I know I’m seriously worn down when a customer can make me cry. I wasn’t even that upset at the situation, but there I was, locked in the bathroom unable to stop the tears. Today has been a day and it’s still the morning
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parents of disabled kids will be like “we know our kid is disabled but we just won’t tell them about it. we don’t want them to think they’re less valuable than other kids. we don’t want them to feel limited by their disability, we want them to know they’re capable of anything.”
meanwhile those kids are growing up thinking “why is everything so much harder for me than it is for everyone else? there’s no reason i shouldn’t be able to just do this. i guess i’m just a failed, broken person.”
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i don’t fantasize about having kids in my self ships or in my writing. it’s not that i hate kids or anything like that; i simply don’t want children of my own in any universe—i never have and i never will.
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Dad you’re scaring me with the amount of times you said you’ve made yourself cry writing this part 😔 how prepared for heartbreak should I be? Should I stock up on chocolate and wine?
if i stick this landing you’re gonna need ur vibrator and ur tissues
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I’m chronically ill. I’m a figure skater. I use a cane when I’m not skating cause I have really severe chronic pain that gets especially flared up by any warmth. And this morning I had the bright idea of “guys, fall is coming, I’m gonna go on a run this morning. Just a quick 10 minute run.” I then went on said run (against all better judgement telling me “this is going to be bad for you later, you’re allowed to let your body rest, you’re already athletic, you don’t need to prove that to anyone, you need to stop ignoring your health.”).
For context I live in Texas. And I only get pain relief in very cold environments (such as the rink). It was 78° at 6am. And humid. I’m flared up to no tomorrow. I only ran for 10 minutes and when I got out of the shower I fell over immediately and sublexed my hip. I just don’t know what to say really. Why does taking care of myself hurt so bad?
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what's ur autism essay gonna be about new here
I am of the impression that c!dream is autistic and my essay goes into the reasons why I think that, what that means for the story, and why it makes sense narratively speaking. My first draft was over 2,000 words my second draft somehow ended up worse at just under 5,000 words and my current strategy is to break it into three parts to hopefully make it more concise and readable lol but am struggling a wee bit to put my thoughts into coherency in a way that’s not ages long but also covers things properly…
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can some fucking people stop being to celebrities like “oh this person is either gay or queerbaiting because their personality is making me interpret them as queer because they act ‘stereotypically’ gay and that if you act like this you have to be queer. so we’re gonna either force this person to come out via peer pressure when they may not want to or be ready to or bully them for acting a certain way if they’re not queer because that’s the only way i can accept these people acting this way.” it’s really fucked up, based on toxic patriarchal values, and plain homophobic. analyze these parts about yourself and put a stop to it. it’s not funny. it’s not doing the lgbtq community a favor. it’s an asshole thing to do and you better be leaving that shit in 2023.
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So I was reading articles about John Hurt (as I do when I procrastinate on life in general lol) and I saw a still shot of a movie I’ve never seen still shots of before; so I looked it up. It’s a play. I was worried I wouldn’t find it in full online; but I did, so here it is in all its glory:
He’s just… ugh I want to gently hold his face in my hands he’s just so sad and lonely with his weepy voice and eye bags. I couldn’t process half of what he said but I think this is a warning about always speed-running through life to get to the next good thing. We should appreciate the moment; because in the end, we’ll have nothing at all but our memories. If we rush through life, we won’t have any memories to keep us warm at night when the chill of death creeps up on us in our old age.
Also, spool, spooooooooooollll…….
spoooooooooooooooooooooolllllll [cackles in mentally unstable]
@kaleidoscopr @theindo @possessedbydevils @randomtwospirit
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