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im not the type of person to ask for help like this, and i know this is such a sudden thing coming from me… i would not be seeking help if it was not an emergency! my grandmother has gotten sick with pneumonia on tuesday and our family were called in this morning because we were told she might not live through another night and it was best that family could be there. my grandmother is 88 years old and has had health trouble over the year, but with a heart so strong she always fought through it and to hear that there is a high chance she will not be able to fight off this one is heartbreaking. i love her so so much and i want to be there with her so bad, she’s the last person in my life that I hold dear to heart, i would not be me if it wasn’t for her kind heart and everything that she has taught me. Right now i’m in a panic on trying to travel to quebec as soon as possible but from my recent traveling to visit my boyfriend, my savings are not enough to cover this. i live in manitoba and i need to raise $300 dollars more for traveling costs.
if you can help even just a little, it is greatly appreciated!! even just a reblog will help a lot!
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there’s nothing funnier than watching two cats stare at each other while one slowly raises their arm to strike for ABSOLUTEY NO REASON
I don’t say this enough but thanks for following me. it means a lot.
Wow, people really don’t reblog on here anymore. I mean, the ratio of likes to reblogs has really changed a lot compared to even a year ago. (This is even on relevant, popular blog posts)
It used to be more even, people would ‘like’ and reblog it right after or put it in a queue. It seems like less and less people are seeing artist’s work and I couldn’t figure out why until I noticed the ‘like’s going up and the reblogs going down. I see more people stealing art and reposting it on Instagram than reblogging these days, and it’s kind of really bad for artists.
This kind of thing is costing a lot of us our livelihoods. Myself, and a ton of other disabled artists rely on reblogs to get commissions, merchandise sales, and Patreons.
Tumblr is a community (sometimes it’s a pornbot community but I mean) and we rely on those in the community to boost our stuff out to those who maybe don’t follow us but would be interested, or those who are looking for an artist to commission and haven’t seen us in the fandom tag yet, or those looking for that exact gift for someone and, hey, I make that.
If this is simply just a matter of the site dying and folks moving to another site, maybe let us know? Because I know that I’m not the only one struggling with this right now, and none of us seem to know what to do about it except keep posting and hope that people deem our art important enough to share on their blogs like they used to.
(Which is getting harder and harder to do when we’re feeling discouraged by the seemingly lack of interest, and, you know, our own personal problems.)
So, if you don’t want your artist’s to disappear or, you know, uh, lose their entire income, please remember reblog.
reblog for good things to happen to you
the universe will listen
Dear bed, i love you
shout out to the girls that hate their bodies but are trying really really hard to find the beauty and comfort in them because that shit is hard and takes a lot of time and is emotionally exhausting. i’m proud of y'all.
reblog if you're an oversensitive little bitch
i know this isn’t melanie martinez related, but this was really octavia all throughout season 5 in the 100
When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.
And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
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