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i might look fine on the outside but deep down i am always praying for america's death

they really don't respect the time of disabled people. your application can take up to 12 weeks. the specialist waitlist is 3 years. your assessment will be any time within the next 6 months. let us know if you cannot attend this appointment you waited 7 weeks for and we'll reschedule next year. we've decided to assess you at this time and day and you have to be available or any support you dared to apply for is not going to happen. and in between these long bouts of waiting you have to survive the everyday

the tragedy of distance is simple I want to sit on the couch with you and do nothing sometimes

disabled people are often in permacrisis

there's never enough money each month. there's always an unexpected illness. new symptoms pop up or old symptoms flare up. meds have to be managed always and refilled constantly and any refill has the opportunity to go wrong. any regular care has the opportunity to go wrong. any mistake can send your health spiralling. it's always "i just need to get through this bad patch" but as soon as one ends another begins. another crisis begins in the middle of the last crisis. managing one thing leaves another thing to be neglected until that becomes a major issue and has to be managed asap and the cycle starts anew over and over and over

rips open my "I 💖 MY WIFE" shirt to reveal a second identical "I 💖 MY WIFE"" shirt underneath

hard to gauge if the answer to a ''how's your life been going'' should be ''im deconstructing everything about my relationship to expiriencing emotions and im finding it hard to grasp that im a real person who exists'' or ''been getting into wildberry jams lately''

image: archive of our own tag. "Porn with Bibliography". end iD.

music is fucking awesome

born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity

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