Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (1943)
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Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding (1943)
inaccessibility cycle
inaccessibility
disabled people unable to participate
disabled people not visible in public
disabled people seen as outlier/rarity
"so there's little/no need to consider them"
yes . internet not physical space but still important . community places online have bias to people with less needs not OK actually . sometimes biggest reason why higher needs person not have internet is because abuse , because no one want teach how connect and give that choice that opportunity .
" but might spend all money , might believe catfish , " so on . dignity of risk . dignity of risk ! people is people is people . that means should get to learn how avoid these bad things , but not that anyone control unless that person ask for and want that .
no there is not near as much high support people online as low ones . that not mean OK just keep talk over , and keep say things that ask not say , and keep treat like rare spectacle even if " true " . should all work learn how life work and learn how can make things better and learn how treat like people . because some do find ways connect online , be in communities online , and more should get that chance .
I'm not disabled because I'm not exercising enough. I'm not disabled because I'm not following that specific diet. I'm not disabled because I'm not spiritual enough. I'm not disabled because of my attitude. I'm not disabled because I'm too lazy to fix it. I'm not disabled because I don't always make the healthiest choice. I'm disabled because real life isn't fair and some people get unlucky.
i understand that this is the "disabled people know our own limitations" website, but ime, if you are the kind of disabled where everyone around you knows about it and has known you as a weak, incompetent, subhuman creature your entire life: it is important to learn how to make the distinction between "i can't" and "i'm not allowed to."
"i can't hold fragile things without breaking them" vs "my housemates won't let me do dishes anymore."
"i can't manage my own finances" vs "my family won't let me make my own financial decisions"
"i can't ever learn how to drive" vs "the state has decided that people with my disability cannot be allowed to drive."
also "what would need to happen for it to be possible for me to be able to do dishes?" or "what would i need if i were to ever move out?" or "what kinds of supports would i need if i did try volunteering?"
even if the answer to these you come away with is "i actually cannot do the thing, no matter what supports or accommodations i'm given" that's fine! they're still useful questions to ask!
Ramblings about schizophrenia
Hey, if you’re reading this right now, I want you to know that it’s all going to be okay. It’s possible for you to feel safe again. It’s possible for you to find happiness again. It’s possible for you to feel enthusiastic about life again. I understand if things are hard right now. I get it. But you are finding your way out of this. You are strong. Remember that. Keep going.
4th graders poem about terminal illness..
parallels...
Anne Carson
Olga Tokarczuk (trans. Antonia Lloyd-Jones)
@/ojibwa
I am making this post as a sign for any and all who may need it.
I made this blog in my early teens, while I was deep in my illness and so dragged down by it that I tried to end it all so many times I can't remember them all.
I am turning 24 this year.
I never thought I'd live long enough to see my 21st birthday, and here I am now, fighting to be an active participant in my life, if not the leading protagonist.
When people say it gets better, believe them.
It may not happen immediately, or on its own, but you have the power in you to change your narrative.
If you can, seek help. Talk to doctors and therapists. If they don't listen, keep looking until you find one that will.
Take your medicine. I know it's hard, but it really does help. And if it doesn't, try new ones till it does.
If something doesn't bring you joy, chuck it. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Chuck it. It's not something that helps you, so get rid of it.
Do what brings you peace. Do what brings back the color and the sunshine, and the warmth.
This life belongs to you.
Fight to make it your own.
Dont forget to leave room to be human.
And whatever you do, please just don't give up.
schizophrenic people are really thrown under the bus so
shout out to schizophrenic people who only hear internal voices and feel invalid. to those who feel external voices. to those who have no grip on reality and struggle to do “simple” tasks. to those who struggle to show facial expressions, or express vocal inflections and are seen as moody. to those who are paranoid of their loved ones. to those who love their illness. to those who hate it. to those who dont know they have it yet because they are told theyre over reacting. to those fighting for a diagnosis. to those to scared to bring it up. to those who yell back at the voices. to those who rock back and forth. to those who fit the stereotypes and to those who dont. youre all amazing, and none of you are scary. im with you. i am you. i am on your side.
i :) am :) so :) stressed :) about :) everything :) all :) the :) time :)
“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break.”
— Marya Hornbacher, Wasted (via books-n-quotes)
“I feel like there’s something terrible and wonderful and amazing that’s just beyond my grasp. I have dreams about it. I do dream, by the way. It hovers over me at odd moments. And then it’s gone. I feel like I’m always on the brink of something that never arrives. I want to either have it or be free of it.” - Michael Cunningham
via @quotemadness
affirmations: when your presence feels like too much
1. you have the right to exist.
2. you are wanted here.
3. you do not make the world a worse place. your place in the world deserves to be valued and appreciated.
4. you are not “too much”.
5. you are allowed to speak your thoughts and opinions, as well as vent your feelings and concerns.
6. you deserve to be respected and listened to.
7. you are important.
8. you influence the world around you.
9. you are not a waste of space nor time.
10. who you are is perfect and you are worthy of love.
Am I real?
In case anyone is having a bad night:
Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found
Here are some fun sites
Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics
Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli
Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies
*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*
You’ll be okay, friend <3
i will reblog this everytime it shows up because any of my followers could have a bad night right now
If you have ever sat on your shower floor crying gasping for air I am so FUCKING sorry
therapist: here’s some healthy coping mechanisms
me: i know i’m paying you for this but get fucked