Theres Something About Being Disabled And Needing To Sit Down Constantly In Public Spaces That Makes

theres something about being disabled and needing to sit down constantly in public spaces that makes you notice how often benches are put up as tributes and memorials. and before i hit an age where i really started to need them as frequently i think i never fully understood the sentiment but now its become very endearing to me. a bit of relief and care for you in the name of someone who offered us the same… i dont think i had a point with this post but i hope everyone thats been memorialized as such knows how loved they were to become synonymous with respite even to total strangers

me hallucinating i’m on shark tank after 600mg of DPH

black turtleneck guy: our company was founded on one simple principle—that God is a living creature and can be killed

shark tank guy: what’s the over-under on product parity?

catholic priest (watching this afterwards on a vtuber reaction video): *pauses, points at screen* that right there might be heretical

nematode worm: *caresses my brainstem*

nematode worm’s guardian angel: this one’s a thinker

she’s got a dick like an icepick, and by the gods.

i’m in need of a lobotomy.

my bio mom is in the kitchen signing a card for her mom and i’m saying happy mother’s day to trans girls on the internet

i didn’t get her anything, not even a card

they’re better mothers than she could have ever been

people who don’t believe in endogenic systems are so fucking arrogant. “I’m the expert of YOUR experience, and I don’t think you’re really experiencing what you say you are.” as if you are the sole true understander of cognition and everyone else is just making it up

it is so ironic that there are people who will take posts made by endogenic systems that are spreading positive messages and repost the exact same post but add ‘endos fuck off’ to the tags.

‘if you tell me youre a system i will believe you, unless youre a gross endogenic system in which case i hate you.’ my brother in christ how do you NOT see the irony.