For three days I've been battling this illness alone. A severe case of the flu has exhausted me; my weak body can't take it anymore. The cough won't subside, and my fever worsens day by day. I haven't slept a wink, not only because of the illness, but also because my bed is completely soaked with rainwater. I sleep on the cold floor, wet, shivering, and in pain.

I can't eat anymore. Every bite hurts; my throat is inflamed, and my stomach is empty. I went looking for medicine, something to ease this pain, but it was too expensive, so I returned empty-handed, suffering in silence.

The pain has become unbearable; I even wish for death. There's no rest at night, no medicine during the day, and I can't endure any longer. Every passing moment feels like my last. My only wish is that my voice reaches everyone who can help me by donating so I can buy medicine and repair our torn tent. Please donate and don't abandon us.

please donate

Only the finest.

New mahjong strat

Rosemary Burn - Violas, 2026 - Oil on board

Found my way to chickadeetok

completely deranged moment from The Fucking Creep (aka Holly Hollow_tones) in Buckshot Roulette last night

I love when paranormal investigators appeal to their long experience for credibility. I've been playing pretend for seventeen years, and let me tell you in that time I've imagined some shit you wouldn't believe.

cock on a Monday. .delectable

british terms:

toilet: “the loo’”

bathtub: “the soaker”

shower: “the sprayer”

Never heard anyone call a bath “the soaker” or a shower “the sprayer” in my life

pay attention