New Year, Same Story, but relief is starting to roll in, in the formof an additional income source! But we're not out of the hole yet.

I’ll keep this brief. I’m a newly single mother of 4 kids with complex needs. I’m also recovering from cancer, and I am currently battling liver failure brought on by said cancer. I’m working my ass off to make ends meet while trying to take care of all my kids, but it’s just not enough. My eldest has school money coming in now to help with funds, so it’s not just me working, and we're in the process of getting my 15yo on SSI (we'rehopefully so close), but until SSI happens, we need help. A lot of help.

Right now, I need to stretch 2 paychecks I’m getting on February 8th and 23rd by about $700 each. And I need to figure out a portion (no longer all) of March rent which is $1468.

My goal for February is $1900. My PayPal is here. Please ignore my deadname.

Also. I'm about to have a MAJOR surgery to fix my liver. This will mean 6 weeks of unpaid recovery. I'm not sure when the surgery is happening so my February goal doesn't reflect it, but I might need to change the goal really at any point. But after the surgery I plan to bust ass more than I already am, and bring in more income best as work will let me.

Edit: I Know my months. I know what month it is. Swear!

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Hi Dear Hearts! I'm doing a giveaway in which one winner will receive one A3-sized lyric print of their choice. Here's how it's going to work:

Good luck!

My cat's had UTI and the vet bills scared me, guys. He's been to the vet more than 7 times now, and his meds range from 700 pesos to 900 pesos. He also had to be put on an IV drip for a short while. Both my parents and I are disabled, and half my family needs insulin every day to survive. I do commissions but after being sick for half of January and early February, I've been trying to catch up to commissions I owe people. I just dont know what to do. I'm humbly asking for your help to survive this month of February. I'm eternally grateful to every help I can get. I'm struggling to buy his pet food, my parents meds for survival, our electricity and water. If you can spare me anything I am forever grateful. Thank you, thank you. I am attaching my PayPal on a reblog as tumblr's algorithm does not boost posts with links. Im so sorry for doing this, and again I am so grateful to you all

My paypal: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/calebhosalla

My ko-fi:

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Please rb if you can- thank you so so much.

Heart attacks symptoms are different for women. I recently learned this. 

Everyone should know these things.

thanks to mainstream media and being unable to show breasts on TV, way too few people know about female signs of cardiac distress, and impending heart attacks. they only know about the “pain in the left arm” male symptom.

i had all these symptoms once and they sent me right to hospital

it was scary bc i didnt know these were the symptoms for female heart issues

Please, please, PLEASE, reblog this. i don’t know if I did save or called false alarm, with my boss’ life tonight. I felt I was being a bit paranoid, overreacting, but I told Mirage my thoughts and he, after reading over the article I showed him, immediately sprung into action and then shooed her off to the hospital. I don’t know if I did or not, but I knew she’d been super stressed. She’d off-handedly commented on her arm tingling and I asked her if she felt queasy on a hunch. I went to look at the symptoms and we went from there.

Holy shit, I didn’t even think the symptoms would be different between men and women. This is so hugely important and I don’t understand why we aren’t taught this. 

One of the other symptoms that doesn’t get talked about , especially in women, is a “feeling of impending doom”. I am not even kidding, that is a legitimate diagnostic criteria. Please - if you are feeling any of these symptoms and a sudden onset of “Holy shit the world is ending” do not let anyone tell you it’s “just nerves” or “just heartburn” or something.

Keep these in mind ESPECIALLY IF YOU’VE GOT HEART DISEASE IN YOUR FAMILY!  So many more women die from heart attacks than because they don’t recognize the symptoms when they’re so different. Please stay safe and stay informed.

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Oh look at that. Those are all symptoms (yes even the impending doom one) I felt last week before going to hospital after all. Would have been nice to know beforehand, but after all I had suspected a heart attack 🤷🏻‍♀️

https://www.gofundme.com/f/brandon039s-medical-bills-and-medical-expenses

As of June 9th, this one still hasn’t met its target.

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

I WISHED FOR SNK MERCH THE FIRST TIME. I GOT A JACKET.

I WISHED FOR MY GIRLFRIEND THE SECOND TIME. I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.

THIS WORKs I WISHED I WAS MOVING TO NORTH CAROLINA AND GUESS WHAT GUYS IM MOVING TO NC IN AUGUST I PROMISE U IM NOT LYING

guys ok ur probably thinking that this is all just bs right? WELL I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT I WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD CHAT ME AND HE DID AND IM FREAKING OUT not even kidding i swear on my grampas grave this works

I love this it always works for me yey thank u shooting star :’)

woah the notes let’s hope my wish comes true

A Thought:

The Father:

The Son:

And The Holy Spirit:

The French Netflix uploaded this on twitter…….

this is by far the most powerful thing I’ve seen since Trump won and everyone needs to see this

About the aforementioned miners:

Basically: workers owed thousands of dollars (each!) in back pay from a now-bankrupt company are blocking trains from leaving with the coal they mined. On top of the weeks of free labor, they haven’t been formally laid off, so they are unable to draw on unemployment. Some have even been issued bench warrants for lack of payments that were being garnished from their paychecks.

This action is part of a long standing tradition in Harlan County. Miners there have a long history of strikes and direct action against exploitative, extractive mining companies, including an all-out war in the 1930s, yet there is no longer a union to protect the rights they fought so hard for the past hundred years.

Here is a fundraiser to help meet the immediate needs of affected people and their families. Please donate if you can!

this hit me like a bus

I’ll reblog it till my fingers bleed

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

I don’t know if you know this now, but right now, there are two sisters from Saudi Arabia that are FLEEING the country and seeking asylum to escape their abusive family. If they return to Saudi Arabia, there’s a very good chance they’ll end up in a forced marriage, raped or even KILLED.

They made a video explaining what happened here

Here are some news articles I found about this

They managed to get to Twitter and alert everyone about their situation, but Twitter took their accounts down

Twitter is actually trying to SILENCE them and make sure that no one knows about this. Don’t let them get away with it. Reblog this and use the hashtag #SaveDuaandDalal

Thanks to @daughter-of-iblis for letting me know about this

REBLOG AND SPREAD THE WORD

@thatpettyblackgirl @fandomsandfeminism @fandomshatepeopleofcolor @fandomshatewomen @feminists-against-feminism @muslimgirlarmy @refugeeswelcome @thisiseverydayracism @ruinedchildhood @one-time-i-dreamt @one-ex-muslim-girl

This fake yarn is supposedly better for sheep.

Aimed at people who don’t know where wool comes from, it’s 100% plastic. Yes, plastic.

So any garment you wash will release microfibres into the sea. It’ll never decompose.

You’re supposed to believe that sheep shearing is violent and cruel. There are imbeciles out there that work in an unprofessional manner while shearing, but that’s not the case overall.

Sheep don’t suffer from having their fleece removed.

Left on, the fleece can become a home for fly eggs and the subsequent maggots which can eat the sheep. Chemical treatments are available to prevent that happening. It’s much better for the sheep, the land and the farmer to avoid chemical use.

Don’t be fooled. Wool is a sustainable material, one we should make more and better use of.

Miscrofibers hurt our fish friends. 😓

“Don’t call Trump supporters nazis, it hurts their feelings.”

Yes, this is real (link to tweet). Yes, Tucker Carlson is literally repeating Nazi propaganda that aided the genocide of the Romani during the Holocaust. Yes, I am furious. 

(Also, although there is a large population of Romani in Romania, they aren’t indigenous to Romania. They’re a diasporic group originally from northern India.)

Romani and Jewish have been screaming at the top of their lungs for years about neo-fascism in Europe, and Americans were totally aloof.

Then neo-fascism reared its head in America, but Roma and Jews were left out of the conversation in terms of people being impacted, because our oppression was “over.”

Now Tucker Carlson is on live TV using slurs and Nazi propaganda about Romani people, and I’m 90% most people on the left are just going to ignore it.

It’s fucking starting y'all. It’s happening again.

If you’re not Jewish or Roma PLEASE BOOST THIS.

and it should be pointed the word being used by tucker carlson here that starts with a g is a slur for romani people and should not be used 

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Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

#look#you don’t go in a fairy ring and you don’t fuck with a stone in the middle of a field#these are just facts#nobody does it#fairies will fuck you up#Ireland#folklore#fairies (Via @false-dawn)

Look, I don’t believe in God, but I will not disrespect the Good Gentlemen of the Hills. That’s just common sense.

Between this and the Icelanders with their elves I do not understand what is going on above the 50th parallel.

My general rule of thumb: you don’t have to believe in everything, but don’t fuck with it, just in case.

^^^ that part

This is truer than true. Especially the Irish part.

Let me tell you what I know about this after living here for nearly thirty years.

This is a modern European country, the home of hot net startups, of Internet giants and (in some places, some very few places) the fastest broadband on Earth. People here live in this century, HARD.

Yet they get nervous about walking up that one hill close to their home after dark, because, you know… stuff happens there.

I know this because Peter and I live next to One Of Those Hills. There are people in our locality who wouldn’t go up our tiny country road on a dark night for love or money. What they make of us being so close to it for so long without harm coming to us, I have no idea. For all I know, it’s ascribed to us being writers (i.e. sort of bards) or mad folk (also in some kind of positive relationship with the Dangerous Side: don’t forget that the root word of “silly”, which used to be English for “crazy”, is the Old English _saelig_, “holy”…) or otherwise somehow weirdly exempt.

And you know what? I’m never going to ask. Because one does not discuss such things. Lest people from outside get the wrong idea about us, about normal modern Irish people living in normal modern Ireland.

You hear about this in whispers, though, in the pub, late at night, when all the tourists have gone to bed or gone away and no one but the locals are around. That hill. That curve in the road. That cold feeling you get in that one place. There is a deep understanding that there is something here older than us, that doesn’t care about us particularly, that (when we obtrude on it) is as willing to kick us in the slats as to let us pass by unmolested.

So you greet the magpies, singly or otherwise. You let stones in the middle of fields be. You apologize to the hawthorn bush when you’re pruning it. If you see something peculiar that cannot be otherwise explained, you are polite to it and pass onward about your business without further comment. And you don’t go on about it afterwards. Because it’s… unwise. Not that you personally know any examples of people who’ve screwed it up, of course. But you don’t meddle, and you learn when to look the other way, not to see, not to hear. Some things have just been here (for various values of “here” and various values of “been”) a lot longer than you have, and will be here still after you’re gone. That’s the way of it. When you hear the story about the idiots who for a prank chainsawed the centuries-old fairy tree a couple of counties over, you say – if asked by a neighbor – exactly what they’re probably thinking: “Poor fuckers. They’re doomed.” And if asked by anybody else you shake your head and say something anodyne about Kids These Days. (While thinking DOOMED all over again, because there are some particularly self-destructive ways to increase entropy.)

Meanwhile, in Iceland: the county council that carelessly knocked a known elf rock off a hillside when repairing a road has had to go dig the rock up from where it got buried during construction, because that road has had the most impossible damn stuff happen to it since that you ever heard of. Doubtless some nice person (maybe they’ll send out for the Priest of Thor or some such) will come along and do a little propitiatory sacrifice of some kind to the alfar, belatedly begging their pardon for the inconvenience.

They’re building the alfar a new temple, too.

Atlantic islands. Faerie: we haz it.

The Southwest is like this in some ways. You don’t go traveling along the highways at night with an empty car seat. Because an empty car seat is an invitation. You stick your luggage, your laptop bag, whatever you got in that seat. Else something best left undiscussed and unnamed (because to discuss it by name is to go ‘AY WE’RE TALKING BOUT YA WE’RE HERE AND ALSO IGNORANT OF WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF’ at the top of your damn lungs at them) will jump in to the car, after which you’re gonna have a bad time.

If you’re out in the woods, you keep constant, consistent count of your party and make sure you know everyone well enough that you can ID them by face alone, lest something imitating a person get at you. They like to insert themselves in the party and just observe before they strike. It’s a game to them. In general you don’t fuck with the weird, you ignore the lights in the sky (no, this isn’t a god damn night vale reference, yes I’m serious) and the woods, you lock up at night and you don’t answer the door for love or money. Whatever or whoever’s knocking ain’t your buddy.

^ So much good advice in this post right here

I live in the south and… you just… don’t go into the woods or fields at night.

Don’t go near big trees in the night

If you live on a farm, don’t look outside the windows at night

I have broken all these rules.

I’ve seen some shit.

If it sounds like your mom, but you didn’t realize your mom is home…. it’s not your mom. Promise.

One walked onto the porch once. Wasn’t fun. But they’re not super keen on guns. Typically bolt when they see one.

You think it’s the neighbor kids.

It’s not the neighbor kids.

Might sound like coyotes but you never really /see/ the coyotes but then wow that one cow was reaaaaaally fucked up this morning. The next night when you hear another one screaming you just turn the tv up a little more. Maybe fire a gun in the air but you don’t go after it. If it is coyotes then it’s probably a pack and you seriously don’t want to fuck with that and if it’s the other thing you seriously REALLY don’t want to fuck with that.

So in the south, especially near the mountains, you just go straight from your car to inside your house, draw your curtains and watch tv.

If you see lights in the fields just fucking leave it alone.

Eyes forward. Don’t be fucking stupid. Mind your own business. Call your neighbors and tell them to bring the cats in. There’s coyotes out. Some of them know. Most of them don’t.

Other than that everything’s a ghost and they died in the civil war. Literally all of everything else is just the civil war. We used to smell old perfume and pipe tobacco in the weeks leading up to the battle anniversaries.

Shit’s wild and I sound fucking crazy but I swear to god it’s true.

Every time this post comes around, it’s my favorite to open up the notes and read the stories. Probably shouldn’t have since I’m sleeping alone tonight, but you know, it’s fine. 😂

Austrian girl here who has lived in Ireland for 5+ years. This shit is LEGIT. I’ve seen it with my own two Catholic eyes. 

Sure, visit during the day. That’s alright as long as you’re respectful. But you couldn’t PAY ME ENOUGH to go there at night. These are also the last places where you wanna start littering. 

I grew up in southwest Pennsylvania which is a weird mixture of American cultures and environments. I was in the heavily forested mountains (northern Appalachia) but had lots and lots of corn fields and cow pastures. Like the Smoky Mountains and fields of Kansas combined. And being so cut off from a lot of the world, we had our fair share of ghost stories.

We had ‘witches’ in the mountains (more like ghost-women who will snatch you up by making you wander in a daze around the forest like the Blair Witch before killing you or letting you back out into society but you’re… different). Or devils in springs or abandoned wells (don’t look too long into one or something will follow you). 

But we also had the cornfield demons. I’ve witnessed this many times. You’ll be in the passenger seat looking out the window and see red glowing eyes in the cornfield. No light shining in that direction. Just two red dots a few inches apart faintly glowing in a pitch black cornfield. They’re not the glow of deer eyes in the headlights. More like the embers of a dying fire. Sometimes, as you drive away, you’ll look out the back window or side mirror and you can see the eyes have moved to the edge of the corn field, still watching you. If you bring it up with the driver, they’ll call you paranoid, but grip the wheel a bit tighter and driver a little faster.

I was walking to a friend’s house one night. It was about 20 minutes down a dirt road with forest on one side and a cornfield on the other. I’ve walked past it many times and wasn’t really concerned. My main worry was coming across a skunk or porcupine. I didn’t have a flashlight because the moonlight was bright enough and I knew the walk really well. Then I saw the eyes. I immediately averted mine (because for some reason that’s how to not annoy it) but they kept wandering back. They were still there, watching. I heard rustling and saw the eyes come closer and I took off running. I got to my friends without a scratch, but I was terrified. I mentioned it to my friend and that’s when I found out it was A Thing. Her parents agreed and shared their stories. I brought it up more and almost everyone knew what I was talking about. It was a phenomenon a lot of folks around town experienced but never mentioned. To this day, I don’t linger around poorly light cornfields at night. 

@thedevilinthealchemy and I are very old friends. I used to live in the same town as her, in Southern California. One night, a few years ago, we were celebrating the end of finals and the start of winter break, and we just hanging out in her car, killing ourselves with late night Taco Bell. Well, we decide we don’t want to go home just yet, so we start driving. We drive up a canyon, near her place. Now, we both had made this trip many, many times, in daylight and dark. A local tourist trap is in that canyon, and there’s a shortcut to a college campus that goes through that canyon. It was a normal winter night in SoCal. 

Well, about halfway through I start to get scared. For no reason. Within the span of two heartbeats I grew so terrified that my palms were shaking and my mouth was dry and for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off the wood to the driver’s side. 

“Turn around.” I say, quickly. 

“Dude, already on it.” Kama said, doing a quick three point turn. I look in the mirror as she’s pealing away and see the creature. It was vaguely humanoid, and hairless, with elongated limbs and pitch black eyes, on all four limbs, loping after us. Now, if you’re in the know, you might be thinking “hey that’s like the creatures from Until Dawn, I call bullshit on this.” Well, Until Dawn was four years away, and it wasn’t even in development yet, so shush. 

I rip my eyes away from it and hold on tight as she drives. Then, at the same time, both of us get this instinct and we speak. 

“Don’t look in the backseat.” Needless to say, neither of us did. She drove damn near 90 on a dark canyon until we saw the lights of her complex at the mouth of it. 

I haven’t gone back in there since, and that canyon got shut down about a year ago due to a landslide and it hasn’t opened back up. I’m a history major, and research always has been my first love, so I go digging. I visit the local history society, talk about my tale. Turns out the whole valley used to belong to a people called the Tativam. One day, after the Spanish arrived, they vanished. Without a trace. We have a graveyard of theirs that we know of. One of my professors was trying to stop the houses that were being built on it. Spoiler alert: he didn’t, and the houses are hella haunted, and nobody wants to live there. 

Personally I do think the creature is a wendigo. That chain of mountains is park of unbroken chain that leads right up the Serra Nevadas and Donner Pass. 

THE Donner Pass. 

You do the math. 

@carolinemb88

I’m from Northern California myself, state capitol, and while we don’t have much by way of critters (sure, we’ve got Bigfoot up in the redwoods, but those guys are mostly harmless).

Most of what we’ve got is due to the Gold Rush, and not just the hauntings (though there are plenty of those, a great many of them are theatre ghosts, most of whom are harmless, though some are very particular).  What we’ve got by way of Things were brought along on the trail from the Old Country to the East Coast and then along thousands of miles of wagon trail.

We’ve got our fair share of phantom hitchhikers and women in white, but mostly what we’ve got are the Things That Survived The Flood.  There was a flood in the early 1860s, one that caused the state capitol to actually be relocated for a while, and when it was over and the floodwaters receded, there was enough sediment left behind that what had been the second floor of buildings was now the ground floor.

There are a handful of places in Old Town that you Do Not Go after dark (despite being safe during the day).  When I worked in Old Town, giving comedic history tours, we started from and returned to a restaurant that had a club downstairs (in what had been the ground floor before The Flood) and there was a storeroom down there that got locked at sunset and no one questioned it, but the door to that storeroom was pretty much right next to the portable shed we changed clothes in, and I know, more than once, I heard knocking and scratching and one of my very last tours I got a facefull of wet-plant rot smell (not quite mildew, but not stinky like rotting meat gets) so bad I couldn’t breathe. It’s one of the reasons I stopped doing the tours, really, because I was starting to get the feeling I was being singled out, and I didn’t want to find out what by.

When I was like 17, I lived in the woods on the northwest coast of canada. One day, I decided to go for a walk in a part of the woods I had never been to before. Because sometimes I see weird things out there, I made sure to bring my grandma’s dog with me, just running free and off-leash. These are wild woods, too, not parkland, so the only clear areas are deer trails. I stuck along to those because, you know, I don’t want to get lost, and about an hour in I hear this strange whistling. Just a short call- One long, sharp whistle followed quickly by a short, piping one. Now, I’m in a good mood and I figure it must be some new kind of bird, so I whistle back: long call, short call. It whistles again. I’m amused, so I whistle again. Long call, short call, and then just to be fun, I throw in a little trill at the end. It whistles back. It whistles back the exact same pattern. Now, normally that would freak me out, but I was in a REALLY good mood. A really weirdly good mood. So, I whistled again. And when it whistled back to me, I giggled. I… Don’t giggle. Not alone in the woods over basically nothing. The whistle came again, and there was a rustle in the distance. Seeing a shady outcrop, I ran to hide, feeling like I was playing hide-and-seek with someone. It whistled, I whistled back. Another rustle. Closer. I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen the dog in a while. I looked around, and saw him a few feet away, staring point-blank and totally still into the forest. The whistle came again, closer this time, and suddenly my weirdly bubbly feeling was gone. Instant fear. I got the dog’s attention and we absolutely booked it out of there, all the way back to the eight-foot-high gate that marked the start of the wild land. I locked it behind me, and we never went back. I never really had any idea what was whistling with me in the forest. Maybe some kind of mimic bird that had escaped home, or a squatter hiding out there sewhere messing with this kid and their dog. I only just remembered that when I was a kid, we learned about the Tsonoqua woman. The Tsonoqua woman is supposed to be an old woman who lives in the woods. She carries a basket on her back and has long, tangled hair. When children wander away from camp, it is said that she snatches them up in her basket and steals them away forever. But because she has bad sight, she uses her keen ears to hunt, and calls out with a birdlike whistle.

I have lived in southern California for a lifetime. There are things here that even I don’t understand. Things I can’t describe. If you ever take any advice from my blog, please, please, remember this.

Coyotes don’t hunt in packs.

I live in northern Michigan-like rural northern Michigan- and in all honesty the coyotes are a comfort to hear. Like they keep something away. My bedroom window faces the backyard and right where our property ends it’s acres and acres of forests and at night I swear I see something. Something that is not a deer or a coyote or whatever else you’d expect. I tend to see shadow people, too. Lots of them. I’ve always wondered what lies in the earth under the hills, but you can be damn sure I’ll never actively find out.

But along with that, I’m in the area of the Michigan Dogman: a monstrous wolf that stands nearly eight feet tall, with red eyes and no fear. I’m not scared of a lot, but the Dogman chills me to my core. And when you live in a place like this you listen to the legends and stories. You don’t go into the woods at night. Especially on a 7th year. Even if you don’t believe. You do not go into the woods at night. During the day, the wind will tell you where to go, the trees will protect you. But when the sky goes dark, the moon and stars are your only guide, and sometimes they like to stay quiet, and let the creatures do the talking.

if anyone could donate so i can at least feed my brother something id really really appreciate it 

I don’t know what else to say or do but for the past few years we have been struggling so much because of my mother being reckless with her money she put two of her cars in a title loan place and lost both our cars within a week , cars she has had for many years gone just like that. You may ask “don’t you have a job” I did ! But then I was hit with severe depression over a surgery I had and I had less hours but I still tried to work just to help my mom but all she did was pawn my jewelry and most of my things that I worked hard for. When my mother had surgery I helped her even though I just had my surgery and I wasn’t supposed to but a lot of strain on my back I was there for literally everyone in my family. We had our electricity , heat , phones, and had no food for weeks because she wouldn’t want to pay the bills the money I had would go towards buying food and paying some bills but after a while I really couldn’t do it on my own I started getting sick I would faint and my body would feel weak in a month id be in the hospital 7 times its awful and its still happening now more than before. some of you may not know but I have a brother who has autism I don’t have a problem with him taking care of him but I’m worried when we have no food or light and I have to lie to him and say some bs story just so he doesn’t stress out. But because I didn’t want to leave my brother alone I would not go to the hospital and I would suck it up and that proved to be a horrible idea because now I have a high fever and a bad ear infection and I’m in bed rest so now I can’t help at all and to top it off my insurance won’t cover most of my medications.

I am honestly begging right now for any help

Paypal: peunji345@gmail.com

Venmo: eunji1997

This is extremely urgent it has happened once and it’s happening again im honestly trying so hard to find a job but i can barely walk we have a disconnect for the water and light for $367.79 sometime this week my mom is no help at all no one in my family is when i can ill post the letter but right now im freaking the fuck out because we’re also going to lose our home.

Imagine showing this video to someone 6 months ago

Imagine showing this video to someone 1 year ago

oh my god.

This would literally be a closing shot in Black Mirror

A child is a person at every stage of development, and they deserve the right to life.

This information is just…blatantly false? 

At 6 weeks: 

“Inside, cells that will become your baby’s intestines are developing, along with the bud of tissue that will become her lungs, liver and kidneys.”

Not to mention, that at 6 weeks, a fetus doesn’t have the right to violate the pregnant person’s bodily autonomy.

At 7 weeks:

“Now measuring around 1cm long, your growing baby is about the size of a blueberry.

His hands look more like flattened paddles than palms with fingers. His legs and feet will go through the same development as his arms and hands, just a few days later.”

Does this look like it has fingers or toes? Hmm? Does it???

None of this is even considering that a fetus at seven weeks doesn’t have the right to violate the pregnant person’s bodily autonomy.

At 8 weeks:

You’re right that the tiny fetus is moving at this point, but plenty of single-cell organisms are capable of moving as well. We don’t throw fits about taking medicine to kill, say bacteria–a single celled organism, some of which have the capability of movement–when we get sick, now do we? But the rest is bullshit:

“Her hands are developing ridges where her fingers will be. However, her ankles, thighs, knees and toes are not yet distinct.”

How can something without proper hands be left or right-handed? Oh right, because this is mindless fear-mongering, outside of the realm of reality: 

“Most children have a preference for using one hand or the other by the age of about 18 months, and are definitely right or left-handed by about the age of three.”

Notice how it says children, and not fetuses. 

Oh, man, and I forgot to mention, at 8 weeks, it doesn’t have the right to violate the pregnant person’s bodily autonomy.

At 10 weeks: 

Lies, apparently. More lies.

The fetus cannot open its mouth or suck its fingers until week 11.

Fingerprints are not fully formed until 6 months.

Oh, but damnit, again I’ve forgotten: 

A FETUS NEVER HAS THE RIGHT TO VIOLATE A PREGNANT PERSON’S BODILY AUTONOMY!

This mindless fear-mongering only hurts pregnant people who seek to have an abortion for whatever reason they’d like, which is, scientifically speaking, NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

Anyway, ultimately your decision about what to do with your body is literally up to no one but you. And trying to take that right away from people is gross. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

-mod Aleksandr

Yes it is HALLOWEEN