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.
Tag: VariBlogs
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.