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@outfitimagine-bts
I don’t use this but might be for someone out there who does, check it out?
Here’s a pretty comprehensive write-up:
https://www.diabetesdaily.com/blog/you-can-get-cheap-insulin-at-walmart-without-an-rx-in-some-states-576008/
reblog to save a life
Today’s International Self-Injury Awareness Day, so I wanted to make something. All alternatives are taken from this post, go there for more!
Remember that I love you, and I’m here for you. Please be safe.
with all the trafficking going on y’all better stay safe!!
I DO NOT get ANY benifits. I’m a S.W. ,
that’s how I survive.. as a trans/disabled/chronically ill person, I have never had the choice. I do survival S.W.
That means I will not receive disability or benifits of any KIND, I will not get anything from this “relief” fund/package. Yet I’m one of the most vulnerable/ hit the hardest .
I cannot work rn due to this virus and what I am able to do does not come even close to paying rent.
So please... please.. boost/reblog/donate/repost/ my posts or my GoFundMe.
I’m physically and mentally not doing well right now.
I’m a human with bad luck, shitty genes, and rare diseases/multiple illnesses and disabilities.
I’m a person whose been through hell and back. I’m a fighter. And I’m trying to stay alive and SURVIVE. I have been on my deathbed twice and I do NOT want to be there ever again. So I need YOUR help‼️‼️ thank you
Donating directly to me is the best way to help me right now! GoFundMe takes a huge cut.... and I need to pay bills NOW.
Go to paypal.me/YvesOrage and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
https://cash.app/$YvesOrage
Be an ally when it matters, not when we’re dead
https://www.paypal.me/YvesOrage
Go to paypal.me/YvesOrage and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
Im still not able to pay for my bills or for necessities !! I’m scared I’m not doing to be able to get my meds !!
‼️‼️I NEED HELP! I had to choose meds and medical treatment over rent ! NO ONE SHOULD EVER HAVE TO DO THIS!
‼️This is terrifying, this is the worst thing that can happen when you’re disabled/chronically ill and can’t work. I know this is scary and hard for EVERYONE, but I CANT work right now without risking my life. ‼️‼️
BOOST
every semester, without fail, there’s some freshman who’s like “oh I never check my email lol” and i get worried for them, bc they’re going to miss some important email about a pop quiz or a test, or something and then fail. so if you’re a freshman reading this, CHECK YOUR EMAIL im not joking, professors will send you stuff via email that they’ll never mention in class. I’m in my email every hour on the hour before and after class. check that shit. put that app on ur phone, turn on notifs, go in and refresh every hour, check your spam, check your email
this has been a message from your concerned dad. check ur email, do well in school, i love you
yooo pass this along
but remember that plan b is an emergency contraceptive so avoid it if you can!
Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.
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I don’t give a fuck if this doesn’t suit your ‘theme’ have a heart and reblog.
Before January ends, I’m going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.
not gonna risk scrolling past this
Puberty™
Jimin is Jungkook’s rock ❤️
Maknae line smokey af lockscreens ✨
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So I was drunk and I had this dream where when you turn 17 a tattoo that represents your soulmate appears on your skin in a random place and its colour is proportional to the love your soulmate has for you.
Jimin has two little wings on his fingers, and he knows it’s Jungkook. He just knows it’s the maknae of his group, he has always loved him. Sadly, the wings are just black, so he always wear a ring because he doesn’t want to be reminded that his soulmate -the love of his life- doesn’t love him. When Jungkook turns 17, he and the other members are gathered in their living room waiting for the tattoo to appear, but nothing happens. Jin tries to calm Jungkook with a “maybe it takes some time, we’ll se tomorrow, yeah?” So Jungkook goes to take a shower and HOLY SHIT there’s a super colourful flower on his hip. He’s excited but also annoyed because “wtf I’m A MAN with a flower tattooed”. So he never let others see his tattoo ‘cause “it’s in a very private part”. Jimin looks under the ring on his finger: his tattoo is still black. He swears he’s never going to look at it again. Time passes, it’s 2015 and Jungkook starts to panic because the colours of his tattoo are gradually becoming less vibrant. WHAT THE FRICKING FUCK MY SOULMATE IS TIRED OF ME AND WE HAVEN’T EVEN MET YET. He spends a lot of time walking around, looking at people, hoping to meet a person that would make his heart flutter, but nothing. The flower on his hip, once painted with beautiful colours, now it’s almost black. He just gives up. One day he’s putting on a pair of underwear after a shower and Namjoon -who never knocks- walked in their shared room and sees the tattoo. “Isn’t that an hibiscus?” “I-I don’t know, I don’t know flow- FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP STARING, ITS NEAR MY PRINCE PARTS” “S-Sorry but don’t you know that hibiscus are Jimin’s favourite flowers?” “What the fuck are you saying hyung” So Namjoon takes him to Jimin’s room -thankfully no one is there- and points to a picture of baby Jimin where he’s holding a bunch of hibiscus in his small hands. “Listen hyung, it’s a coincidence, how many people have a picture with flowers, c'mon” “Yeah, but how many people have a picture with hibiscus AND a collection of dried hibiscus?” And he takes this notebook from Jimin’s bedside table and it’s full of hibiscus, and Jungkook wants to disappear because, 1) his soulmate is a man and it’s his band mate 2) how in the hell he didn’t know about these stuff. So Jungkook tries to make Jimin love him again, but he doesn’t tell him he’s his soulmate because he couldn’t handle the rejection. He hugs Jimin, compliments him and all those cheesy stuff that he tought would make himself cringe, but he actually loves showering Jimin with attentions. He loves Jimin, but, apparently, Jimin doesn’t love him anymore. Does he even know Jungkook is his soulmate? Run comeback is near and Jungkook is so fucking tired of trying to make Jimin love him again. His tattoo is colourless. So he just gives up, again.
Jimin Is on his bed, reading a really cheesy book, when he cuts his finger with the paper. He then goes to the bathroom to disinfect it, but a little bit of blood went under the ring, the one he never -never- takes off. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself to the sting at his heart, and slides the ring off of his finger. His heart stops. The wings are painted in a beautiful golden colour. He run towards Jungkook’s room.
Jungkook is working out in his boxer, when the door slams open. Why doesn’t anyone fuckin knock? He sees Jimin -so beautiful- and his eyes are glossy, his cheeks flushed and wet from the tears he’s shedding and he sticks his hand towards him, showing him the golden wings tattooed on his finger and Jungkook fucking loses it. He runs and hugs Jimin so tight that he starts coughing, but he’s hugging him back so tightly, sobbing into his naked chest, tears flowing from the older’s eyes to Jungkook’s abdomen and even if they’re are basically squeezing each other, they feel like they’re breathing for the first time. The younger cries too, one hand on Jimin’s back and the other in the orange hair and he’s so fucking happy.
They stare at each other, tears still rolling down from their eyes, the distance between their lips reducing, and they’re kissing, feeling the salt from their tears.
Jungkook -with Jimin surprise- pulls his boxers slightly down and looks at the tattoo : the hibiscus has never been more colourful.
Conclusions: 1) Jikook is real 2) my English sucks 3) drunk me is a genius
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잘 다녀올게용 ✈ 💕 🤩 😘
