it’s been 8 years since i lost my dad and some days it feels like i need two weeks off to grieve, when i get bad news at the doctor, when a pain i know he shared with me is acting up, and suddenly i’m so so alone in my pain, because the only person who ever knew what it’s like isn’t here anymore

two days in the middle of the week, having to come back in for thursday and friday. and with no pay. i’m just thinking about how i saw someone say, about grief, “my mommy’s dead but the world doesn’t care”, as if we are supposed to get it together and stop crying after two days

I'm a disabled trans guy who's currently dealing with homelessness, need assistance affording shelter and basic necessities.

Need about $300/week to stay at this motel. Need $50/week for transportation & food.

Current weekly goal is 0/$350~

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i’m at such a loss i nees this fucking thing out of my house. no one wants to take him and i cant afford fees for a shelter to take him

best enjoyed while listening to i want things to be beautiful by devi mccallion

figuring it out

i wish i knew how to make my art look creepy

and i keep going “this is stressing me out i am at work and do not need to stress” and then proceeding to another task that stresses me out. i have the brain of a rat trapped in the cage with water and drug water and i am choosing the drug water