chronically ill creature time

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

btw this has graduated into me just saying "the trout population will be affected" and then not elaborating

If I start my sentence with "Girl" I mean it in a gay way like I'm about to bitch to you about my coworkers who I hate and who I am nothing but nice to. If I start my sentence with "Maaan" I mean it in a tired teen boy way. Like Shaggy learning that he's eaten the last of his vile sandwiches

a surprising number of people see the term "social construct" and think that it means something is not real when it actually means something is so very real because it was created by us and is constantly enforced, often violently

every day i get a little madder about the ‘dream job’ narrative… all i want is to have a job that benefits society somewhat, doesn’t abuse me, and lets me live a happy life outside of my job lol. jobs should not be (and arguably can’t be) cosmic destinies and identities

i am like the breadloser of the family

ohhhhj the mischevious smiler....

"cozy bookstore" "cozy cafe with a bookshelf" "omg imagine if there was a place you could just sit and read at" we have this its called the library. you guys want to go to the library. the two college libraries near me have cafes inside and they are open to the public. people need to go to the library

oh to be a character in a hurt/comfort fic. to languish aesthetically and weakly grip someone's hands and apologize while they reassure me that they love me and that i don't need to be strong anymore. and then someone feeds me soup. unfortunately i have dishes that i need to do

i have some sort of grievous Wound that leaves me drawn and pale with pain but which will heal cleanly and perhaps with a nice scar, which my love interest will kiss and reassure me that they don't love me any less for what i've survived, and then we will gently snuggle (but carefully, because the Wound is still tender). alas, the laundry

reblog to thank ur mutuals for providing enrichment to ur enclosure

do you still think i'm hot with this giant hole in my chest

The solution to ableism isn't for me to "stop calling myself disabled", it's for everyone to stop treating "disabled" as a bad word