidal ideation). I regularly told friends that I was unsure how I would survive until September.
I’ve been unemployed since January. Though I am going back to university in September I failed out last year and so this past year has been very difficult fiscally and emotionally. I am still looking for a job (as I had to leave the one I’d just found when I cut my mum off) and am currently homeless in London, though thankfully couchsurfing at the moment.
Jobwise, I have retail, housekeeping, waitressing, receptionist/management, barwork and client services experience, with my pre-christmas job at F0rtnum and M@sons. I will hopefully be housed by late August, but until then the emotional toll of being jobless and homeless is pretty fucking high (plus other recent issues like being sexually assault, ha ha ha). Though the freedom from my mother has on the whole affected my mental health overwhelmingly positively, the listlessness has started me sliding back towards depression which is not what I need at the moment. One of the friends who is storing my stuff and allowing me to stay over regularly recently told me that it was ‘very hard to be around me’ when I was depressed and uninvited me from staying there for the next week, which meant I had no access to spare clothes and sundry. It is imperative that I do not slide into depressive behaviour, or I will not have anywhere to sleep for the next few months. My welcome in my friends’ homes depends on my being an easy guest, as several of my friends are mentally ill themselves and fairly require time for their own self care. I am based in East London, with very good transport links. I can walk most anywhere and since I am not paying rent, can work at pretty much anything for any wage (since London wage for 20 year olds isn’t that bad) for any hours. I’m a petite DFAB person so the only jobs I don’t wanna do are ones that require making my way home at night. If possible I would prefer to work in and am very good at an office environment situation (i.e. 9-5 type stuff). I am a very good worker (before Christmas, I literally worked myself into a physical breakdown!! I love working!!) and have been working since I was 15. Job searching is something very specific that triggers my anxiety and so any ideas would be brilliant. If you have any job ideas or offers, please do let me know here or i can give you my email. If you feel like giving my CV to anyone to back up a recommendation, ask me and I can email you a copy.
I hate to ask, but if you feel like dropping some (any! even 20p! Ramen is only 17p) change in my paypal for my upcoming school books or food, the address is h o l l y m f @ m a c a c e . n e t. Please please do reblog if you havent any spare change or job ideas. I really hate to make this post, but after a month or so of existing as best I can, I’m reachin the end of my tether slightly.
Thanks so much for reading. I appreciate it. Apologies for the long post. (If you’re reading this and you know me IRL, you do plenty anyway and this doesn’t apply to you I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND YOU DO SO MUCH FOR ME)
I really appreciate your support. Any spare change helps. Even 20p buys food. Jobs would be even better too haha
this is pretty damn hard to write
Hey guys. This is Evren/Korrasdelts. As some of you can tell from the URL change (and my going dark on facebook, instagram and twitter, for those of you who follow me there) I’ve been being stalked.
Last month I cut off contact from my manipulative and emotionally abusive mother. Over the past ten years or so of my life she has just gotten worse and worse, and due to her own mental illness (which she refuses to acknowledge) her toxic relationship with me was not being sorted. When I suggested counselling at Easter, she told me never to return home. When I did eventually come to visit, as with the past few years she immediately aggravated and triggered my own mental shit (anxiety, depression, self harm and suicidal ideation). I regularly told friends that I was unsure how I would survive until September.
I’ve been unemployed since January. Though I am going back to university in September I failed out last year due to mental health reasons and so this past year has been very difficult fiscally and emotionally. I am still looking for a job (as I had to leave the one I’d just found when I cut my mum off) and am currently homeless in London, though thankfully couchsurfing at the moment.
Jobwise, I have retail, housekeeping, waitressing, receptionist/management, barwork and client services experience, with my pre-christmas job at F0rtnum and M@sons. I will also proofread your shit if you wanna pay me to do that. I also have experience copywriting (I did some copy for a campaigner for this General Election, and I wrote copy for a hotel I worked at). I will also draw you things and write you poems for money.
I will hopefully be housed by late August, but until then the emotional toll of being jobless and homeless is pretty fucking high (plus other recent issues like being sexually assault, ha ha ha). Though the freedom from my mother has on the whole affected my mental health overwhelmingly positively, the listlessness has started me sliding back towards depression which is not what I need at the moment. One of the friends who is storing my stuff and allowing me to stay over regularly recently told me that it was ‘very hard to be around me’ when I was depressed and uninvited me from staying there for the next week, which meant I had no access to spare clothes and sundry. It is imperative that I do not slide into depressive behaviour, or I will not have anywhere to sleep for the next few months. My welcome in my friends’ homes depends on my being an easy guest, as several of my friends are mentally ill themselves and fairly require time for their own self care. I am based in East London, with very good transport links. I can walk most anywhere and since I am not paying rent, can work at pretty much anything for any wage (since London wage for 20 year olds isn’t that bad) for any hours. I’m a petite DFAB person so the only jobs I don’t wanna do are ones that require making my way home at night. If possible I would prefer to work in and am very good at an office environment situation (i.e. 9-5 type stuff). I am a very good worker (before Christmas, I literally worked myself into a physical breakdown!! I love working!!) and have been working since I was 15. Job searching is something very specific that triggers my anxiety and so any ideas would be brilliant. If you have any job ideas or offers, please do let me know here or i can give you my email. If you feel like giving my CV to anyone to back up a recommendation, ask me and I can email you a copy.
I hate to ask, but if you feel like dropping some (any! even 20p! Ramen is only 17p) change in my paypal for my upcoming school books or food, the address is h r f i l g a t e @ g m a i l . C o m. Or message me and I can give ya my bank deets, w h a t e v e r . Please please do reblog if you havent any spare change or job ideas. I really hate to make this post, but after a month or so of existing as best I can, I’m reachin the end of my tether slightly.
Thanks so much for reading. I appreciate it. Apologies for the long post. (If you’re reading this and you know me IRL, you do plenty anyway and this doesn’t apply to you I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND YOU DO SO MUCH FOR ME)
heads up i have moved to decadentvapours (a sideblog of mine). this is still my main blog but i barely post, and i may move back soon or start a new tumblr account entirely, im not sure yet. stalkers are a bitch right yall
I want a story about an Italian vampire.
No romance, no action.
Just 200 pages of “What do you mean, I can’t have garlic? Do you know where I’m from?”
TBH I think the main issue would be the mirror thing
have you ever met an Italian man
the amount of time they spend looking in the mirror jfc
#the more you think about it the more all vampire rules are just anti-italian rules#can’t go out in sunlight?? IN ITALY???#Can’t go near crucifixes? IN ITALY???
When my friend was a kid she used put on high heels and practice running around and jumping off stuff because Catwoman could do it. Now she can practically sprint in stilettos. Like…I’ve seen her chase after animals and run up hills and climb shit with 0% hindrance, and I will forever and always admire the hell out of her for it because when asked to choose between practicality and fashion she literally just chose “no be Catwoman” instead, and for some reason that actually worked.
OITNB cast for Diva magazine
Reblog fetty WAP holding this money and MONEY WILL COME YOUR WAY
i reblogged fetty on one of my side tumblrs and a dollar a word article assignment slid into my email long live fetty all hail the money man
Merman Trend: Men Are Dyeing Their Hair With Incredibly Vivid Colors
I support this
I support this. I would like this.
okay so i’ve seen a few people shit on this idea but i wanna say that as a trans guy w colored hair, this is a huge fucking relief that this is no longer seen as an attack on masculinity holy shit im so glad
Bruh, alternative coloured hair looks good on everyone *0*
7th bloke down looks a bit like a forest god imo
Hello internet,
I cannot sleep, so obviously I decided it was a great idea to take quotes from Planet Earth, put them overtop of photos I have taken, and make odd motivational posters out of them. I’m so glad I’m putting my photoshop subscription to good use.
You’re welcome. Use them wisely.
Henry VIII: I wish to wed Mistress Boleyn
Me: Harlot do not proceed
Henry VIII: *breaks with the Catholic church*
Me: God's blood
Hey guys so
I’m being stalked and I’m probably going to move all my activity to a new blog for a while if not forever because I don’t want my stalker to know that my account is active. I’m going to throw up an error page but I don’t know if they follow me so I don’t want to keep updating here so I’m moving to one of my old side blogs. Send me a message if you want the url!
EDIT: if you follow me you’re 100% welcome to the url please don’t be shy of asking. The only reason I’m not posting is it because I haven’t had time to clean out my followers and check for fake accounts yet. Once I do that I’ll probably post the url for a bit too.