I do not publish donation posts sent to me by anyone I don’t know, and for anyone I don’t know personally. There are far too many scams and grifters these days and I am not going to be part of spreading anything I can’t verify myself, and exposing my followers to scams.
If the only way you can contact me is via Tumblr then you do not know me well enough to ask me to share donation posts.
I become consumed with jealousy every time I look at mudlarking instagram pages.
Imagine living near a river with so so many historical artifacts in it that you actually need to buy a licence to pick them up. absolutely wild.
Me, a Canadian who lives near a river: “Yeah my brothers and I used to spend hours poking around on the riverbank when we were younger, it was lots of fun! We found a few neat bottles and a small handful of pottery shards, but mostly we just found bathroom tiles. Hundreds of little square bathroom tiles, and they didn’t look very old. I guess someone in the area redid their bathroom a decade or two earlier and just dumped them all in the river.”
British people who live near rivers: “Today I’ve found a Georgian cufflink and a medieval pilgrim badge and a beautiful coloured glass perfume bottle stopper. Ooh and here’s another pipe bowl for my clay pipe collection, which I keep right next to my collection of 17th century glassware fragments.”
idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it
