darling we are plushies

no matter what queer joy persists

I don’t want to survive off the generosity of strangers for the rest of my life I want a functioning social safety net for disabled people

check out literally just sitting outside if u can. the hobby of the summer

does anyone have the foggiest

haven't. fresh out of the faintest as well

holy shit have you evver tried this new substance called album in order

your knight's unending loyalty for you is kinda parasocial and lowkey problematic...

holy shit have you evver tried this new substance called album in order

Special shoutout to all the queer, intersex, and trans het folks. Sorry for all the “it’s illegal to be straight this month” jokes you’ll have to endure. Y’all are still very much part of the community.

the wisdom ive learnt is that becoming part of a friend group 1) takes a long time and 2) involves a lot of feeling awkward and left out at first. there’s nothing terrible about this but if you grew up chronically lonely or have any kind of trauma relating to social isolation this likely feels Really Wrong and activates danger signals. but both fortunately and unfortunately it’s just how becoming close to new people works most of the time

another thing that was not intuitive to me as someone who grew up an autistic loner: basically everyone on the planet is starved for connection all the time and almost everything people do is an attempt to reach out to another. most seemingly illogical interactions and behaviours can be explained by this. you have to take as many of these invitations as you can. even if you're wrong you still attempted to bring more warmth into the world

[ID: a drawing of a wheelchair user with light brown skin & brightly colored clothing. a banner over their head reads “pride is for everyone,” and next to them is a small progress flag. the background is pink and decorated with drawings of various flowers, hearts, insects, and stars.]

happy birthday, gilbert baker. (june 2, 1951 — march 31, 2017)

Shout-out to aromantic people whose lives are so fucking busy that they periodically forget what day of the week it is. today is Wednesday, June 5th. Happy Aromantic Visibility Day.

Today is Thursday, June 5th. Happy Aromantic Visibility Day.

I'm always very adamant about referring to aotearoa as part of polynesia. because it is!!!

I feel like the harder that fact is to ignore, the harder it is to see aotearoa as some kind of "england: the sequel" bullshit. the endless farmland where native forest should be. the overwhelmingly pākehā/white population. the constant erasure of māori history and knowledge and values and language. this isn't taking place in "new zealand". it's taking place in aotearoa. it's happening in polynesia.

its probably a normal sign for the economy that all of my adulthood fantasies are like "imagine having your own kitchen living room and bathroom to decorate" "what if i could get on a train" "maybe one day i could purchase a sturdy pair of shoes" "i should save and invest in a single bicycle"