What if we all just treat the rich and politicians like dragons?
They hoard their wealth, so why don't we make like brave knights and steal it?
SLAY THE CORRUPT POLITICIANS AND STEAL THEIR HOARD!!!!
Me: *dehydrated as fuck*
Me: I don't wanna moveeeee
My brain: get water idiot
Me: I w I l l s u f f e r
its shedding season
You all know what that means
It's time to get out the loom.
Hopefully this year my skin actually fits
yall know that one audio where a woman yells STEVEN in an Irish/Scottish (I genuinely cannot tell which) accent?
Imagine Danny and Damian's reunion goes like this:
At a gala (Danny is unfortunately vlads heir)
Damian: DANYAL!
Danny, freezing:
Damian: I thought you were dead!
(please tell me I did not hallucinate a whole audio)
i cannot believe this.
I was wearing my cloak out today and someone called it a cat.
IT IS CLEARLY A BAT! IT HAS BAT WINGS AN EVERYTHING!
I am offended.
I should probably pin on the nose
Me: you say romance isn't dead
Me: *cocks gun*
Me: lemme fix that for ya.
ive been thinking a lot lately.
Am I the reason someone is sad?
What happens after you die?
Does anyone look up to me?
Does somebody use me as a bad example for their kids?
I'm I the hero in somebody's story? Am I the villain?
What would the world be like if I didn't exist?
...
Anyways let's move on.
Ive also been thinking
Death is like rain.
You never think about it until you experience it.
The first time you are made aware of it (be it in a movie, a book, a show or real life) you can't stop thinking about it.
It creeps up on you.
You catch yourself thinking
Is it gonna rain today? (Is someone going to die)
Am I gonna get caught in it? (Am I going to die)
Is my friend going to get caught in the rain? (Is my friend going to die)
Is it going to sprinkle or pour? (Will it be painful or painless?)
And we may be able to move on after it happens, and go about our life, but it's always there.
Looming in the background.
And it will remind you of the fact.
You wish it wouldn't happen again, but you know it will.
At least the rainbows pretty. (At least they are at peace now.)
(TW for suicidal themes at the end)
The balcony.
My most prominent memory is of the balcony, Leaning against the railing and staring longingly into the sea of stars above my head.
A whisp of a memory from when I was an infant, My mother holding me, Standing on the balcony.
No matter what had happened each day, I always found my way back to the balcony at its end.
My fifth birthday, My sixth, My seventh, All the way through my fifteenth, At every party, The balcony was where I hid.
I met my best friend there, My crush asked my out there, My mother died there.
And that is where I became queen.
Now, So much time has passed, A cycle at least.
Of which cycle I cannot tell, But it is much time nonetheless.
I stay trapped here, On this balcony.
The balcony where my life began, I am trapped.
But I cannot leave.
If I leave they will be forgotten, The people of the balcony memories.
If they are forgotten, They never existed at all.
I am trapped in this balcony.
This balcony where my life began, This balcony where it shall end.
And as I lay there, Looking up at the stars, with the balcony just barely in view, I wonder.
And I hope this will not happen anew.
LGBT+ refugees in Gorom Camp, South Sudan, are currently facing hunger, no clean water or medical care, and daily threats. The war in Sudan has made things worse, and some of them are in hiding, are injured or have lost their lives.
Below is their mission statement
...
Dear friends
I am Frank Qum an LGBTQ person in a sudan refugee camp. I and my fellow LGBTQ refugees face a lot of challenges including homophobia, hunger, lack of medication, lack of bedding and so many other challenges.
We are aiming at raising 5,000 USD to cover all those expenses so that LGBTQ people can get essential necessities like pads, food, medication and bedding so that they aren’t pressured into prostitution. Anything you can give will be of much help towards our survival however small it may be.
We thank you for standing with us in this horrible and traumatizing situation.
yours faithfully
Frank Qum.
HELP THEM
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