HELP ME GET THROUGH UNTIL THE NEXT PAYCHECK. I NEED TO FUCKING GET CLEANING SUPPLIES AND BASIC SURVIVAL NEEDS.
I NEED TO ORDER MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE ON TOP OF IT ALL SO I DONT GET ROYALLY FUCKED OVER BY THIS PIECE OF SHIT SETTLER COUNTRY. CANT AFFORD TO ORDER IT.
AND MY PAYCHECK IS ON THAT BULLSHIT BIWEEKLY SCHEDULE, AND NONETHELESS I STILL NEVER MAKE ENOUGH TO STAY AFLOAT.
black history month is coming to an end (in the us at least) and a disabled, black lesbian couple could really use some help
as you guys know the last few years have been really rough on us, but for the most part we’ve been able to take care of our selves, get jobs and manage to the best of our abilities. unfortunately college has been fucking us in the ass and groceries have increased tenfold where we live
we live in a 8 person household + a cat, and our main priority is my little brother, my cat and my grandma + our various meds. my dad lost his job recently so I’ve been having to pick up the slack and I have really little income so I’ve been having a really hard time balancing that alongside college, living in trump country (haha we’re in danger), and trying to support my family
my gf and I are at the end of our ropes. this gets more humiliating the older we get and we hope that once this semester ends we’ll be in a better place
I’m willing to do bust commissions starting at $50, but I am chronically ill and I’m dealing with a rather gnarly untreated hand injury so those would take a while to be done
Thank you so much for reading, I know everyone is suffering right now so I don’t expect much, but anything helps
hi hello, this is kinda urgent. thanks to a bunch of kind people, we’ve survived a majority of this month and have been able to get to and from school, pick some of my meds up, and order groceries as of today! Unfortunately, we haven’t made enough to cover my gfs tuition and we are running out of time
we are both working but we can’t cover this alone (and I won’t get hours for a week and a half) and on top of everything else we are desperate.
People have already helped us so much, so I feel terrible for asking but I had to be realistic.
hey y'all - been meaning to post this for a friend for awhile but god kinda overwhelmed by the current Sepsis Debacle. a good friend of mine and her girlfriend are in need of some assistance so i offered to try n help crowdfund for them. they’re both transfem, disabled, and low income and samantha is black as well. here is a statement written by samantha:
“Hey tumblr. My name is Samantha. I’m a disabled black trans woman, and I need your help. I’ve been struggling to find work the past few months, not to mention the racism even when I do get hired. I spent most of my twenties homeless. This is the first time I’ve had stable housing in forever. I’m trying not to panic as I fall further behind on rent. Meeting this goal would save me SO much stress, keep me housed and on track at this early stage in my gender transition. Please help any way you can.
please help my friends if you can - sam’s girlfriend has been a close friend of mine for several years at this point and always puts in the effort to try and help support me whenever is capable and i would really like to do that in return 🫶🏽
ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ general crwdfnd! (ᵔᴥᵔ) if i ⟳ this, need help! we’re moe (it) — trans, disabled, marginalized & trying to survive (bills, abuse, trauma, harassment, stalking, etc). im job hunting + attempting to flee abusers. can do art or xxx if sent $. dm if needed! ⚘ paylinksgfmcomms
Don’t make me say goodbye to my child while he’s still breathing… Don’t let his last breaths be before my eyes while I’m helpless! 💔😭
I’m not writing these words… I’m bleeding them,screaming them, holding on to them as if they’re the last lifeline before everything else sinks.My child is lying in front of me now, his tiny body connected to wires, his eyes half-open as if begging for life, as if pleading for my help… But I have nothing but tears, nothing but pain, nothing but this last plea!
They told me, “Either you pay immediately, or we’ll disconnect his respirator.”
Can you imagine the meaning of these words? Can you imagine being told that your child’s life is just a number on a bill?Being given a deadline to say goodbye as if his death is inevitable, for no reason other than that I’m poor?!
I haven’t slept in days.I watch his chest rise and fall with difficulty,counting his breaths as if I’m saying goodbye to each one,and waiting… Will this be my last?Will I be shocked now? Will everything stop while I stand helpless?
Imagine holding your child in your arms, feeling their warmth, hearing their weak heartbeat… but knowing that you may only be hours, or maybe minutes, away from losing them. Imagine hearing their breathing as they slowly die, and you don’t even have the power to scream to save them!
I’m not asking for much… I just ask for my child to live! To see him run, to hear his laughter again, to feel his tiny arms wrapped around me, instead of holding his body in my arms!
Please, I beg you, by anything, by any amount, by any means… Don’t let him go! Don’t let this darkness swallow our lives!
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