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I resurface from the ocean, soaked in seawater from three months ago
If I could ask God anything, I'd ask him why he created the world
I had a good life, and I did nothing with it
Sunday
I want to go out like autumn
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Poetry Compilation Post
I resurface from the ocean, soaked in seawater from three months ago
If I could ask God anything, I'd ask him why he created the world
I had a good life, and I did nothing with it
Sunday
I want to go out like autumn
“The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.” ~ Claude Monet
These may be my last words or the last time I write a post, so I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word and ignores me.
I write these words in great pain, my eyes brimming with tears. I can no longer bear this situation. I am exhausted by hunger, severe anemia, my father's cancer, and the exorbitant cost of the medications he needs.
All I care about is getting rid of the cancer my father is suffering from and the constant pain. Please help me buy his medication so his body can recover and he can resume his life, and to save me, my entire family, and my young niece who is suffering from malnutrition and anemia.
Please donate if you can. Your donation will enable me to buy medicine for my father, and it will save him, save me, and save my whole family. Our lives are at stake from hunger, disease, and anemia, and it will end the constant pain. Gofundme
Nader's father needs pain relief. Donate what you can. This is campaign number 4 on the @gazavetters account. I personally assure you that your donations will go directly to Nader, his family, and his ailing father.
Friends, I beg you to help us and donate. You don't know how we will live if this aid stops. My family is large; we are nine people in this family, and we all depend on this aid to survive. Please, please don't hesitate to donate. Please donate now. We need 400 euros to reach 5,000. Please, please donate.
complimented a womans clear raincoat this morning and she said Well i feel like a sandwich
Please help me go into remission from Type II diabetes
Hello everyone, I am so sorry to remake this post, but I am very scared. I am experiencing embarassing and vulnerable symptoms- my type II diabetes is becoming progressive, and I am desperate to go into remission. It has affected my liver and my heart, and neuropathy has made me partially incontinent. On April I was hospitalized twice. I have no thyroid, and without medication, it will put me into a myxedema coma and will kill me within days. Hypothyroidism and type II diabetes is making it very difficult for me to find work, as I am from the global south (the Philippines), with government aid only covering 20,000 pesos (around 326 usd) a year. I am the only person in my family who can work; my mother is paralyzed from a brain injury, and my sister is autistic with a very low frustration threshold. I need help covering for my new medication, as I now take metformin twice a day, and phosphates to help with my liver and kidneys, and b complex to help bolster my immune system. Im sorry I keep remaking this post, I am alone and desperate. Community is all I have. Thank you so much for your endless grace and compassion.
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Hello everyone, Im very sorry for reposting this again. But I was laid off. The publishing house closed. If anyone could please help me, pray for me, or vouch for me, i would appreciate it so much. Thank you for your endless grace and patience with me.
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
I’m not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
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when i miss my grandma and grandpa i go to the store and buy their favorite bunny cookies 🐇
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it’s june I desperately need to stop wasting time
we’re basically halfway through the year this is getting SERIOUS
*sum°
Stood inside of June
slid my hand between the clouds
cumulus meringue curling
under my fingertips
trying to reach the deep blue
to fall into the thin air
if I could fold the wind into wings
if I could release my hold
I could see the sun before it rose
I could follow the moon over the horizon
maybe then I might believe
in something in anything
I would ride rising storms
without fear or hesitation
I would watch the birth of the wind
and learn everything that it sees
before both it and I dissipated
royal blue to deep vibrant indigo
counting every single star in the sky
sweeping low
to kiss the curling crests of waves
utterly unafraid
and finally
pure
the productivity creatures