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Hi my name is Dari (pronounced like Dairy unfortunately) 👋 I've been on this hellsite since 2011 which means my brain is totally rotted and this has devolved into pure shitblr territory. I'm a 29 yo, cis white bisexual woman.

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eggthew

I am choosing to have hope

beardedmrbean

autisticspoonieblog

is anyone else perpetually tired simply by virtue of existing in a malfunctioning human body and brain or is it just me? and is anyone else’s exhaustion exponentially worsened by current events or is it just me?

porterdavis

halfwayto-h3ll

let me just say this, it is so infuriating to me that disabled people do not have equality.

we don't have marriage equality (you can lose your income and insurance if you get married)

we don't have income equality (we are forced to stay at or below the poverty line)

we don't have education equality (yes we have things like IEPs and 504s, but if you make an attempt at higher education, you can lose your income and insurance)

current day accessibility is a fucking joke (we are illegally kicked out of places for being disabled, and when you try to submit a civil rights claim they are so backed up nothing ever gets done)

and a lot fucking more

and disabled people cannot run for office to even attempt to change any of that without losing the only income we have and our insurance

theweight

this orange was pregnant. Isn’t the world amazing

belovedgoofball

getting eaten with Mama

etherea1ity

Pigeon Point Lighthouse, California ( via )

charl0ttan

huge fan of the depth of a good purple but another area that draws me is definitely around aquamarine/turquoise/seafoam. you can not go wrong once the green starts getting just a tinge more blue. a gal could certainly do worse than to pull over there and stay a while

charl0ttan

something earth shattering going on here

emily84

this is why one of my favorite all-time paintings is Ship in Stormy Seas by Ivan Aivazovsky... he was really onto something there

a close up to just... light shining through those waves, makes me feel faint with exhilaration every time

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THERE IS A BOAT BY IVAN AIVAZOVSKY!!

clayandsorcery

Ivan Aivazovsky could paint glowing water. One of the GOATs for sure.

inkskinned

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

inkskinned

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

byjove

cis people will say “I found out I’m having a baby girl at my anatomy scan and I’m experiencing gender disappointment” but be mad when you say “who knows? maybe you’ll end up with a son anyway”

byjove

they found this post and they’re very very in their feelings about it