I wish this post didn’t even have to exist, but unfortunately my hand has been forced. Asking for help, especially with money has been something that has happened once before and it was hard then. It is definitely hard now but I have no other option. I try my best to keep personal/heavy posts off my blog to make it a safe space for everyone.
This is going to be a upsetting post and very long, so I will put a TLDR before the cut. And I apologize to those on mobile, Tumblr has not made a clear way to make cuts work on your phones.
TLDR: I am being tested for possible cardiovascular issues and for fibromyalgia. The price tag to even begin the process and not have anything wrong is over $1,000 . I need your help. If you can’t donate, please signal boost. I will appreciate it more than I can ever express.
Date 4 “return from a fancy dinner”
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Previous date
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First date
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The dresses are here
Somebody can please write me a fic where this two dorks are adorable to each other? I need it!
I haven’t posted it there yet, but I am planning on it once it’s finished. I’m mostly tentative to put it there early because it’s a special thing for my followers here. But if people would prefer to read it there, I can post it early!
Sometimes, Cash looked back on his life and wondered how in the fuck he got so lucky. It certainly wasn’t because he was a good man; how many times could you kill a man after picking his pockets and still be let into heaven? It certainly wasn’t just luck he’d had all his life; almost losing his brother numerous times, killing the kid over and over, living alone in a wasteland of dust time after time attested to that.
No, it wasn’t from his own power that he was this lucky.
But as the warm body he held shifted, Pup’s skull shifting so that the still asleep skeleton could nuzzle into Cash’s chest, he found that, as long as this luck lasted, he’d be just fine.
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