❤️ so sorry for your loss ❤️🩹
Cats, Pastry, DIY, Webdev, Photography. Trans rights now! Fuck all nazis.
❤️ so sorry for your loss ❤️🩹
looks like [email protected] material
it takes a special kind of person to work for Lum💧n. Leave your sensitivity, common sense and empathy in your car before entering the building.
now we’re talking! 🥵🏳️🌈
well you didn’t know but you’re now in the worldwide gay army!
cases of this happening is plastered all over the news, my point is that you will have to be extra careful, be informed of your rights, look up for legal representation early.
At this point, they might ask for that legal visa proof, take it away from you and do as if it never existed. Good luck!
incredible coincidence! it reminds me of those meteors which seem to always land exactly in the middle of craters, pretty mind boggling
if you turn the cat around, it’s a cat ass trophy
Time to close all your accounts on anything owned by Meta, y’all. There is a Fediverse or privacy-oriented version of everything they do. And maybe you won’t find the same people there, but you certainly will find new ones that are definitely worth your time and attention. Ad-free. Nazi-bootlicker-free.
edit: typo
Of course, when you’re young you don’t think about it, then comes the time that your grandparents pass, or a pet, and you get to experience a form of grief. As time goes by, you start losing more people you knew, a school friend, a work colleague, an aunt… And eventually death comes closer and takes away your parents, your social circle shrinks, you think of your own mortality.
Then you eventually think what will happen when you disappear. What if it was tomorrow, when crossing the street? What will people you leave behind remember of you? How can they deal with your stuff? Can you make it easier by lessening the amount of stuff you hoarded? Can you put down the important information to your online accounts somewhere? Will they be able to let the friends you made over the internet know that you’re gone?
Statistically, I lived half my life, and those thoughts come and go. I look at stuff in my cupboards that i haven’t touched in years and decide what to do with them. I start making preparations for the legacy of my many accounts for social media, banking, internet hosting, image backups etc. We’re all here on borrowed time.
Das letzte Hemd hat keine Taschen.
German saying: the last shirt has no pockets.
What you wear on your last day on this Earth doesn’t need pockets because everything stays behind after you die.