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fatbottomedgirl · 2 years
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took me 8 months and very approx 380m of embroidery floss, and I'm now finished. going to have it framed soon :)
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fatbottomedgirl · 2 years
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Help a Jewish Community Buy Back Its Own Damn Synagogue!
Firsty, thank you for reading this, and I hope you’ll get through it and give us the honor of a donation, firstly, and a reblog, secondly. Maybe even a note to any friends you have outside of tumblr! 
If you don’t care about the history, skip to the bold at the end! 
This is Temple Emanu-El, in Helena, Montana. At the time it was built, it was the only synagogue between Minneapolis, Minnesota, and Portland, Oregon. It was built with the hard work of the Jewish community that had come west to seek their fortune and stability, having heard that people were more willing to do business with Jews in the West, a place where social strictures were slightly relaxed. This turned out to be true, and the community thrived. 
This picture resolves small on tumblr, but you can see the love and care they put into it. It’s modeled after the great synagogues of Europe, with heavy stonework, onion domes, and intricate stained glass. The president of the congregation cried at its opening and dedication. 
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As the years went on, the West became more settled, and for a series of socio-political reasons of which my History of the American West major ass is well aware but are ultimately unimportant to the issue at hand, Jewish communities left much of the interior west for metropolitan areas. By the 1930s, the Jewish community was so small that they could not justify the large and lavish worship center. 
They sold it to the city for one dollar. 
The promise made to them was that it would be used for the public good. The state readied the former temple for its new function as offices for Social and Rehabilitation Services, sandblasting of the Hebrew inscription, “Gate to the Eternal,” above the entry and removing the star-studded, painted domes.. The copper was stripped from the building and likely reused to re-clad the State Capitol’s dome at about the same time. 
That lasted all of 40 years, when the State of Montana decided to let it sit idle and decay, so they could justify the sale of the building, sold for a pittance to the public good, to the Helena Catholic Diocese for $83,000  (this is an opinion of mine, though it is not an uneducated one, and I do firmly believe it. I do not, however, represent that they allowed it to fall into disrepair to justify the sale as objective fact.) 
This is the building now
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In a twist of fate, the diocese can no longer afford to maintain the building. They are selling it, and the Jewish community of Helena is trying to buy it. 
The Montana Jewish Project is being far far far nicer and more politic about this than I would be, but in fairness, they actually how to get Nice Goyim to donate, and I don’t, so. The Diocese is spinning this as selling the building for much less than its worth, which may be true, but if you bought it for $83,000, that would be $280,000 now. 
They are selling it for $925,000. And we have to have 70% of the purchase price by February 28th. Easy terms, right? 
Here’s where you come in! If the idea of Montana’s Jews getting back the building that was sold to the Diocese in spite of the original agreement appeals to you, you can and should donate to their capital campaign. They even have an option for your donation where if we don’t get Emanu-El back, your money will be returned to you instead of being used for other MJP protects and repairs. 
This place won’t just be used for the Jewish community, though I think that would be enough. They want it to be used as a museum and center for the community as well, to teach about Jewish life in Montana, with Jewish cooking classes, and social programs, and teaching non-Jews about Jewish customs and culture. 
I just want to get the cross off the top.
Donate here
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fatbottomedgirl · 2 years
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Neglected child is unprotected child. Neglected children have already learned it doesn’t matter what kind of experiences they have; if they’re hurt, if they need help, it’s useless to cry or complain, nobody will come to their aid. They’re abandoned and left to themselves in terms of navigating the world, and the traps for them to fall in are already laid out. They’re likely to be starved for attention, so they won’t reject the groomers and predators who start talking to them; quite the opposite, this will seem like the only person who cares about them, and will easily get a special place in the child’s heart. Later, when this predator starts exploiting, sexually violating or otherwise hurting the child, they will blame themselves and feel like they deserved it. They learned that the price for attention is pain. They’re likely to take it on to preserve the only relationship that gives them attention, especially because they can’t know what the price is, and how badly traumatized they will be later.
A child who gets care from their parents won’t be so easily subceptible to this, because they’re likely to tell their parent as soon as something bad happens to them. They won’t have to trauma-bond with a stranger to get an inch of self worth. They won’t be taught to blame themselves if they get hurt.
Neglected children almost don’t have a choice but to bond with the first person who shows them care, because the alternative is to reject humanity altogether, and a child cannot survive on their own. It is too devastating for a child to face that nobody, not their parents, nor other people, will ever care for what the child is going thru.
Being outcast before they had a chance to even prove themselves as a valuable member of society is too painful, all children rely on adults to accept them as someone who belongs in this world and has a valuable part in people’s lives. Children will not be able to grow up and become a part of society without this. To neglect children is to render them unimportant, unprotected, and opened to every single predator who will easily clock a child who has nobody to tell their secrets to. Neglect is the cause of children breaking in trauma, breaking in abuse, and struggling to ever see themselves as a member of society.
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fatbottomedgirl · 2 years
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Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up?
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Blinded by nostalgia
Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up
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fatbottomedgirl · 2 years
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the most beautiful words in the english language
ineffable — indescribable, unspeakable
eudaemonia — the state of consummate happiness
sumptuous — extremely costly, luxurious, magnificent
nadir — the lowest point (of something abstract)
lassitude —tiredness, lack of energy
scintilla — a spark or a trace of something
aurora — the dawn
quintessential — perfectly typical or representative of a particular kind of person or thing
renaissance — revival
bodacious — remarkable, admirable
ebullience — the quality of excitement and enthusiasm
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fatbottomedgirl · 2 years
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When I was 16 I aspired to be the girl in "Arabella" by the Arctic Monkeys and I still aspire to be the girl in "Arabella" by the Arctic Monkeys
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fatbottomedgirl · 2 years
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“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
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Ugh
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fatbottomedgirl · 3 years
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Friendly reminder to check your breasts while you’re just sitting there scrolling the internet, then reblog so your followers do the same. Two people I know were just diagnosed within the same week.
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fatbottomedgirl · 3 years
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fatbottomedgirl · 3 years
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1986
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(Photo from queenlive.ca, Yvonne Lindenhof)
vs.
1976
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(-> @ natromanxoff)
Some things never change...
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(and it was @quirkysubject who noticed this!)
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fatbottomedgirl · 3 years
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fatbottomedgirl · 3 years
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it isn't normal? oh,okay
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fatbottomedgirl · 3 years
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A message to you:
You’re pushing me away and I don’t know what to do. I care about you, I always have and I always will. Do you, do you care about me? You say you do, but then you ignore me. “I’m that way with everyone” you say, but there you are laughing, having a thirty minute conversation with another. When I try to talk to you, you barely respond; you brush me off. You’re someone I thought I’d know forever, but there you go slipping away from me. Although I’m fully capable, I don’t understand and I don’t think I ever will - because you’ll never tell me. Inseparable one minute, barely talking the next; oh, how the times change. I’d do anything to help you, and I’ve proven that. Once things got better for you, do you leave behind the ones who have helped you in the process? Is that what this is? You should surely be able to clear this up, but you won’t.
I’ve hurt my self to help you. I’ve made sacrifices to be there for you. Is that not enough? Is wanting what’s best for someone 24/7 not enough? I never asked for anything in return but honesty. This is didn’t even get.
So it’s been almost a month since you last texted me first to talk. And I realized that I shouldn’t have to question if you still want to be my friend or not. So our friendship is in your hands. Take care of it or don’t; I don’t care anymore. I love you and I’ll miss you and our close friendship but I’ve learned where I hold myself as a person. And I will never beg for someone’s attention, I will never force a friendship, and I will never keep myself in a toxic one-sided relationship. I’ve made the effort, now it’s your turn. I’ve shown you that I care, prove to me you do too. Nurture our friendship back to good health, if I really mean that much to you like you say.
I care too much about people. People take advantage of this. I get used; my feelings abused. Hopefully you won’t do the same.
There’s a chance you’ll see this but a very strong one you won’t (I assume you don’t pay attention to me as much as I do to you). If you do see this, you’ll know this is about you. I want you to see this, in fact I’ll be happy if you do.
Do what you want; it’s your life. But don’t you ever say I was the one who drifted away from you or that I was never there for you. I was, however you wernt. I still want to be friends, but a friendship can’t work if it’s only one way. At the end of the day, if you wanted to be my friend, you’d be acting like it.
- Your “Friend”
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fatbottomedgirl · 3 years
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fatbottomedgirl · 3 years
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A lot of people shower with the lights on because they're scared of the monsters. Well I shower with the lights off because I'm scared of myself
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fatbottomedgirl · 3 years
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Abba is free therapy
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fatbottomedgirl · 3 years
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I have already bought an engagement ring
Joe being effortlessly chaotic.
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