gothmessi

hi guys, me again, Xan a full time college student from México and also the main caretaker of my disabled grandparents, we just got scammed to the last of our money by a man who told my family they were going to send us medical equipment such as oxygen tanks, a medical beed, a wheelchair etc, all we had was $500 dollars and now we don't, please keep in mind we were desperate to get those things for my grandparents, they really needed it, I don't know what else to do and the bank is just telling me "we are sorry but we can't do anything", please donate anything, even one dollar goes a long way since we are from México, so embarrassed to do this but we are desperate and lonely, thank you so much, my p*ypal is: gothmessi

ohdorotheabrooke

gushism

long live lesbians <3

terfs DNI this ain’t for you

inkstaindusk

s4mm4n

God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour