Teeth for Mike. Help bring my smile back.

The picture above is a real dental statement that my father has gotten in regards to how much his dentures will cost. If I was in a position to donate myself I would. However, I’m just as broke as my pops. 
He really needs dentures in order to keep living comfortably. Not only for the sake of his self-confidence, but also for the sake of being able to eat without pain. 
I know most can’t donate, but a reblog for awareness means the world to us.

Teeth for Mike. Help bring my smile back.

Depression, and magic

Tonight, despite tradition and desire, the veil between worlds feels heavy and leaden. I wish it were light and malleable. I wish that, for me, it would bend and shiver under my exploring hands… But instead, I find a wall the blocks me from going to where I want to.
Tonight my own magic leaves me as depression sweeps in and steals from me what I feel I need to have hold of. Why tonight of all nights must my mental illness drag me away from the main point of excitement just minutes before it occurs.