Dear self: you need to work through this second sort of sad feelsy bit of the fic, then you can write the fluffy stuff.

Thank you.

[AGGRESSIVELY CARES FOR YOU FROM A DISTANCE BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER]

(Source: andyglassismymom, via iron-han)

shinga-tumblr:

mommy-cuteella:

Disability doesn’t mean “You cannot do X things”.  Maybe you can.  Maybe you can’t.  Maybe you can, weirdly.  Maybe you can, and you’re exhausted afterwards.  Maybe any combination thereof.  This probably won’t be consistent.  People aren’t consistent.

I feel like I should put this on a business card to hand to people that are SHOCKED AND AMAZED (and usually judgmental) when I stand up out of my wheelchair. :P

queendread:

I don’t understand the USA, all your roads are straight and all your cities look like they were planned using Excel.

Everyone knows the only way to build a city is to wait until a bunch of tiny villages merge together over centuries and create a sprawling clusterfuck of winding roads that make no sense and have no street signs and are impossible to navigate unless you’ve lived there all your life.

(via sweetlyfez)