
I walk around like everything’s fine but deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.
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A little rushed but I wanted to get some good wlw content out there for lesbian visibility day, so have some Sunny and Sky cuddles! 💛💙
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- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.
No one will know which applies.
i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.
i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……
southern europe is burning.
my country is burning.
people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.
yesterday my country had 300 active fires.
people are losing EVERYTHING they own.
i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.
and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish.
i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately.
but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?
again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves:

An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete

Torneros de Jamuz, Spain

Duca, Croatia

A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste

Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios

Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.

Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece

Portugal

in my head theres a little mouse wearing a little apron and she makes all my emotions
I have come to the realization that I do in fact have a type. Dark haired girls with big, dark eyes and wicked eyeliner skills, I’m talking sharp enough to stab a man in the back with. And don’t even get me started on girls with half-dyed hair, or dye that hasn’t been redone for just long enough to see their natural roots coming back in. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
All this to say, I might have a tiny crush on Jenny Rose Baker.
Tag yourself: what’s your type?
Thinking about that time in sixth grade when I kissed my brother on the cheek in the hallway (he was in eighth grade) and a teacher yelled at us for it and said she was gonna call our parents. She didn’t realize we were siblings, even though my brother and I look a lot alike, and her face when we gave her the same phone number to call our “moms” (same mom) was priceless. 😆