I Keep Seeing All The Charities And Such About Palestine But Don't Have Any Money To Give Since I Have
I keep seeing all the charities and such about Palestine but don't have any money to give since I have no income, is there anyway for me to support the cause non-financially? I would happily donate if I had money but just don't.
I tend to not speak out about important social issues since I struggle socially when it comes to handling sensitive topics so any resources are welcome.
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hey look, shit is about to get very dark but I promise you it gets 1000x darker if you let this tip you into the conspiratorial bullshit mines. cut that out. not even for fun, this is not a joke.
Our old apartment had what looked like a light switch which actually just shut off the power to my brother-in-laws room specifically. It has happened several times. It also turns off the internet.
My maternal grandfather was gay and died during the aids epidemic while my mother was still young. I often wonder what impact having a grandfather in the community would have done for my internalized phobias growing up. Would I have come out and been happier sooner? Would I have been able to share in my queerness with a grandfather I never knew if he was around now?
My plushy growing up was a gift from him to my mom, who she then gifted to me. It's like I carried a piece of the grandfather I would never know with me. It's odd how a tragedy that occurred before I was born can impact me now through the past that could have been.
one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess
I miss the smell, and the carpet patterns
reblog if you remember what it felt like to walk into blockbuster