Careful, I Bite

Isn’t it kind of fun how when your life sucks you just can’t talk about it with anyone

I’m serious though. When your life reaches a degree of suckage, you find yourself having to look elsewhere for anything at all to talk about. The things going on in your life are trauma dumping. Your past is probably also trauma dumping. So you have to get really weird about specific things or hope that others want to talk to you, because very quickly people are going to develop an aversion to you and the way your life sucks. Unless you just don’t talk about it

happy disability pride month to people who have never questioned if they're really disabled. happy disability pride month to people who never wonder if it's all in their head. happy disability pride month to people who can't be invisibly disabled even if they don't use a visible aid. happy disability pride month to people who don't question if they belong to the community. happy disability pride month to everyone who carries the trauma of spending their whole life as their parent's "disabled child". happy disability pride month to people with no interest in validating others. happy disability pride month to people who wish they could identify out of being disabled. happy disability pride month to people who don't even have the option of questioning whether they might really be able bodied

Happy disability pride month to people who aren’t permitted an identity beyond their disability. Happy disability pride month to people who are always used as an example to point out that “it could be worse you could be like that.” Happy disability pride month to people who have spent their entire lives as an afterthought. Happy disability pride month to people who are considered “too disabled” even by other disabled people.

congrats you're one of the only people to correctly interpret one of my posts

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

“june is over so now it’s gay wrath month” blah blah reminder that july is disability pride month and is often ignored and disregarded!! funnel that wrath into advocating for your disabled peers and amplifying their voices

Leviticus really said yes life will be harder because I choose to be with you but I choose to be with you despite it all

Loved that the film lets love and fear exist together, without easy resolution.

hey. shoutout to the undead who aren’t slim and beautiful and white. shoutout to black and poc zombies and vampires and ghosts who get erased in favour of lily white death. shoutout to the fat undead that people try to pretend don’t exist, or use solely for dark humour. all of you. all of us. you are wonderful and haunting and you should be welcomed into the mausoleum with open arms. i love you

I don’t struggle with vampirism, i’m actually very good at it thank you

There’s something about being covered in blood, frenzied, with fangs bared. Its a denouncing of the humanity that always fit like an ill tailored coat; like a skin too tight. And embracing of the internal animal, the beast within.