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For some reason, I felt the need to draw this educational comic starring Medic explaining the heart symbol because, hey, Valentine’s Day! As far as I know, everything in this is factual (or at least the most likely theory.) I’m too lazy to cite my sources, though, so Google it yerself.

“You are beautiful when you do beautiful things.”

“The present tense of regret is indecision.”

“We understand so much, but the sky behind those lights– mostly void, partially stars– that sky reminds us we don’t understand even more.”

“Be proud of your place in the Cosmos. It is small and yet it is.”

“Believe in yourself. You are an ancient, absent god, discussed only rarely by literary scholars. So if you don’t believe, no one will.”

“Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”

“Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. That’s what love is.”

“Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?”

“When we talk about teenagers, we adults often talk with an air of scorn, of expectation for disappointment. And this can make people who are presently teenagers feel very defensive. But what everyone should understand is that none of us are talking to the teenagers that exist now, but talking back to the teenager we ourselves once were – all stupid mistakes and lack of fear, and bodies that hadn’t yet begun to slump into a lasting nothing. Any teenager who exists now is incidental to the potent mix of nostalgia and shame with which we speak to our younger selves.”

“We are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?”

“Wednesday has been cancelled due to a scheduling error.”

“We have nothing to fear except ourselves. We are unholy, awful people.”

“A million dollars isn’t cool. You know what’s cool? A basilisk.”

“There’s nothing under your bed. There’s nothing in your closet. Nothing waits in every darkness. Nothing is the most terrifying thing of all.”

“The night sky is ten miles wide, eight miles deep, and floats three miles up. Its favourite food is grape jelly. It wants to be a drummer.”

“Look to the sky. You will not find answers there, but you will certainly see what everyone is screaming about.”

“Ignorance might not actually be bliss, but it is certainly less work.”

“And now, a special report. Crocodiles: Can they eat your children? *YES.*”

“Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting. Don’t worry.”

“As long as I’m reminding myself things, I’m a good person, worthy of love – both from myself and others.”

“Guns don’t kill people! It’s impossible to be killed by a gun. We are all invincible to bullets and it’s a miracle!”

“Everything is exciting! Particularly existence. Existence is the most thrilling fact of all.”

“There is a monster under your bed. A monster at your window. A monster any place you imagine one. You project your monsters on the world.”

“You miss 100% of the bank robberies you don’t commit.”

“I like my coffee like I like my nights. Dark, endless, and impossible to sleep through. ”

“A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.”

“And now, the weather.”

I discovered this podcast at the beginning of high school, and let me tell you, it rewired my synapses.

Not only was it my first experience with positive LGBT representation, it was the show I clung to when everything else went to shit. Whatever was going on in my life, I knew I had this show in my corner, making me laugh, making me cry, making me feel okay about my place in the universe.

“Sometimes you go through things that seem huge at the time, like a mysterious glowing cloud devouring your entire community. While they’re happening, they feel like the only thing that matters and you can hardly imagine that there’s a world out there that might have anything else going on. And then the glow cloud moves on. And you move on. And the event is behind you. And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less.”

“When we talk about freedom, we restrict ourselves to so few images. Images of freedom should be as liberating as the feeling itself! I want to talk about freedom as a drum set being thrown down a hill, as opening a book one night, and water gushing from the pages until my life is a lake and I swim away.”

this show gleams with beauty and insight into the human condition

It started off good. The bus drivers were nice and secured me correctly. Everything was great. That was until we had to take a short walk to the library. The sidewalks were uneven, businesses had tables and chairs in the middle of the sidewalk. The cross walks were to steep and had bumps at the bottom of them, so when I’d go down them, I would almost tip forward, and once even did tip forward. Luckily my partner caught me before I fell out, but my stuff went flying. It was very upsetting, but I laughed it off.

Before I went to the library, I did look up if they had an accessible entrance, and according to them, they did. So I went, and I learned quickly that it wasn’t accessible at all. The ramp into the library was too steep. I couldn’t get up it myself and needed my partners help. The library itself inside, was great! Except the fact there were stepping stools in the isles that I couldn’t get around so my partner had to move them. Besides that, the inside of the library was great.

All in all, the library itself was great and accessible to me. But the walk to the library? Not at all. The entrance to the library? Not accessible. Accessibility is more than a ramp. It needs to be something that people can actually use. It was very very frustrating and upsetting. I deserve to be in places with my wheelchair. I deserve to use my wheelchair. I deserve to walk around the town. I deserve all of that.

Luckily my partner was willing to help, and was more then happy to help me out all along the way, although we did both agree that I will probably not be taking my wheelchair back into town anytime soon. I hate it. Made me very upset. Made me want to cry and meltdown. Made me want to scream.

A bus factor of 1 is very, very bad. you are one sick person or a sudden retirement/firing away from not functioning.

A bus factor of 2 is clearly an improvement, but what if those two people go on a business trip and the car/plane/whatever crashes?

and sometimes people who are used to being treated like an authority say “if you won’t respect me I won’t respect you” and they mean “if you won’t treat me like an authority I won’t treat you like a person”

i just think these two deserve to be happy

"by the way, I've never let these thoughts see the light of day please don’t run away wherever you are, feelin' out of place, 'think I'd rather stay I wanna move your way, though I know the roof might cave in all of these snakes in the wild I’m 'bout to lose my brain, tell me, who gon' save me?"

"I've been here, you can't let it consume you!!"