untied gonna get a little wild

i’ve been out of work since december, the good news is that i'm on a trial contract for ninety days and if i make it to the end then i will have a job (yay!) and get paid retroactively. i'm studying very hard and dedicating all my free time to getting this position but me and my disabled mother are living off her pension until then, and it's not enough to keep us both from being evicted. i've also run out of things to sell... so we really need help.

i hate making these posts since they fill me with so much guilt, despite never receiving hate for them (i thank the universe that i have such wonderful friends) and i don't mean to bother anyone, i know times are hard now but if anyone has the ability to help a random person make it to the end of the month i would be eternally grateful.

my ko-fi

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The Warden, The King

Swan... His past is a mystery, but his work is already a legend. Now he is looking for the new sound of the spheres to inaugurate his own Xanadu, his own Disneyland: the Paradise, the ultimate rock palace. This film is the story of that search, of that sound, of the man who made it, the girl who sang it, and the monster who stole it.

PHANTOM OF THE PARADISE (1974) dir. Brian De Palma

I am not writing this for attention. I am writing because my family is still trapped in a nightmare that has not ended. Every day is a struggle to find food, clean water, and the most basic necessities. Every day we wonder how we will make it through the next one. The world may have stopped talking about us, but our suffering did not stop. If you see this post, please do not pass by. Reblog, share, and support us if you can. Your kindness can help a family survive another day. We are exhausted, but we have not given up hope. ❤️