I Am Relatively Young But In Final Stage Renal Failure. I Have A Higher Chance Of Survival IF I Can Recieve

Me writing at three a.m.:

Me after waking up four hours later, sleep-deprived, eyes bloodshot, one eyelid twitching as I stare at an incomprehensible doc filled with word nonsense:

what is the most brutally honest reason you write?

Why don’t you like contraception?

Birth control pills can give women depression.

Condoms break.

Etc...

Allow me to rephrase; I don't think contraception always work but it is important for women. I wish it was improved.

i cant talk right now im doing hot girl shit *crawls down a castle wall in lizard fashion*

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this is a burner blog so my abusers dont find me but i really need financial support so i can afford to leave my abusers' home and live away from them. i dont want to get to much into it because it'll possibly be triggering but my mother and brother have been beating and abusing me since i was a child. i came out as trans / gay and while i was expecting it to be bad, i didnt expect to be completely neglected or beaten with barely any inbetween. please signal boost this or reblog or something - i just need to leave this house before something worse happens. thank you for reading this, remember you dont HAVE to donate, a rt is enough, but it does help me out!

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excerpt ; the daughter of denmark ; chapter ?

“I am here because you are dying. I am here because of your fate.”

“But you said — before, you said if I die. Now you say it is my fate to die?”

The fylgja laughed. It sounded like the ringing of church bells on an early morning. It filled Hamlet with simultaneous joy and apprehension. She did not know why the creature laughed. She did not know what God would ask of her. She knew nothing.

“It is everyone’s fate to die, child. Even the gods, one day, will curl themselves into a grave. But there is a difference between how one ends and how they got there.” The fylgja extended her palms to either side of her, like the statues of the dead in the tombs of Roskilde. One hand held its sword, the other was palm up, empty. “Your fate is both at once. You will die as all men do, but will it be now?”

[image: “La Forêt en Hiver au Coucher de Soleil”, Théodore Rousseau]