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

i should be naked with my lover not whatever this is

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.

Constantly in awe at what people can survive and how they can be so nice even after all that

when someone does this to me they get a Telltale Games popup [Sp00kyButch will remember this.] and they permanently lose access to some of my story choices

Me when my able-bodied friends walk too fast

every day I'm clocking in for my shift at the not making sense factory . we don't know what we're making only that it's not sense.