Disabled People: I’m Not Able To Work Anymore

able-bodied ppl please get your shit together. i’m tired of having to remind y’all every other second that, yes, ambulatory wheelchair users do in fact exist.

That fanfic author feeling when you post a fic and refresh the tab every 10 minutes for the next 72 hours to see if anyone commented or left kudos 🫣

Another person in my life is FUCKING DYING and I am ready to burn this goddamn year to the GROUND.

But I'm well medicated this time so what I actually did was cry and then have two oranges with sugar poured on them for dinner. Antipsychotics are wild.

her

when the purple faded from her hair she said she liked the way it looked like the ocean the way her lover said her eyes looked in the sunlight; like the ocean the way she felt when her feet were pulled gently, strongly, underneath the sand; by the ocean the way the salt chapped her lips when she overstayed her welcome with the ocean when she said she liked the faded color, the grey green blue- the memories of purple chemicals breaking down the keratin of herself remade, brittle and neon and defiant- she meant because she was seaweed all along grey green blue floating dead in the ocean washed up, sticky in the foam on dry land honest in death smelling of the ocean

One of the most challenging things I’ve had to learn is that healing must be intentional. There is no one golden day that comes and saves you from all your misery. Healing is a practice. You have to decide that it’s what you want to do and actively do it. You have to make a habit out of it. Once I learned that, I only looked back to see how far I came.

There is a new Chrome extension that detects if a video you’re streaming has a strobe in it, will freeze the video and stick this warning up there until you approve it.

WHERE THE HELL HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE????