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For this Juneteenth, you can help a Black, bisexual & Muslim teacher stay safe!

Hi, my name is Az & you may follow my teaching anecdotes on my blog. If so, you know I am very open about being gay and Black in a very unsafe and dangerous, conservative area. My neighbors fly Gadsden flags (which are a crypto symbol of white supremacy) and two of them participated in the Capitol riots in January. My city has one of the 5 most dangerous and racist police forces in the entire USA.

Please help me build a privacy fence that locks to keep my senior dog and me safe. DM or send me an ask for any questions! There’s a longer story on my GFM if you’re interested. If you can’t donate to GFM, I’ll link my Kofi, venmo, and cashapp below. Thanks in advance for your help! ✊🏽🖤

GoFundMe: Here!!

Kofi | Venmo @ azzylon | Cashapp: $AzElise

there are two key questions to gauge what sort of Weird Girl someone was as a preteen.

a) horses, dolphins or dragons?

b) Vikings, Ancient Egyptians or dinosaurs?

tell me in the tags please. if you were allowed to pick your own room decor between 7 and 13 the answer to A should be self evident bc every Weird Girl I knew who was allowed to pick had one of those three themes.

forever rooting for sensitive girls!!!!!! you have big hearts and a poet’s soul i love you

Robert Sheehan photographed for Rollacoaster Magazine - 2019

That overwhelmingly safe feeling when you’re sitting in the back seat of the car at night while your parents drive. Maybe you’re on your way home, maybe you’ve just finished up a long day on the road during a family vacation and you drift in and out of sleep while the yellow street lights ebb in and out over your head. I wish that feeling lasted forever.

https://instagram.com/fai.rytalelife?igshid=zlfnru06lm8

I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

Now I’m losing sight of who I’m meant to be in this reality

Rina Sawayama - Where U Are

emily brontë / wuthering heights

One third of GoFundMe campaigns are for necessary medical expenses. People are “donating” their vacation days so that a new mom can stay home with her baby. A college-educated homeless man stood on the street handing out resumes in desperation, begging for a job, any job. Multiple posts about parents buying teachers necessities like a car and school supplies went viral.

Twitter and the media highlight these stories as heartwarming examples of “sacrifice” and people “pulling themselves up by their bootstraps.”

I call bullshit. Only in a dystopian society would we feel anything other than horrified at the thought of people crowdfunding their most basic needs.