Skylightsandy - S

“I’d never given it any thought. But when my boss’s husband got a kidney from a newscaster in town, it sorta became a local story. And I began to learn more about it. I found out that a kidney from a living donor can give someone more than twenty years of life. And there were 2500 people in Ohio on the waiting list. So after confirming that I’d still be able to drink, I signed up for the registry. Two months later I got an email saying that they’d found a match. They’d only say that it was a local man. But I was excited. I think I needed a little purpose in my life. I didn’t have any children. I didn’t have anyone to carry on my whatever. And I loved thinking that I could help someone in such a major way. Not everyone meets their donor. But since both of us agreed, a meeting was arranged for after the surgery. They sat me in a conference room at the hospital. I had no idea who was going to walk in the door. And when Tom walked in, I could only think one thing: ‘Oh my God. I’ve given my kidney to Wesley Snipes.’ He was really quiet, so I did most of the talking. But at the end he said: ‘I only have one question. Why would you do this for someone you didn’t know?’ And I said: ‘Why not?’ After that it was like a light switched on. We were going to be friends forever. That’s just how it was going to be. Tom became like a brother to me. He makes fun of me a lot, but he’s also extremely protective. Not that I’d ever need someone killed, but if I did, I’d know who to call. Three years after the transplant I was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was a nasty kind. And I didn’t have any family around. But Tom called my sister in Florida and said: ‘Don’t worry. I’ve got this. It’s my turn to take care of her.’ He took me to every single one of my chemo appointments. He kept me company the entire time. A few weeks after my treatment ended, I threw myself a 50th birthday party. At the end I gave a little speech. I was looking out at all the people I loved. All the people who’d helped me. And I couldn’t even speak. I turned into a big sobbing mess. Tom got up from his chair and walked to the side of the stage, and grabbed my hand. And he held it until I could speak again.”

TERFs: Makeup is a tool to oppress women made by the patriarchy. It’s slave paint.

Me, applying just a little eyeshadow and lip gloss so my female coworkers will tell me I look cute: Anyway this one is my favorite because it’s more pink and that’s my favorite color.

For all the incels who love to cry wolf❣️

I want a cottage with a stream behind it and a forest that goes for miles on and deer are seen peeking out from the branches. Tea is brewing and my garden’s flowers are blooming. I am at peace with the world and full of kindness.

how can "gender based oppression" replace "sex based oppression" in any way? the same people crying about how gender was so ~different~ in non white societies fail to realise that if gender is so frail that it can differ across the world, and even just one countries specific tribes and religions, it has to be sex that's causing the oppression.

Teach children art!

The Ngorongoro Crater Lodge // Ngorongoro Crater, Arusha, Tanzania

boys born after 1810 don’t know how to cook. all they know is Romantic poetry, consumption, dueling, massive sleeves and lie

the moon asks a question by dirgewithoutmusic

illustrated by purutsukid

The Untameable Shrews

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