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It is crucial that sick and disabled folks are not only members of movements, but leaders as well.

sometimes i remember that hawkeye is canonically deaf in the comics and the mcu erased his disability. that they ignored his abusive childhood and gave him a family - erasing his attachment issues. in the comics hes this self-destructive goofy disabled depressed guy who drinks coffee by the pot just to stay awake and is always covered head to toe in band-aids. sometimes i remember that the mcu erased everything about clint barton but the bow and arrow. and it ruins my whole day.

#ableism #abuse

The global focus on storm Harvey shows not all suffering is seen as equal

#natural disasters #flooding #war #violence #racism #xenophobia #islamophobia #famine

househunting

$400,000/3 br

Snohomish, WA

chillyfeetsteak

you ever see a house you love so much you almost burst into tears

caitmayart

Yellow Carnation: disdain or contempt Geranium: stupidity Petunia: strong disagreement

How’s your 2017 going?

#gif

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meganlynnkott

#dogs #wolves

1ightly

i was looking at grapes in the store n this old lady comes up to me n goes “youre not stealing these are u?” so im like uh no lol? and she goes “oh, well i am” and grabbed a handful of grapes and left

gharibajameel

direct action

#food mention

pinkcubi

Happy Holidays!

life-imitates-art-far-more

James Ward (1769-1859) “Double Portrait of Henrietta Ward’s Pet Guinea Pig” (1843) Oil on canvas Located in the Lonewood Museum, Hertfordshire, England

reverberationssilencieuses

Ivan Bilibin - Lake Ilmen

nemfrog

A Mexican market. Neighbors Near and Far. 1938.

prorevenge

I've been told you'd like to hear about my Grandmother...

My grandmother got married in 1962, to a young man in the military. For a wedding present, their parents bought them a house in a nice suburb. White picket fence, whole 9 yards. Not long after they moved in, the next door neighbor planted a mullberry tree on the side of his property, near my grandparent’s driveway. Nothing seemed amiss, but if you know Mullberry Trees, you know that sh*t is about to get real.

About 15 years later, the mullberry tree was OBNOXIOUS. The birds would come and eat the berries, and any car parked in the driveway would get sh*t on, and it would stain the cars and ruin paint jobs. My grandmother, upon realizing the culprit, baked a nice apple pie, walked next door, and asked the neighbor if he’d mind trimming back the branches of the tree that hung over her driveway. He told her not to worry, he’d get to it soon. Three days later, my grandmother opened her door to find a half-eaten pie in the plate, crawling with ants, and a note that said “I changed my mind.”

My grandmother threw out the pie, cursing up a storm, and swearing up and down she’d get him to trim that tree or get him back. City ordinance said she could not trim the tree, as the roots were on his property, so the whole tree was his property.

As the years went by, my grandmother repeatedly asked him, ever so nicely, to trim it back. His responses were always along the lines of “No” and “F*ck off.” Finally, in the mid-90s, my grandmother retired, and received a large bonus from her employer for her 35 years of work. She took the money, and bought the empty lot on the other side of the neighbor, then went to a nursery and bought 16 mullberry trees, planting them along her property line, on both sides of his property. About 3 years ago, he became angry at the damage they were doing to his cars, and cut them all back without permission. My grandmother took him to court, and he was forced to reimburse her for the trees at a markup because they’d had 10 years to grow.

writeasrayne

…. That is hardcore on a level I hardly knew existed.

emmersdrawberry

Thats a level of salty i can only pray I achieve

#this gives me life #I love it so

praial

Ethiopia: Acid lakes at the Dallol Volcano in Danakil Desert

spitandvinegar

If anyone ever accuses you of doing something “for attention,” simply gaze heroically into the middle distance and murmur, “like Lord Byron before me.”