Happy disability pride month to everyone who feels like they shouldn’t be in public. To the people who get stared at, the people who startle others, the people who get treated like a monster or some sort of freak. The people whose disabilities are big and loud and obvious. The people who feel like they are an inconvenience, that they take up too much space, that their existence is too much or something to be censored, the people who feel like they have to warn others and the people who avoid others altogether. You’re not alone. You’re not too much. You are normal and you are loveable. You do not traumatize people or ruin their day. You deserve to exist just as you are.
okay i’m awake time to write for my silly little phone spiders
never mind just red kool aid, we may as well get the poor girl the entire rainbow
i cant stop fucking laughing
And happy newyear!
happy new year to you too :)
is it just me who wonders how they still have the water sounds on the video while they're under water?
hate how whenever an autistic person asks people to do the bare minimum to respect their boundaries and needs someone says “you’re so uptight” like showing any symptoms of neurodivergence and not liking loud abrupt sounds makes me a buzzkill cuz i don’t want to trigger my sensory overload
To prove something to a friend, please
REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
when cats put their paw on you. reblog if you agree
I fucking despise when a middle schooler is like “I hate being 13.” and everyone is like “Oh honey, it only gets worse. You don’t know the meaning of struggle.” like no. Let’s be honest. 12-15 is a really difficult age to be. It’s usually when you start waking up to how fucked up the world around you is but you’re still so young and immature that you can’t begin to fix it. It’s a time of horrible change, mentally, physically, prospective-wise.
Personally, it was when the onset of my mental illness developed. My parents’ marriage dissolved in a series of drunk sometimes violent arguments, I was stuck in the house with them, helpless to leave. I would rather kill myself than be 13 again in all honesty. The best part of being 13/14 is that you’ll never be 13/14 again.