News I wanted to share:
I received my acceptance to my university program for classical studies, and will be moving to Boston in the fall!
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News I wanted to share:
I received my acceptance to my university program for classical studies, and will be moving to Boston in the fall!
Totally not me.... Feeling upset... because my only friend... has found a new.... Platonic love her life...
So it’s 1:30am and I started randomly thinking about Regris and how HE DESERVED BETTER
And then I got unreasonably sad that he died in like 10 minutes and we learned nothing about him, not even what his face looked like. So like, please excuse the Regris spam because I just scrolled the entire tag. Poor alien boy could’ve been such a cool character, and a friend for Keith at the BOM.
ALSO I wish they didn’t kill all of the BOM members with tails. Wtf Dreamworks :( (this is the only thing I’ll openly say I’m angry with them for lol)
So I read an article today during a terrible storm about a tomb found in Türkiye, and in that tomb were all these beautiful artifacts as well as a bronze jug wrapped in linen, 2,700 year old linen. I felt some type of way about it, so please enjoy my weird little poetry.
They went digging for gold,
Their hands in the dirt like us,
Stained clothes like ours
Sweat rolling off their bodies, dripping into the same soil mine did once.
They found a tomb, a place we had laid them to rest
And while it was fresh for us,
For them it had been 2,700 years
The items we placed for their afterlife
Were now artifacts for a museum
I wrapped an urn in cloth, linen I had woven with my own hands
And they found it the same way I left it
My daughter’s daughters, were you weavers as I was?
My sons sons, did you till the earth as we did?
My line died out, my children’s children’s children lost to war and famine and travel and exploration and yet;
My weave lives on. The fibers of my life may never been known but the product of my sweat, my work, my hands
Exists still. Even if I do not.
-how do you cope with the idea that your work outlived the family tree of the hands that created it?
I just finished my first college course and submitted my first final paper. (Screams)
Never thought I would have to make a post like this, but hard times happen to us all.
I don’t really speak on my personal life much, but I work as a barista for the siren, and I live with roommates about a 30min commute from my job. My hours were recently cut, and I find myself short on my portion of this months rent.
I am not sure what I could offer to make this an equal exchange but if anyone is open to donating anything to help me out, that would be extremely helpful. Please do not feel obligated to donate, I know that this is a very rough time for all of us indeed, so I shall just provide my cashapp, Venmo and PayPal below. All of these are in fact me, I just have a name attached to one of them that I no longer go by.
Again, anything you can do to help out a poor transmasc barista is greatly appreciated and I hope you have a wonderful day even if all you can do is reblog or share this.
PayPal: @/jamieethom
Venmo: @/jamieprincess
Instantly exchange money for free on Cash App
Sleep deprivation level: I’m just looking at pictures of Kolivan and laughing my ass off because of his absolutely perpetual frown. Like does he need a hug or what
In case you didn’t already know, I’m obsessed with Keith, so please excuse my spamming today because IT’S MY FAVORITE EMO BABY’S BIRTHDAY