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ok ive said it before but i really really recommend to every american possible that you try to get on medicaid if youre below the poverty line. i see people on here all the time with donation posts whos lives could absolutely be changed by medicaid.

you might have to jump through a few hoops to make sure you have all the right documents but you can even get it while homeless. pretty much the only requirement is that youre below the poverty line.

you can apply with or without disability plus there’s a good number of medicaid providers out there that will even cover trans expenses.

its absolutely worth applying and if you qualify theres a ton of other benefits you can get on top of that like foodstamps and free cellphone service. just find out where your local assistance office is and ask them what they can do to help you it will change your life

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Frey from rf4 is a closeted dom

On the outside she's all shy and polite and sweet, but in the sheets she'll put the fear of God in your dumb little twink ass.

I know this because she has really kinky, submissive pet names for all (or at least most) of her potential suitors.

Specifically she can ask Dylas to call her Master as part of a roleplay where he's the horse and she's the "benevolent yet firm master".

And the whole time she's completely calm, maintaining eye contact, not even slightly embarrassed or ashamed. She's got some crazy big dick energy, especially with her horse boyfriend.

In short, Frey is pegging the shit out of Dylas all of her suitors.

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me, age 14: I want anatagonists that are morally gray, who don’t realize they’re bad. They should be conflicted and have meaningful backstories.

me now: i want a villain that has “evil” listed every day on their calendars except sundays when they have mimosas with the protagonist

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True feminism is when women can traumatize other women

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I've got this sad little succulent named Bailey.

Unfortunately for her, I'm not really a plant person and definitely don't have a green thumb, but I'm trying my best to take care of her.

Most of her leaves have dried up and fallen off. Even when I water her and keep her in enough sunlight she still withers a bit. But she's growing these new beautiful buds despite almost falling apart.

We're both doing our best. It gives me some hope to see this little cactus still trying to bloom despite all my shortcomings taking care of her.

Maybe I shouldn't attach emotional meaning to a plant, but hey. It keeps me going.

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Don't you ever want to just fuck up your life? Smoke, drink, get high and party so you can forget the emptiness inside your soul

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The mean girls musical is so fucking good, check out this gay shit right here. Why is Janis my everything and why do I ship Janis and Cady more than I reasonably should.

i hope you appreciate my tech savy video of me recording my monitor while music plays from my headphones

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A brain stem

You are real.

Very, very real.

The flesh suit that holds you is real.

The tears you cry are real.

The pain you feel is real.

The struggles and hardship and suffering you've endured is all real.

That moment, when you look at a stranger and realize they are just as complex and lost as you are, is real.

That throbbing empathy you feel when a close loved one is suffering a pain you can't remedy is real.

Those long, late nights you spend awake in bed, when the only person you have left to face is yourself, are real.

You are something real, tangible, and present in this world.

Never let anyone take that from you.

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Come back.

Come back.

Stay a while.

Stay forever.

Don't leave

d o nt lEave

s t a y

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My mom is passing away. I'm very blessed to have some more time with her before she goes, but this is the worst pain I've ever experienced in my life. Everything reminds me of her and I'm haunted with the truth I won't have her for very much longer.

So I am vowing to keep her alive in my heart and in my soul. I'll survive so she can survive. She will always be with me until the end of time because I will carry her with me. She'll see me get married, she'll meet her grandchildren, she'll be with me at graduation. I'll always keep her in my heart, cherish our memories, and tell her stories. I'll pass the love she's so selflessly given me all these years to everyone around me. I'll cry and miss her everyday but we'll never be too far apart. Even if I can't see her, I will feel her and know she's there. Because I am a product of her love and sacrifice and I will carry her with me until I die.

This is my promise to you, Mama, for everything you've been in my life. I am so very blessed to have had you all these years and I will continue to be blessed. You will live on in me and I will never let you go.

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Dont mind me

I'll cherish all our 19 years together.

You don't need to worry about me, I have lots of people to love and support me.

Thanks for always loving me through everything.

Say hi to God for me when you see him.

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Squish

You're walking through the woods at dusk when suddenly...

Squish!

You look down and realize you've stepped in a severed human arm. The skin bunches up beneath your heel exposing a bit of bone. Blood has squirted onto your shoe as more pools around the limb. The smell hits you all at once, pungent and sweet in the worst way possible, while you stare down at what you've done.

You think to yourself "gross, these are new shoes" and continue on with your walk.

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do you ever get this feeling at like 2-3am that everyone else has somehow died and you're completely alone?

and these few single moments of isolation and surrealism could last a lifetime?

i feel like that sometimes.