So, India Is Dying.

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

my blog is just pretty things and daddy issues on god.

my dad and i are like:

i hate my dad for not standing up for me. he is the only one who believes in me. i couldnt breathe. you gave me sliced oranges. i needed you. i go to you when i’m crying and you make it all okay. i am scared of your quiet temper. you are home. i hate myself for hurting you. i can’t be without you. it hurts to be around you. we will never be the same as we were when i was 11. i miss you when you’re right beside me. i wish you loved me now like you used to. you sacrificed everything for me. i wish i was all you wanted me to be. please love me. you call me and tell me im okay and i did well. you left me. your hugs are the only thing that make me feel safe in this world. you let them hurt me because you didn’t want to go against them. you are all i’ve wanted to run from. you’re all im running towards. i call to you in my dreams i hope you will turn back just once. please don’t hurt mom. please dont hate me for everything. i love you more than i can say. i hate myself for hating you. you are the only thing in this world worth fighting for. thank you for everything you’ve done. hug me one last time before i go. please. please dad. i love you. i would peel your apples for you when you’re 70. i want you to be happier than you’ve ever been. you deserved to be loved you were so young. I will love you forever. i do not know if i can ever forgive you.

“The police don’t target black people,” says the white person.

“LGBTQ+ people have plenty of protection,” says the straight, cisgender person.

“Women don’t feel harassed at work,” says the man. 

“Poor people don’t need more government help,” says the rich person. 

“Immigrants feel welcome here,” says the natural-born citizen. 

Please stop invalidating the concerns of people who have problems that you’re not experiencing. Instead, listen to them, and learn what you can do to help. 

I just miss sunghoon so here’s a random board i guess😭 of things that remind me of him

Song dedication (unrelated)

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please i really need help, i havent had anything substantial to eat in days now and i’m having brain fog. i need just a couple dollars and i can eat. i haven’t been able to get my medication or HRT for months now and i feel miserable. i got my car totaled in a head on collision by a speeding driver in February of this year that left me in debt and permanently with chronic pain + being a really, really traumatic experience. i live alone and i’m very, very behind on rent and i have nowhere to go since my parents kicked me out when they found out i was trans. i’m honestly really, really scared and i don’t know how stuff is going to work out for me here.

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