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just witnessed something devastating

guy on the subway with one ear pierced, little gold hoop. other guy on the subway very quickly and subtly googling "which one is the gay ear". it is not the gay ear. visible disappointment on his face as he puts his phone away.

monstermonger

In the theme of a Dreamscape

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(Continuation of postcard-sized prints I decided to choose)

flowercrowncrip

This disability pride month I would like the community to understand that Sometimes wheelchairs aren’t freedom.

Sometimes using a wheelchair means you can no longer get to the places that used to be important to you, and not because of man-made inaccessibility. I have sat with someone as they cried because they could no longer visit the place they had scattered a loved one’s ashes because not even the most expensive wheelchair in the world could handle the terrain. As much as I wanted to, my wheelchair meant that I couldn’t position myself in a way that would allow me to give them a proper hug. In that moment, our wheelchairs felt more like heavy weights than freedom.

And sometimes wheelchairs are like the legs of someone who can walk but would maybe benefit from a wheelchair themselves. Sometimes wheelchairs are exhausting and painful and you’re counting down the time before you’re able to be lifted into bed. Sure, like painful legs, you can do more with them than without, but constantly performing gratitude for something that hurts you is exhausting. And again, not because you need a better wheelchair, but because those are the limits of your body and the technology that exists.

Yes it’s important to challenge the idea that wheelchairs are always a tragedy. And yes, there are lots of people who have a positive relationship with their chair. But for a lot of people, including me, the pressure to love your wheelchair and see it as freedom is painful and feels like it erases huge amounts of my experiences with disability.

my-dailydreams

pronoun-stealer

[ID: screenshot of tweet by @/xanaxbon that reads, "sorry I can't hang I have to Sit In The House and Feel Weird." End ID.]

I, I, 2 pronouns for the hoard.

baleful-meat-worm

chronic illness will have you thinking things like oh no i shouldnt take painkillers. it only feels like i got my spine beaten with a loose piece of plumbing three days ago and my ribs gently extricated and reintroduced, ill save the paracetamol for a twenty-seven screwdrivers in my guts day or perhaps a crowbar repeatedly in the skull day :))

vee-dmsr

beached whale

just-another-regular-dude

st-just

ngl this is shocking enough it took me a few seconds to be sure I was parsing it correctly.

michaelnordeman

Eurasian red squirrel/Sciurus vulgaris/ekorre. Värmland, Sweden (17 July 2022).

#<3

michaelnordeman

Eurasian red squirrel/Sciurus vulgaris/ekorre. Värmland, Sweden (15 July 2026).

heedra

if you really want to fuck a vampire then i’d say you’re down for the count

nothing-but-flowers

screaming

#this is very chronic illness coded for me specifically

germanshitposting

was passiert hier

escuerzoresucitado

Pedestrian traffic lights

sjorsdottir

Ooooh, we have a bunch of really fancy pedestrian traffic lights in Germany! I need to share:

Starting off with the difference between formerly Eastern German traffic lights (upper images) and formerly Western German traffic lights (lower images):