So, i started selling these raffle tickets to help raise money for my graduation party (where I live its common for the students to help raise money for the celebration) and theres this middle-aged Guy who my friend would send random questions for him to answer in a voice message, just for shits and giggles. What happened is that he absolutely VANISHED and no one knew why. Turns out one of my friends had his number, everyone discussed about who should text him, so I did. He replied, said he was doing great ("im alive and well, ready to kill someone" he Said) and again, Just for shits and giggles, I decided to try and sell him a ticket (those cost around $20 btw). And he bought THREE?? (Note that I never saw or spoke to that man in my life) so i just went like "wow three tickets? Wich numbers are you gonna pick?" And hes Just like "oh no just put them under your name and pick whatever you want" and I was already so so happy at this point, so ofc i thanked him: "tysm dude youre helping me a lot" and he Said "im giving it to you from the heart" and MAN????? I just decided to share here bc its really so kind of him to give some of his money to a person hes never even met before. It makes me so extremely happy to know there are still people like this in the world. Also, that sentence hit me like a truck
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I love Jazzy, just as a general rule, but something that caught my eye in the beginning was the little ways Jazz’s brother treats his brother like shit.
Looking at the anime, it makes sense why they censored the women and kept the mess to a minimum for animations sake, but at least he’s clothed and awake. It makes it seem as though Jazz’s older brother is doing it for the soul purpose of being a bastard.
But looking at the manga, he’s asleep. The curtains and couch are torn, the mess is purely clothes, food, and drinks.
His brother isn’t even awake to gloat. The manga gives the impression that Jazz’s brother disregards his space on a regular, to the point where he feels comfortable passing out drunk half naked in his brothers space.
I know it’s not just me, but having a room- that’s supposed to be a safe space- violated repeated by sights and smells you don’t know? This poor kid has no sense of privacy or safety. His family literally runs on the idea that if you get robbed it’s your fault.
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being disabled and having a support system is so important because it turns mundane (and often frustrating) tasks into acts of love.
everytime i clip my nails, i think of the high school teacher who helped me through seizures at least once a week for two years straight. everyday she’d gently take my hands and inspect my nails to make sure i was keeping them short enough that i couldn’t hurt myself while seizing.
it’s easier to be less ashamed of my mobility aids when one of my coworkers spent months building me different canes to use, colored to match my outfits and infused with glow-in-the-dark dye so i’d stop losing my cane in the dark parts of the building.
i eat cheesitz for salt when i’m feeling dizzy and it reminds me of high school, sitting next to my best friend and in the classroom of my favorite teacher who both kept salty snacks in their bags for when i wasn’t feeling good.
being disabled can suck in so many ways, but it’s also brought love into a lot of simple but impactful areas of my life.
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Sorry for disappearing again. I’m popping back on here to give a little update on my life for anyone who cares. August was a really really reallyyy awful month for me. First I was spiraling abt my ex situationship and then the first wk of the semester I started dealing w a lot of harassment from classmates and I realized it was my own “friends” that started it and spread a bunch of awful untrue rumors abt me as well as my private text conversations w them 😃 And the stress from all of that literally caused me to have a psychotic episode and spiral even more so that was fun. I actually came close to ending my life bc it was so bad. I think that was the first time I’ve ever had a full blown psychotic episode and it was absolute hell, like I’ve never been so fucking terrified in my life. I didn’t even know it was possible to have thoughts as dark as the ones I was having. This caused me to fall really behind in my classes so now I’m having to catch up while also being very scatterbrained. And this WAS going to be my last semester but now I’m gonna have to graduate later bc of all of this 🥰 It literally feels like they sabotaged me right before the finish line like I’ve never been so pissed off in my life. But one good thing that came out of it is I’ve now figured out I probably have schizotypal personality disorder or sth similar which would explain why I have such a hard time making friends and maintaining relationships. I think I come off a lot colder than I mean to and so I give ppl mixed signals on accident. It’s kind of awful knowing I’M actually the one that’s caused some of my relationships to implode without meaning to. Like I try soooo hard to be as nice as possible and to listen and be patient w ppl but it’s still somehow never enough bc I’m kinda stoic and am not good at expressing my love for ppl. Like I feel so many things internally but it’s hard for me to show them externally. And I also figured out that I experience apophenia (which can be related to psychosis and schizophrenia) and so I sometimes read way too much into things and see signs and patterns that aren’t there. On one hand it’s great bc it allows me to learn difficult concepts really fast and spot patterns and connections other ppl might not see, but on the other hand it can also cause me to experience psychosis. I’m trying to be more careful now w how delusional I let myself be but I’m not gonna stop analyzing music and I’ll let myself be delulu sometimes as a treat bc life is more fun that way :)) I’ve made several playlists that kind of serve as journal entries since I don’t really journal and that’s the closest thing I have to journaling. These songs are like the soundtrack of my life at the moment
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Man not to be all "kids these days", but WHAT is in the water that has them all convinced that everyone who's more than 3 years older than them is a serial killer pedophile or something and everyone who's more than a year younger than them is a dumdum weenie baby. Like I get why some people have "under 18 DNI" in their bios if they tend to post NSFW stuff and want to keep kids out/at least be able to say that they tried, but when I was a kid we never did any of this "DNI if you're under 15 or over 18" shit. I'm like genuinely kind of concerned, it seems like an unhealthy mindset that would ultimately lead to more harm than good
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