joie de vivre

​i lied. i don't like sex. open heart surgery

literally drinking a beer by the lake and still opened tumblr. some of us are beyond saving

jack kerouac went on one gayass road trip and now we have to deal with all of this

and the thing is it still is so crazy how the course of my life changed forever when castiel killed himself in front of me. like i just have to keep living with that one

happy disability pride month to mean cripples, nasty addicts, people with down syndrome who arent nice and talk constant shit, wheelchair users that WILL run you over, autists that dont care and arent about to pretend to, people who lie to their psychiatrists, people that sit on the floor in public places with no benches, amputees that lie profusely about "what happened", ; to the "noncompliant", the "drug seeking", the "mean", the "difficult" and the "undeserving", and so on and so forth, i love us all and we deserve the world actually mwah mwah

to people that hide contraband in their assistive devices. to people that do party tricks they arent supposed to and people who will spit on you if you ask them to do party tricks. to people that weaponise the infantalisation of disabled people for their own purposes (theft et. al.). to the people who "misuse" their medication and people who dont take it at all. to my mother, who takes out her hearing aids when she doesnt want to hear shit anymore but will still pretend to be listening so you dont catch on. to people who sleep all the time and to people with "abnormal" circadian rhythms who are unwilling to alter their sleep/wake cycle to best appeal to societal (and moral) expectations. to people that complain loudly about inaccessibility and refuse to try and "make it work". to people that charge money for invasive questions and people that pretend not to understand the question at all.

it's crazy how once you notice how literally everything centres men all the time you will never be able to enjoy anything properly ever again

sorry i don't write men. yeah idk i just can't get into their headspace.... i don't know how to act like a man lol. idk how men feel. do they even have the same feelings as us? that's crazyyyy lol. still tho idk how id do it im not educated enough to write them sorry. you wouldn't want me to write a man badly would you.... im afraid of messing up and those angry men online to shout at me they're so aggressive

writing is 10% storytelling and 90% rearranging three sentences for an hour like you're trying to solve an ancient curse

you guys do realize memorizing a story doesn't actually preserve it right? it just destroys it entirely and places a perfect copy of it in your brain to be retold at a future performance

duuuuuude you have GOT to come out tonight we're enacting cruelty upon those who have transgressed so badly that we can justify any act against them... and you KNOW we're interpreting our delight as moral righteousness... Yeah it's fucking crazyyyyyyy get an Uber

wheres that post that said shane hollander would be mentioned by name in a drake song

(yuna hollander on voicemail) hey sweetie its mom. sorry i missed you. though its 8:30 and you should be home by now. anyways give me a call back when you can. theres this guy Drake that just mentioned you in his new song. seems like a pretty big deal, canadian too. just take a listen to it when you get a chance. nothing bad. i actually think it could be quite good for your image. im trying to get in touch with his manager to see if he’ll let you be in the music video. unless youd rather send a cease and desist in which case i’ve got patty on speed dial if thats the route youd rather go. your father says hi. anyways, love you. call me back. bye.