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If anyone could donate I would seriously appreciate the Hell out of you.
PLEASE HELP ME SURVIVE !!!
I’m a chronically ill, disabled, trans man in a small, conservative town. I’m currently unemployed and broke because of my disabilities. I’m currently in a health crisis and I’m scared and exhausted. In between having to travel to specialists and doctors, I have no money. I’m three months behind in bills and my power is going to be shut off if I can’t pay it. Everything I have goes towards my meds that I need to stay alive.
If you can donate anything, it would be GREATLY APPRECIATED. If you can’t spare anything reblogging/boosting helps so much. Thank you ♥️🙏🏻
https://www.paypal.me/YvesOrage https://www.paypal.me/YvesOrage
Y’all have no idea how terrified I am. And I’m under so much stress..
I’ll follow back the first people who donate!
I truly need whatever help I can get. No one has donated yet. Liking this doesn’t help, reblogging does.
Message me if you donate so I can thank you personally
Please boost this! This hits home on so many levels and this is the best I can do considering I myself am unemployed atm. If you can donate please do it! We have all got to help each other survive . 🌈
Ty: I love you.
Zane: You're drunk.
Ty: I loved you before I was drunk.
Me: Oh, don't mind me guys. I'll just be here with my cats, sobbing my eyes out.
All about Ty and Zane.
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Imagine this
- You wake up. You lay in bed with that special beautiful person by your side, and you hold them against you, skin tight. You are shirtless, flat and comfortable with your body. You couldn’t be a happier person than you are right now.
- You wake up and put a shirt on, only a shirt. You haven’t owned a binder for many years now. You no longer have to layer yourself. You feel free.
- You can now wear those clothes you really liked in the shop. You bought them; they fit and suit you perfectly. No more baggy, ugly clothes.
- You look in the mirror and see your sharp jaw line, facial hair and adam’s apple. Your eyebrows are thick and your hairline is masculine. You smile, because you finally love and feel comfortable with the way you look. You feel attractive.
- You are walking down the street and the warm breeze hits your chest from underneath your shirt. You can feel the wind, it gives you shivers.
- You can stand up straight, run, swim and hike. You are no longer in pain. You enjoy being able to use your body and exercise to its potential.
- You can sleep over at another person’s house, hug, dance and cuddle without worrying about your binder.
- You speak in front of your family, friends and peers; your voice is deep and mellow, you feel confident. You are no longer afraid to speak, nowadays people can’t shut you up!
- Your family sends you birthday cards: “Son!” / “Brother!” / “Uncle!” / “Father!” - They accept you for who you are.
- You look down and touch your chest. You no longer find your body unnatural or misplaced. It is now what it was always meant to be.
- You use the men’s toilets and locker room. You no longer feel scared or paranoid, it’s just a toilet/locker room. It’s natural.
- You look at your birth certificate, ID and passport, it has “M” next to sex.
- The elderly neighbour asks, “How are you, son?”
- The shop keeper asks, “Would you like a bag with that, sir?”
- Your peers all refer to you as “He” and “Him”
Keep holding on. Transition is a slow and painful process, but you will see these things happen to you. Maybe not now, but they will come, and that is why you need to stay strong and keep pushing forward. You deserve happiness and to love your body, and you will as long as you keep going. Soon, I promise.
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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
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Hello, my name is Yves. I suffer from chronic illness and mental illness and I am disabled and trans. I am recently jobless and I am currently without any necessary resources to survive, be healthy, stable, or safe.. I don’t have a car so I need funds for taxis to get to and from all of my need...
please get this going around!!! boost!!
This is my gofundme !! This is my survival fund and I need YOUR help! I love you all, and I need YOU to help me get the around anywhere and everywhere ! (He/Him/His)
For the day crowd. SIGNAL BOOST if you can’t donate, pretty please.
PLEASE I don’t have a lot of time and I NEED this Judy to survive ! Post this every where you can !!! Boost if you can’t donate or be my angel and do both ♥️ I need YOUR help right now !!
I’m NO WHERE NEAR MY GOAL ! I need YOUR help to help me survive !! This is urgent ! Please copy and post on Facebook and help get it traction !! I need as much help as possible.. this is all that I have
Boost this !! I need your help !!!
Boost this please!
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staycalm-killzombies submitted:
When I was about 15 (I’m 18 now), I took a trip with my Dad from Texas (where I’m from) to Michigan to visit my aunt, uncle and 2 cousins. The night after we got there, my uncle took my dad to a baseball game. So I was at my families house with just me, my aunt and 2 little cousins. At about 9 o'clock that night , I went out into the garage to grab the rest of my bags from my aunts van… I grabbed my stuff and right before I were to step on the first step leading into the house from the garage I heard knocking on the garage window. I turned and noticed that it was my dad wearing sunglasses….at night… “Dad?” I said. “What’re you doin? Where’s Uncle Toni?” ~This next part will forever be burned into my memory.~ He didn’t say anything, all he did was put a large smile on his face and then started to point at something behind me. I turned and looked behind me to notice that he was pointing at the garage door button. “Oh. You want me to open the garage door?” My dad nodded, still pointing. Right before I pressed the button, my finger lingering inches away from the glowing yellow button, I got this weird feeling in my stomach..a mix of butterflies and fear. Something was telling me not to open that door. “Don’t press that button, Andi. Dont” . That’s what I heard going through my head.. So I went with my gut feeling and didn’t open the door. I turned and looked at my still smiling dad
“No, dad. I won’t open the garage door”
As soon as I said that, he slammed his fist against the window, and the facial expression of my dad changed. I can’t even explain how mad he looked. (Even behind the sunglasses, I could feel the anger and hatred.) My dad stopped smiling and dropped his hand. Him still staring at me, he picked his hand back up and I remember seeing really long nails, and his hand had a gray tone to it. Staring at him, frozen in place as I watched him drag his long nails across the window making a loud, nails on a chalk board sound. I ran straight into the house and into the living room where my aunt and 2 cousins were sitting, watching Finding Nemo. I sat on the couch, staring down at my feet. And I remember my aunt looking at me with a bit of panic asking me if I were okay, and why I looked so white. And I just remember asking her to pray with me, and so she prayed with me and stayed up with me until my dad got home. That night when they got back, I calmed down enough to explain to all of them what had happened, and the next day we went outside to look at the garage door and you could still see 3 scratch marks going down the window..
I actually even recently called them to wish my aunt a happy birthday about a week ago, and I happened to ask about the scratch marks and my aunt said that they were still there.. When I got back to Texas, I decided to do a little research, and I read that some Demons aren’t strong enough to completely change some parts of their bodies.. mostly it being their voices and eyes. (Somethin like that) Hence why my ‘Dad’ never spoke and why he wore sunglasses.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 10/10 Even though there are two other people in this room, cash cab is playing in front of me, I’m listening to music to drown out the cash cab, I still found this scary as hell, I’m really happy. That doppelganger business is ridiculous. Thanks for sharing the scares!
Too alien for Earth too human for outer space 🌟
Too true