Hello,

Hello,

I hope this message finds you well. My name is Ashley miles, and I’m a queer refugee from Uganda, currently residing in the Gorom refugee camp in South Sudan. I understand this message might come as a surprise, but I felt compelled to reach out given the circumstances my community and I are facing.

As the representative of a group of LGBTIQ refugees here, I’ve witnessed firsthand the dire conditions we endure daily. Many of us are starving, living without access to proper food, water, or medical care. Some members of our community are also living with HIV/AIDS and struggle to access treatment. The challenges we face are compounded by the harsh anti-LGBTIQ laws in South Sudan, which put us at constant risk of persecution.

We are in urgent need of support to survive. If there is any way you can assist, whether by sharing our story or contributing to our fundraiser, it would mean everything to us in these desperate times. You can find our GoFundMe here:

https://gofund.me/4d80b32c

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I appreciate any help you might be able to offer.

Warm regards,

Ashley

hi ashley! i am sorry to hear about your situation, this is a pressing issue and i care about it. i’ll boost and share your fundraiser. i hope you’re safe

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The Saga of Clark (part 1)

i’m leaving the theatre crying over this movie. tears streaming down my cheeks. i first read the wild robot in my 3rd grade class with my best friend next to me and our whole class cried reading the ending. we were so inconsolable our teacher panicked and promised us that it wasn’t the end of Roz’s story, and had to deviate from our regular reading curriculum to buy us the sequel and read it out loud. Roz was the first mother i had encountered who loved unconditionally.

the raw indescribable emotion i felt watching her come to life on the screen, seeing fink and brightbill and the possum family animated so beautifully made me feel again. the wild robot was my escape as a kid, a book i’d return to time and time again and read until it became stagnant in my brain. remembering the illustrations and conversations between characters was something so special for my younger self during this movie. it drove me so insane, i was crying in the first 15 minutes when she put her hand on the tree and the butterflies whipped around her.

every single frame of this movie was a work of art, a love letter to humanity, animation, and the natural world. i am going to be posting excessively about it. this is a threat.