🪷 @saintpomelo - Tumblr Blog

this blog is not a well-curated museum. it’s my bedroom & i’m putting things on my shelf & taping things on the wall

would like to explain my situation a bit:

i have paid half my rent this month (6800/14000INR) because i had to incur personal expenses such as travelling, paying my brother's sem fees, and some other things. i was able to rent a fridge because it is impossible otherwise in this stuffy room (only a ceiling fan) and food was becoming a bigger expense if i was buying stuff to cook only immediately /eat immediately. so this is where i am at

i did try to give tuitions but the location is far from my office so i can't balance both everyday + the travelling back and forth would be an extra charge (i already cant afford transportation to my work, i only have enough for two days)

andi got some work on here, and then i sold one of my vintage record covers (i dont have a record player i just had a really good old hindi film poster that somebody offered to buy)

so this is where i am at, and it is a matter of urgency. i was able to stock up on food because somebody gave me a giftcard i added that to the goal money too) so i am not worried about my cats, at least for a week or so.

i dont really like explaining my situation in complete detail because i am... well... embarrassed/ashamed and also aaaah it feels bad but yeah!!!!

any and every help literally matters a lot right now. i am willing to do ur homework, write ur assignments, or any other service i can offer (if ur in india and need help with things i can help with that too!!!!) so that is all !!!

paypal.me/aandhi1975

ko-fi.com/aandhi

also i write a substack. if u like it u can send me some. or at least read it and share it if u like it. that's all.

https://aandhi.substack.com/

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“It’s summer now, and you’re craving a simpler existence. You want to read. You want to write. You want to meet strangers for dinner, and not refuse another drink at another bar. You want to dance. You want to find yourself in a basement, neck loose, bobbing your head as a group of musicians play, not because they should, but because they must. It’s summer now, and you’re looking forward to worrying less. You’re looking forward to longer nights and shorter days. You’re looking forward to gathering in back gardens and watching meat sputter on an open barbecue. You’re looking forward to laughing so hard your chest hurts and you feel light-headed. You’re looking forward to the safety in pleasure. You’re looking forward to forgetting, albeit briefly, the existential dread which plagues you, which tightens your chest, which pains your left side. You’re looking forward to forgetting that, leaving the house, you might not return intact. You’re looking forward to freedom, even if it is short, even if it might not last. You’re looking forward.”

— Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water