1. Must be following this account
2. Must reblog THIS post
god i fucking love venn diagrams
my heart goes out to lebanon. please take the time to inform yourself on what is currently happening. to my followers who are lebanese, i am so sorry. i am not lebanese, i’m only trying to offer information that has been written by lebanese people. if you are lebanese please add more information. add direct and legit links to donations and petitions so we can help you out with what we can. i know petitions don’t really work for us in the middle east and in north africa so donations are preferred to help out lebanon! and for those of you who do not know what is currently happening i’m linking some information below and linking ways you can help. please help lebanon if you can. trigger warning: there may occur videos of explosions in the twitter threads! please add links, and please keep yourselves informed of what is happening and please, be safe. listen to lebanese people about what is happening in lebanon and amplify their voices! you can find a lot of information directly from lebanese people on twitter.
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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
fun fact: The last supper would have been more like this, according to tradition:
so casual i love it
a sleepover with jc and the boys
Paul: Judas truth or dare??
Judas: dare
Paul: okay lmao I dare u to kiss JC
Jesus: ok your turn peter truth or dare
Peter: truth
Jesus: would you ever betray me peter
Peter:
Jesus:
(a few days later)
Peter: *betrays Jesus*
Jesus:
Jesus: *returns*
Peter: “Jesus… you’re back ?”
Jesus:
this post gets more absurd every time it crosses my dash
john krasinski breaking character in the office for two minutes straight
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
what about alaska
are we then normal canada
canada a bit to the left
What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?
i cried my ass of laughing
WARM CANADA
i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD
I’m not even from Canada but I approve this change of names
@smokeinherperfume @majorharry @writingsfromlee I’m laughing so much more than I should
“In 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, "Honey, his mother’s not coming. He’s been here six weeks. Nobody’s coming!”
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a "sinner" and already dead to her, and that she wouldn't even claim his body when he died.
“I went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, "Oh, momma. I knew you’d come", and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, "I’m here, honey. I’m here”, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her family's large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruth’s work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, "They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and here'd come the money. That's how we'd buy medicine, that's how we'd pay rent. If it hadn't been for the drag queens, I don't know what we would have done", Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her family's plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the 'Cemetery Angel'.”— by Ra-Ey Saley
She’s 60 now, she’s still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.
