free palestine

My biggest fantasy as a disabled person probably isn’t even being cured. It’s just belonging. It’s living somewhere that respects and accommodates the body that I literally cannot change. It’s having friends and family who support me, and who try to understand me, because they love me. It’s never feeling like I’m useless or a waste of space. It’s having friends who can understand my limits and don’t get upset with me when I’ve reached them. It’s having accessible and affordable healthcare no matter what. It’s having a livable amount of money, no matter my ability to produce in this world the way abled bodies can. It’s having the bare minimum. 

I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices

Trace amounts of Monica in my life

A statistically insignificant level of Monica in my life

My life manufactured in a facility that also processes Monica

“my father is a boy and my mother is a girl so i’m mixed” is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6’5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat

t shirt that just says WHATEVER YOU’RE READING INTO MY FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND BODY LANGUAGE YOU’RE MISINTERPRETING

Where I come from, we don’t worry about these fruity-tuity California style buds. Okay? I’m from Scranton. What i’m smoking is dirt. So lets get that straight jack. Pure brick. Ass. Okay? America- Americans are wanting to smoke that dirt, okay? You go up to someone and say, hey, I’m gonna give you a big bag of this heady bud, but I’m taking your stash of mids, they’re gonna say C’mon man! get out of here! *audience cheers* that’s right. that’s right. Get the hell out of here! We like stems! We like seeds! Where I come from.

this post is scripture to me like this is a seminal text. to me

The zipper merge requires a level of cooperation and goodwill that the citizens of this great country have never once displayed