祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Janaina Medeiros
ojovivo
trying on a metaphor
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Claire Keane
#extradirty
hello vonnie
blake kathryn
DEAR READER
Sade Olutola
if i look back, i am lost
Keni
wallacepolsom
ellievsbear
cherry valley forever
we're not kids anymore.
will byers stan first human second
Mike Driver
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@paeshramble
This is my first time doing commissions! Yaay! :3 I’ll be opening up 10 commission slots at a time—once those 10 are filled, I’ll create a queue so keep those orders coming!
Maximum of characters in artwork: 2
Black and white: $10
Color: $15
—Send me a message with a brief description of your character(s) or submit a photo. Payments will be received through Paypal—
~*~ All proceeds will be donated to help my two friends leave an abusive home. You can donate to their cause here ~*~
#long post ahead, sorry about that!
Anyway, there are a few friends and mutual followers of mine who aren’t in the best of financial situations. In response, I’m starting up sketch commissions for them - all funds will be going to their youcaring fundraisers. (You can check their pages [here] and [here])
Anyway. the easiest way to pay is If you send money directly to the fundraisers. If you add in the comments who you are, or add a comment which I can otherwise identify you by (your tumblr url in the comments would be great imo), then I can draw for you.
If you want to remain anonymous to the families in need, I’ll still need to know who you are, so please send me an email to [email protected]. From there, please send me the payment appropriate, and I will forward the money to the families before I start drawing.
These commissions can go by really fast- they take half an hour, an hour at most. This allows me to work quickly without tiring myself, an added benefit. Anyway, if you’re interested in a commission, please send me an email to [email protected]! I’d be happy to use other means of talking - skype or otherwise- but tumblr’s messaging system is unreliable, so that’s outta the question.
Anyway, if you’d like to see more samples of my work, please visit my art blog.
I’m willing to draw just about anything, however there are restrictions!
one character per comission
I’m only offering mugshots at this time
otherwise, I’ll draw basically all your characters, your friends’ characters, anyone. thanks!
p.s. - throwing this into the swtor tag bc i know y’all are incredibly creative, and i’m sure some of you would be interested in cheap, fast commissions. hope y’all don’t mind!
Hi all! So I just found out that another friend of mine really could use some help getting out of an abusive home, so I’d like to donate commission money to them as well. Please contact me if you want really fast commissions of your characters! I can get them done within a couple of hours of confirming a subject c:
HELP US
Just a few hours ago we were given some devastating news. Our Landlord wants us to leave our home on September 5th, despite his knowledge of our financial situation he wishes to go ahead with demolishing and rebuilding an extension to the kitchen. We’re going to be frantically looking for places in the area around us but the current government has brought a lot of Anti-DSS [anti benefits] sentiment with them, thus a lot of rented places are not only expensive, but state that they won’t allow people on benefits to live there.
We don’t look good on paper, unemployed Mother and Daughter? Own a cat? Need a garden for therapy reasons? On benefits? We need money to cover the costs of a deposit, moving van, first month’s rent a new place, first month’s utilities. I will doubtlessly elaborate on this later with more details, but for now I remain in shock. Please signal boost, please donate, please do whatever you can to help us because all I have in my bank account is £1100 and that is not enough to move two people, animals, and their stuff.
HELP US
My home life has become abusive and I need help so that I can move out and get away from it. All I want is a way to get out of this place and to be able to move somewhere safe.
I never, ever thought I would have to do this, but it seems I have no choice.
Over the course of the past two years, my father has become increasingly volatile and angry. He now lives in a state of constant anger and is always one step away from an explosive outburst. I suffer from depression and bipolar. My father is very emotionally abusive and manipulative and I can no longer balance my mental health and living with him. I feel like I am no longer safe living in a house with him. I now know that I have to move out if I am ever to feel safe or stable again. However, I am a broke teenager on the cusp of adulthood with no money. I just need something to help me cover the costs of moving out, getting an apartment and all the costs that come with that. Please spread the word, donate, whatever you can do. It means everything to me. Thank you.
My home life has become abusive and I need help so that I can move out and get away from it. All I want is a way to get out of this place and to be able to move somewhere safe.
I never, ever thought I would have to do this, but it seems I have no choice.
Over the course of the past two years, my father has become increasingly volatile and angry. He now lives in a state of constant anger and is always one step away from an explosive outburst. I suffer from depression and bipolar. My father is very emotionally abusive and manipulative and I can no longer balance my mental health and living with him. I feel like I am no longer safe living in a house with him. I now know that I have to move out if I am ever to feel safe or stable again. However, I am a broke teenager on the cusp of adulthood with no money. I just need something to help me cover the costs of moving out, getting an apartment and all the costs that come with that. Please spread the word, donate, whatever you can do. It means everything to me. Thank you.
HELP US
Just a few hours ago we were given some devastating news. Our Landlord wants us to leave our home on September 5th, despite his knowledge of our financial situation he wishes to go ahead with demolishing and rebuilding an extension to the kitchen. We’re going to be frantically looking for places in the area around us but the current government has brought a lot of Anti-DSS [anti benefits] sentiment with them, thus a lot of rented places are not only expensive, but state that they won’t allow people on benefits to live there.
We don’t look good on paper, unemployed Mother and Daughter? Own a cat? Need a garden for therapy reasons? On benefits? We need money to cover the costs of a deposit, moving van, first month’s rent a new place, first month’s utilities. I will doubtlessly elaborate on this later with more details, but for now I remain in shock. Please signal boost, please donate, please do whatever you can to help us because all I have in my bank account is £1100 and that is not enough to move two people, animals, and their stuff.
HELP US
My home life has become abusive and I need help so that I can move out and get away from it. All I want is a way to get out of this place and to be able to move somewhere safe.
I never, ever thought I would have to do this, but it seems I have no choice.
Over the course of the past two years, my father has become increasingly volatile and angry. He now lives in a state of constant anger and is always one step away from an explosive outburst. I suffer from depression and bipolar. My father is very emotionally abusive and manipulative and I can no longer balance my mental health and living with him. I feel like I am no longer safe living in a house with him. I now know that I have to move out if I am ever to feel safe or stable again. However, I am a broke teenager on the cusp of adulthood with no money. I just need something to help me cover the costs of moving out, getting an apartment and all the costs that come with that. Please spread the word, donate, whatever you can do. It means everything to me. Thank you.
It’s past winter, but thanks to several things, such as the flooding, the ceiling leaking, the boiler breaking, and several holes in the floor, we have had to shell out more than we’re capable of to fix these things. Not to mention, the same persisting admin cock-ups are still forcing us to live hand to mouth, something that is increasingly difficult as my Mother hovers between home and hospital for medical reasons uncertain at the moment.
Ever since the recent and devastating floods across the UK, we’ve been coping with our own shoddy flat leaking in ways it shouldn’t across a large area of the ceiling that came close to making my bedroom ceiling structurally unsound as it spread. This was, for various reasons, not fully covered by our landlord’s insurance, and due to the urgency of the matter, we had to pony up the difference ourselves, something we had not budgeted for. The same goes for the boiler, which broke and has left us without running hot water for the past two to three months, and one to three holes in the floorboards that we have had to block up to stop rats, mice, and other creatures or insects getting in.
Thanks to these things, and the government once again cutting our benefits even further in an effort to get us working [something I have been attempting to do for the past three years, to no fucking avail due to my age and the fact that hiring someone younger than me means they don’t have to pay minimum wage for the first year]. We are still living hand-to-mouth. We are still cripplingly poor. And with my Mother hovering somewhere between home and hospital, the stress is taking a great toll on me in ways I hoped to never deal with again.
When I was a lot younger I suffered badly from anorexia [ironically also due to our poverty back then too], recently I have been skipping weeks worth of meals with only a carrot to sustain me just so we can make ends meet and keep a little money in our account just in case something crops up outside our very tight budget. I, myself, am hovering between relapse and not, and it is only due to sheer stubbornness I have not done so, which I am thankful for.
As a fairly gay Indian woman from a very strict religious-mix family, my Mother and I have long since been disowned by them and cannot in any way rely on them for help, it is for this reason, and because the government has been proven to be targeting people like us, the people who live under the poverty line, that I keep having to beg the internet for help.
It is stressful to be dealing with not only barely scraping by, with rent at £1100 a month, utilities off the scale due to price hikes, this sub-par flat breaking at the slightest hint of hardship, places in our price bracket to move to refusing to take people on housing benefit, and helping my Mother through surgery and after it, post-op. And with her to think about now, we literally cannot afford to be living to close to the wire of starvation every single day.
Please share this post however you can, while I remain ever grateful to the people that have donated and no-one is under any obligation to give money, this is literally our only source of money at the moment to keep our head above water while I continue searching for work.
It’s past winter, but thanks to several things, such as the flooding, the ceiling leaking, the boiler breaking, and several holes in the floor, we have had to shell out more than we’re capable of to fix these things. Not to mention, the same persisting admin cock-ups are still forcing us to live hand to mouth, something that is increasingly difficult as my Mother hovers between home and hospital for medical reasons uncertain at the moment.
Ever since the recent and devastating floods across the UK, we’ve been coping with our own shoddy flat leaking in ways it shouldn’t across a large area of the ceiling that came close to making my bedroom ceiling structurally unsound as it spread. This was, for various reasons, not fully covered by our landlord’s insurance, and due to the urgency of the matter, we had to pony up the difference ourselves, something we had not budgeted for. The same goes for the boiler, which broke and has left us without running hot water for the past two to three months, and one to three holes in the floorboards that we have had to block up to stop rats, mice, and other creatures or insects getting in.
Thanks to these things, and the government once again cutting our benefits even further in an effort to get us working [something I have been attempting to do for the past three years, to no fucking avail due to my age and the fact that hiring someone younger than me means they don’t have to pay minimum wage for the first year]. We are still living hand-to-mouth. We are still cripplingly poor. And with my Mother hovering somewhere between home and hospital, the stress is taking a great toll on me in ways I hoped to never deal with again.
When I was a lot younger I suffered badly from anorexia [ironically also due to our poverty back then too], recently I have been skipping weeks worth of meals with only a carrot to sustain me just so we can make ends meet and keep a little money in our account just in case something crops up outside our very tight budget. I, myself, am hovering between relapse and not, and it is only due to sheer stubbornness I have not done so, which I am thankful for.
As a fairly gay Indian woman from a very strict religious-mix family, my Mother and I have long since been disowned by them and cannot in any way rely on them for help, it is for this reason, and because the government has been proven to be targeting people like us, the people who live under the poverty line, that I keep having to beg the internet for help.
It is stressful to be dealing with not only barely scraping by, with rent at £1100 a month, utilities off the scale due to price hikes, this sub-par flat breaking at the slightest hint of hardship, places in our price bracket to move to refusing to take people on housing benefit, and helping my Mother through surgery and after it, post-op. And with her to think about now, we literally cannot afford to be living to close to the wire of starvation every single day.
Please share this post however you can, while I remain ever grateful to the people that have donated and no-one is under any obligation to give money, this is literally our only source of money at the moment to keep our head above water while I continue searching for work.
It’s past winter, but thanks to several things, such as the flooding, the ceiling leaking, the boiler breaking, and several holes in the floor, we have had to shell out more than we’re capable of to fix these things. Not to mention, the same persisting admin cock-ups are still forcing us to live hand to mouth, something that is increasingly difficult as my Mother hovers between home and hospital for medical reasons uncertain at the moment.
Ever since the recent and devastating floods across the UK, we’ve been coping with our own shoddy flat leaking in ways it shouldn’t across a large area of the ceiling that came close to making my bedroom ceiling structurally unsound as it spread. This was, for various reasons, not fully covered by our landlord’s insurance, and due to the urgency of the matter, we had to pony up the difference ourselves, something we had not budgeted for. The same goes for the boiler, which broke and has left us without running hot water for the past two to three months, and one to three holes in the floorboards that we have had to block up to stop rats, mice, and other creatures or insects getting in.
Thanks to these things, and the government once again cutting our benefits even further in an effort to get us working [something I have been attempting to do for the past three years, to no fucking avail due to my age and the fact that hiring someone younger than me means they don’t have to pay minimum wage for the first year]. We are still living hand-to-mouth. We are still cripplingly poor. And with my Mother hovering somewhere between home and hospital, the stress is taking a great toll on me in ways I hoped to never deal with again.
When I was a lot younger I suffered badly from anorexia [ironically also due to our poverty back then too], recently I have been skipping weeks worth of meals with only a carrot to sustain me just so we can make ends meet and keep a little money in our account just in case something crops up outside our very tight budget. I, myself, am hovering between relapse and not, and it is only due to sheer stubbornness I have not done so, which I am thankful for.
As a fairly gay Indian woman from a very strict religious-mix family, my Mother and I have long since been disowned by them and cannot in any way rely on them for help, it is for this reason, and because the government has been proven to be targeting people like us, the people who live under the poverty line, that I keep having to beg the internet for help.
It is stressful to be dealing with not only barely scraping by, with rent at £1100 a month, utilities off the scale due to price hikes, this sub-par flat breaking at the slightest hint of hardship, places in our price bracket to move to refusing to take people on housing benefit, and helping my Mother through surgery and after it, post-op. And with her to think about now, we literally cannot afford to be living to close to the wire of starvation every single day.
Please share this post however you can, while I remain ever grateful to the people that have donated and no-one is under any obligation to give money, this is literally our only source of money at the moment to keep our head above water while I continue searching for work.
It’s past winter, but thanks to several things, such as the flooding, the ceiling leaking, the boiler breaking, and several holes in the floor, we have had to shell out more than we’re capable of to fix these things. Not to mention, the same persisting admin cock-ups are still forcing us to live hand to mouth, something that is increasingly difficult as my Mother hovers between home and hospital for medical reasons uncertain at the moment.
Ever since the recent and devastating floods across the UK, we’ve been coping with our own shoddy flat leaking in ways it shouldn’t across a large area of the ceiling that came close to making my bedroom ceiling structurally unsound as it spread. This was, for various reasons, not fully covered by our landlord’s insurance, and due to the urgency of the matter, we had to pony up the difference ourselves, something we had not budgeted for. The same goes for the boiler, which broke and has left us without running hot water for the past two to three months, and one to three holes in the floorboards that we have had to block up to stop rats, mice, and other creatures or insects getting in.
Thanks to these things, and the government once again cutting our benefits even further in an effort to get us working [something I have been attempting to do for the past three years, to no fucking avail due to my age and the fact that hiring someone younger than me means they don’t have to pay minimum wage for the first year]. We are still living hand-to-mouth. We are still cripplingly poor. And with my Mother hovering somewhere between home and hospital, the stress is taking a great toll on me in ways I hoped to never deal with again.
When I was a lot younger I suffered badly from anorexia [ironically also due to our poverty back then too], recently I have been skipping weeks worth of meals with only a carrot to sustain me just so we can make ends meet and keep a little money in our account just in case something crops up outside our very tight budget. I, myself, am hovering between relapse and not, and it is only due to sheer stubbornness I have not done so, which I am thankful for.
As a fairly gay Indian woman from a very strict religious-mix family, my Mother and I have long since been disowned by them and cannot in any way rely on them for help, it is for this reason, and because the government has been proven to be targeting people like us, the people who live under the poverty line, that I keep having to beg the internet for help.
It is stressful to be dealing with not only barely scraping by, with rent at £1100 a month, utilities off the scale due to price hikes, this sub-par flat breaking at the slightest hint of hardship, places in our price bracket to move to refusing to take people on housing benefit, and helping my Mother through surgery and after it, post-op. And with her to think about now, we literally cannot afford to be living to close to the wire of starvation every single day.
Please share this post however you can, while I remain ever grateful to the people that have donated and no-one is under any obligation to give money, this is literally our only source of money at the moment to keep our head above water while I continue searching for work.
It’s past winter, but thanks to several things, such as the flooding, the ceiling leaking, the boiler breaking, and several holes in the floor, we have had to shell out more than we’re capable of to fix these things. Not to mention, the same persisting admin cock-ups are still forcing us to live hand to mouth, something that is increasingly difficult as my Mother hovers between home and hospital for medical reasons uncertain at the moment.
Ever since the recent and devastating floods across the UK, we’ve been coping with our own shoddy flat leaking in ways it shouldn’t across a large area of the ceiling that came close to making my bedroom ceiling structurally unsound as it spread. This was, for various reasons, not fully covered by our landlord’s insurance, and due to the urgency of the matter, we had to pony up the difference ourselves, something we had not budgeted for. The same goes for the boiler, which broke and has left us without running hot water for the past two to three months, and one to three holes in the floorboards that we have had to block up to stop rats, mice, and other creatures or insects getting in.
Thanks to these things, and the government once again cutting our benefits even further in an effort to get us working [something I have been attempting to do for the past three years, to no fucking avail due to my age and the fact that hiring someone younger than me means they don’t have to pay minimum wage for the first year]. We are still living hand-to-mouth. We are still cripplingly poor. And with my Mother hovering somewhere between home and hospital, the stress is taking a great toll on me in ways I hoped to never deal with again.
When I was a lot younger I suffered badly from anorexia [ironically also due to our poverty back then too], recently I have been skipping weeks worth of meals with only a carrot to sustain me just so we can make ends meet and keep a little money in our account just in case something crops up outside our very tight budget. I, myself, am hovering between relapse and not, and it is only due to sheer stubbornness I have not done so, which I am thankful for.
As a fairly gay Indian woman from a very strict religious-mix family, my Mother and I have long since been disowned by them and cannot in any way rely on them for help, it is for this reason, and because the government has been proven to be targeting people like us, the people who live under the poverty line, that I keep having to beg the internet for help.
It is stressful to be dealing with not only barely scraping by, with rent at £1100 a month, utilities off the scale due to price hikes, this sub-par flat breaking at the slightest hint of hardship, places in our price bracket to move to refusing to take people on housing benefit, and helping my Mother through surgery and after it, post-op. And with her to think about now, we literally cannot afford to be living to close to the wire of starvation every single day.
Please share this post however you can, while I remain ever grateful to the people that have donated and no-one is under any obligation to give money, this is literally our only source of money at the moment to keep our head above water while I continue searching for work.
It’s past winter, but thanks to several things, such as the flooding, the ceiling leaking, the boiler breaking, and several holes in the floor, we have had to shell out more than we’re capable of to fix these things. Not to mention, the same persisting admin cock-ups are still forcing us to live hand to mouth, something that is increasingly difficult as my Mother hovers between home and hospital for medical reasons uncertain at the moment.
Ever since the recent and devastating floods across the UK, we’ve been coping with our own shoddy flat leaking in ways it shouldn’t across a large area of the ceiling that came close to making my bedroom ceiling structurally unsound as it spread. This was, for various reasons, not fully covered by our landlord’s insurance, and due to the urgency of the matter, we had to pony up the difference ourselves, something we had not budgeted for. The same goes for the boiler, which broke and has left us without running hot water for the past two to three months, and one to three holes in the floorboards that we have had to block up to stop rats, mice, and other creatures or insects getting in.
Thanks to these things, and the government once again cutting our benefits even further in an effort to get us working [something I have been attempting to do for the past three years, to no fucking avail due to my age and the fact that hiring someone younger than me means they don’t have to pay minimum wage for the first year]. We are still living hand-to-mouth. We are still cripplingly poor. And with my Mother hovering somewhere between home and hospital, the stress is taking a great toll on me in ways I hoped to never deal with again.
When I was a lot younger I suffered badly from anorexia [ironically also due to our poverty back then too], recently I have been skipping weeks worth of meals with only a carrot to sustain me just so we can make ends meet and keep a little money in our account just in case something crops up outside our very tight budget. I, myself, am hovering between relapse and not, and it is only due to sheer stubbornness I have not done so, which I am thankful for.
As a fairly gay Indian woman from a very strict religious-mix family, my Mother and I have long since been disowned by them and cannot in any way rely on them for help, it is for this reason, and because the government has been proven to be targeting people like us, the people who live under the poverty line, that I keep having to beg the internet for help.
It is stressful to be dealing with not only barely scraping by, with rent at £1100 a month, utilities off the scale due to price hikes, this sub-par flat breaking at the slightest hint of hardship, places in our price bracket to move to refusing to take people on housing benefit, and helping my Mother through surgery and after it, post-op. And with her to think about now, we literally cannot afford to be living to close to the wire of starvation every single day.
Please share this post however you can, while I remain ever grateful to the people that have donated and no-one is under any obligation to give money, this is literally our only source of money at the moment to keep our head above water while I continue searching for work.
It’s past winter, but thanks to several things, such as the flooding, the ceiling leaking, the boiler breaking, and several holes in the floor, we have had to shell out more than we’re capable of to fix these things. Not to mention, the same persisting admin cock-ups are still forcing us to live hand to mouth, something that is increasingly difficult as my Mother hovers between home and hospital for medical reasons uncertain at the moment.
Ever since the recent and devastating floods across the UK, we’ve been coping with our own shoddy flat leaking in ways it shouldn’t across a large area of the ceiling that came close to making my bedroom ceiling structurally unsound as it spread. This was, for various reasons, not fully covered by our landlord’s insurance, and due to the urgency of the matter, we had to pony up the difference ourselves, something we had not budgeted for. The same goes for the boiler, which broke and has left us without running hot water for the past two to three months, and one to three holes in the floorboards that we have had to block up to stop rats, mice, and other creatures or insects getting in.
Thanks to these things, and the government once again cutting our benefits even further in an effort to get us working [something I have been attempting to do for the past three years, to no fucking avail due to my age and the fact that hiring someone younger than me means they don’t have to pay minimum wage for the first year]. We are still living hand-to-mouth. We are still cripplingly poor. And with my Mother hovering somewhere between home and hospital, the stress is taking a great toll on me in ways I hoped to never deal with again.
When I was a lot younger I suffered badly from anorexia [ironically also due to our poverty back then too], recently I have been skipping weeks worth of meals with only a carrot to sustain me just so we can make ends meet and keep a little money in our account just in case something crops up outside our very tight budget. I, myself, am hovering between relapse and not, and it is only due to sheer stubbornness I have not done so, which I am thankful for.
As a fairly gay Indian woman from a very strict religious-mix family, my Mother and I have long since been disowned by them and cannot in any way rely on them for help, it is for this reason, and because the government has been proven to be targeting people like us, the people who live under the poverty line, that I keep having to beg the internet for help.
It is stressful to be dealing with not only barely scraping by, with rent at £1100 a month, utilities off the scale due to price hikes, this sub-par flat breaking at the slightest hint of hardship, places in our price bracket to move to refusing to take people on housing benefit, and helping my Mother through surgery and after it, post-op. And with her to think about now, we literally cannot afford to be living to close to the wire of starvation every single day.
Please share this post however you can, while I remain ever grateful to the people that have donated and no-one is under any obligation to give money, this is literally our only source of money at the moment to keep our head above water while I continue searching for work.
It’s past winter, but thanks to several things, such as the flooding, the ceiling leaking, the boiler breaking, and several holes in the floor, we have had to shell out more than we’re capable of to fix these things. Not to mention, the same persisting admin cock-ups are still forcing us to live hand to mouth, something that is increasingly difficult as my Mother hovers between home and hospital for medical reasons uncertain at the moment.
Ever since the recent and devastating floods across the UK, we’ve been coping with our own shoddy flat leaking in ways it shouldn’t across a large area of the ceiling that came close to making my bedroom ceiling structurally unsound as it spread. This was, for various reasons, not fully covered by our landlord’s insurance, and due to the urgency of the matter, we had to pony up the difference ourselves, something we had not budgeted for. The same goes for the boiler, which broke and has left us without running hot water for the past two to three months, and one to three holes in the floorboards that we have had to block up to stop rats, mice, and other creatures or insects getting in.
Thanks to these things, and the government once again cutting our benefits even further in an effort to get us working [something I have been attempting to do for the past three years, to no fucking avail due to my age and the fact that hiring someone younger than me means they don’t have to pay minimum wage for the first year]. We are still living hand-to-mouth. We are still cripplingly poor. And with my Mother hovering somewhere between home and hospital, the stress is taking a great toll on me in ways I hoped to never deal with again.
When I was a lot younger I suffered badly from anorexia [ironically also due to our poverty back then too], recently I have been skipping weeks worth of meals with only a carrot to sustain me just so we can make ends meet and keep a little money in our account just in case something crops up outside our very tight budget. I, myself, am hovering between relapse and not, and it is only due to sheer stubbornness I have not done so, which I am thankful for.
As a fairly gay Indian woman from a very strict religious-mix family, my Mother and I have long since been disowned by them and cannot in any way rely on them for help, it is for this reason, and because the government has been proven to be targeting people like us, the people who live under the poverty line, that I keep having to beg the internet for help.
It is stressful to be dealing with not only barely scraping by, with rent at £1100 a month, utilities off the scale due to price hikes, this sub-par flat breaking at the slightest hint of hardship, places in our price bracket to move to refusing to take people on housing benefit, and helping my Mother through surgery and after it, post-op. And with her to think about now, we literally cannot afford to be living to close to the wire of starvation every single day.
Please share this post however you can, while I remain ever grateful to the people that have donated and no-one is under any obligation to give money, this is literally our only source of money at the moment to keep our head above water while I continue searching for work.
It’s past winter, but thanks to several things, such as the flooding, the ceiling leaking, the boiler breaking, and several holes in the floor, we have had to shell out more than we’re capable of to fix these things. Not to mention, the same persisting admin cock-ups are still forcing us to live hand to mouth, something that is increasingly difficult as my Mother hovers between home and hospital for medical reasons uncertain at the moment.
Ever since the recent and devastating floods across the UK, we’ve been coping with our own shoddy flat leaking in ways it shouldn’t across a large area of the ceiling that came close to making my bedroom ceiling structurally unsound as it spread. This was, for various reasons, not fully covered by our landlord’s insurance, and due to the urgency of the matter, we had to pony up the difference ourselves, something we had not budgeted for. The same goes for the boiler, which broke and has left us without running hot water for the past two to three months, and one to three holes in the floorboards that we have had to block up to stop rats, mice, and other creatures or insects getting in.
Thanks to these things, and the government once again cutting our benefits even further in an effort to get us working [something I have been attempting to do for the past three years, to no fucking avail due to my age and the fact that hiring someone younger than me means they don’t have to pay minimum wage for the first year]. We are still living hand-to-mouth. We are still cripplingly poor. And with my Mother hovering somewhere between home and hospital, the stress is taking a great toll on me in ways I hoped to never deal with again.
When I was a lot younger I suffered badly from anorexia [ironically also due to our poverty back then too], recently I have been skipping weeks worth of meals with only a carrot to sustain me just so we can make ends meet and keep a little money in our account just in case something crops up outside our very tight budget. I, myself, am hovering between relapse and not, and it is only due to sheer stubbornness I have not done so, which I am thankful for.
As a fairly gay Indian woman from a very strict religious-mix family, my Mother and I have long since been disowned by them and cannot in any way rely on them for help, it is for this reason, and because the government has been proven to be targeting people like us, the people who live under the poverty line, that I keep having to beg the internet for help.
It is stressful to be dealing with not only barely scraping by, with rent at £1100 a month, utilities off the scale due to price hikes, this sub-par flat breaking at the slightest hint of hardship, places in our price bracket to move to refusing to take people on housing benefit, and helping my Mother through surgery and after it, post-op. And with her to think about now, we literally cannot afford to be living to close to the wire of starvation every single day.
Please share this post however you can, while I remain ever grateful to the people that have donated and no-one is under any obligation to give money, this is literally our only source of money at the moment to keep our head above water while I continue searching for work.
It’s past winter, but thanks to several things, such as the flooding, the ceiling leaking, the boiler breaking, and several holes in the floor, we have had to shell out more than we’re capable of to fix these things. Not to mention, the same persisting admin cock-ups are still forcing us to live hand to mouth, something that is increasingly difficult as my Mother hovers between home and hospital for medical reasons uncertain at the moment.
Ever since the recent and devastating floods across the UK, we’ve been coping with our own shoddy flat leaking in ways it shouldn’t across a large area of the ceiling that came close to making my bedroom ceiling structurally unsound as it spread. This was, for various reasons, not fully covered by our landlord’s insurance, and due to the urgency of the matter, we had to pony up the difference ourselves, something we had not budgeted for. The same goes for the boiler, which broke and has left us without running hot water for the past two to three months, and one to three holes in the floorboards that we have had to block up to stop rats, mice, and other creatures or insects getting in.
Thanks to these things, and the government once again cutting our benefits even further in an effort to get us working [something I have been attempting to do for the past three years, to no fucking avail due to my age and the fact that hiring someone younger than me means they don’t have to pay minimum wage for the first year]. We are still living hand-to-mouth. We are still cripplingly poor. And with my Mother hovering somewhere between home and hospital, the stress is taking a great toll on me in ways I hoped to never deal with again.
When I was a lot younger I suffered badly from anorexia [ironically also due to our poverty back then too], recently I have been skipping weeks worth of meals with only a carrot to sustain me just so we can make ends meet and keep a little money in our account just in case something crops up outside our very tight budget. I, myself, am hovering between relapse and not, and it is only due to sheer stubbornness I have not done so, which I am thankful for.
As a fairly gay Indian woman from a very strict religious-mix family, my Mother and I have long since been disowned by them and cannot in any way rely on them for help, it is for this reason, and because the government has been proven to be targeting people like us, the people who live under the poverty line, that I keep having to beg the internet for help.
It is stressful to be dealing with not only barely scraping by, with rent at £1100 a month, utilities off the scale due to price hikes, this sub-par flat breaking at the slightest hint of hardship, places in our price bracket to move to refusing to take people on housing benefit, and helping my Mother through surgery and after it, post-op. And with her to think about now, we literally cannot afford to be living to close to the wire of starvation every single day.
Please share this post however you can, while I remain ever grateful to the people that have donated and no-one is under any obligation to give money, this is literally our only source of money at the moment to keep our head above water while I continue searching for work.
