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August & Jane from One Last Stop

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Alright guys, my current hyper-fixation is reading. I’ve read both One Last Stop and Red White and Royal Blue this week and I’m currently reading They Both Die in the End. My page is probably going to be consumed by these things until I get burnt out and go another six months without reading anything

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Red White & Royal Blue + My Favorite Quotes

“And the whole world watched, and h i s t o r y remembered.”

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Pride month feels like a really ironic time for me to be questioning whether I MIGHT like men a little bit after all

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Updated: am I a lesbian or am I a bisexual with sexual trauma that needs to be worked out in therapy?

Am I a lesbian or am I a bisexual who has only ever dated shitty men? The world may never know

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What's your sexuality

stupid

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get to know the blogger

anonymously (or not) ask me any question you’d like to know about me

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They are lesbians and they are in love and I will die on this hill

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So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

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I have a hard time telling the difference between what’s a normal amount of sad and what’s a “I need to up the dosage on my meds” amount of sad

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I’m going to make a confession here bc I’m drunk and there is no one else in my life rn I can say this to.

Over a year and a half ago I met this girl and we saw each other for two or three weeks, and I genuinely believe I fell in love with her. I have never believed in love at first sight before her. I have never believed in soulmates. But being with her felt like coming home. It felt like finding something I never knew I was missing. Like I’d been underwater for so long but finally came up for air. And she ended things with me because she wanted someone else. I have never known heartbreak that intense. Almost a year and a half later and it still hurts to think about.

I’m so afraid that I’ll never feel that again. I’m afraid that I’ll never laugh as hard as I did with her. I’m afraid that I’ll never feel that incredible sense of coming home. That feeling like I’ve known someone for a lifetime. I’m afraid that one day I’ll end up settling for someone who makes me feel half as much as she did.

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Am I a lesbian or am I a bisexual who has only ever dated shitty men? The world may never know

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For this ides of march I propose we bring back the tradition of stabbing political leaders we don't like

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all sapphics know is falling in love with girls at the grocery store, flannels, big boots, taylor swift, cottagecore, yearning, cutting their fingernails, tea, girl in red, hot chip and lie

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In order to heal, you have to embrace the hurt

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