WHY DO THEY NOT TEACH THIS IN SCHOOL?!
this is probably the most useful post i’ve ever reblogged in my life
Average size mannequin with average size woman.
The problem, in one picture.
I never realized until seeing this picture that my interpretation of an average size woman has become REALLY SKEWED oh my god I wanna cry
Again, the fashion industry is a blight upon our world.
if you’re an ally you shouldn’t be in other people’s safe spaces you should be outside with a fucking sword protecting the vulnerable people you claim to be allies to
I think the thing people don’t realize with that bullshit “well not all guys are dangerous, you should give them a chance” or what the fuck ever is like
if i had a plate of cookies and i was like yeah, a few of them have laxatives in them and one’s got cyanide in there, BUT THEY’RE NOT ALL LIKE THAT
you’re probably not gonna take a fucking cookie
comic about how I’ve been feeling recently
I no longer remember really caring about stuff. Even gaming is less interesting than it was.
remember when these pieces of shit were everywhere and they were the best thing ever
and when you were too old to play with them you would just randomly move one when no one was looking
Help with child-minding.
There’s plenty of toys like that at the Mainly Music I’ve helped with for the past few years. And the children bring the toys to me some mornings.
i love this neat little ability that comes with the internet that you can choose a name for yourself, you can come up with any old nickname for yourself and it may or may not be a real name, you can be sam, milk-chan, 3000 watt ass thresher, anything you want and people will really accept it as your name in a way that doesnt happen as easily in the real world. i think its very cute
#i have been shinga since i was 12#thank you internet#i mean it this feels more like my real name than any nickname anyone else ever gave me
I’ve been avron everywhere I signed up online for nearly 15 years. The only places I’m not someone else got there first and so I added my birthdate to the username, or (like facebook) I use my “real” name. It has become a part of who I am.
you are in college
you are female
you have a pretty good idea of what you want to do with your life
you are short (under 5’4)
you text a lot
you are single
you like a lot of different kinds of music
you are close with your mom
you don’t have a job
you have a horrible fear of bees
you have quite a few guilty pleasures
you don’t have many scars
you stay up late (even when I have work the next morning I’m still up at 2300)
you dye your hair
you enjoy iced coffee
you drink occasionally
you like to shop
your grades are fairly good (some were)
you are lazy
you prefer facebook to myspace
you are paranoid
you have a dog
you would consider going to law school
you would consider plastic surgery of some kind
you are somewhat superstitious
your first name is short (4 letters or less)
you have/had a piercing other than ears
you are not very athletic
you watch a lot of television (35+ hours a week when I was 15, nothing now)
you read a lot (past tense)
you get nervous easily
you have blue eyes
you are disorganized
you feel that you are friendly (ha, ha ha ha)
you donate time or money to charitable organizations
you don’t hear very well
you are pale
you have a tumblr
people ask for your advice (I have one friend that talks about stuff with me)
you also ask for advice a lot
you like sushi
you’ve been out of the country
you have a food allergy
you sleep with a stuffed animal
summer is your favorite season
your birthday is in the spring
your parents are divorced
you have moved multiple times
people think you are funny
but you have a weird sense of humor
you carry a purse
you think a lot
you meditate (sometimes/often)
you seem shy, but only when you first meet someone
you like parties
something on your body hurts right now
you have a sensitive nose
you often have strange dreams (I don’t remember enough, but what I do remember is strange)
you are a bit on the hyper side
You know what having a mental disability is?
It’s never asking for accommodations you know you desperately need because you’ve been taught that you don’t deserve them.
It’s being afraid to say you can’t do something or tell someone that you need help because you know they’re just going to guilt you about how they thought you were “stronger than that” or “why can’t you get over it.”
It’s the fact that being seen as disabled is mutually exclusive from being seen as “functioning,” and if for one second you look like one, then obviously you can’t be the other.
It’s the fact that “functioning” for you is held up to the exact same standards as everyone else who isn’t disabled, and functioning any less than “highly” (perfectly) means you’re worthless and can’t be trusted to do anything right or well.
It’s the people who love you never, ever being able to grasp the fact that “irrational” or “all in your head” doesn’t change the fact that you experience what you experience and it fucking hurts.
It’s people telling you that you need to smile more, or speak up, or try harder because “everyone has bad days.”
It’s people saying things like “well at least you can walk” because physical disability is seen as more valid and real than your disability.
It’s also, at the same time, nobody saying you’re “brave” or “inspiring” for managing to do things outside of your limitations.
It’s being told you’re horribly selfish for being the way you are, and being expected to change that and never fight with it ever again.
It’s people you love honestly telling you that they’ve suffered too because of you, and it’s so difficult to deal with you, and you should be grateful they put up with it.
It’s being eyed in the hallway because you’ve been labeled “dangerous” even if you haven’t actually hurt anyone.
It’s being told you’re just “doing it for the attention,” and being told that needing attention is bad.
It’s being told in order to be good or valued that you need to somehow magically make yourself all better.
It’s relatives asking all the time if you’re “still” taking medication.
It’s people listening to neurotypical people more than they listen to you because everything you say is automatically discredited because you’re insane, or broken, or some other bullshit excuse for ignoring you.
It’s being told that it is impossible for you to know what’s best for you.
It’s never getting a “get well soon” card when you’re being treated because no one expects you to “get well,” or thinks there’s anything for you to get well from.
It’s having to repeatedly explain that there’s only so much you can do, and to please not push you, but no one listens.
It’s being reminded every day of your life that you are a weak, horrible, diseased thing, and that first and foremost your kind should be eradicated from the genome instead of treated.
It’s fighting with your insurance repeatedly over whether or not your condition is “legitimate” enough to be covered.
It’s hating yourself, and feeling like a burden, and being incredibly lonely, and being marginalized because there’s something wrong with you.
It’s looking in the media and seeing 9 out of 10 portrayals of someone with your condition being a manic, screaming, uncontrollable lunatic; or a drooling, childlike, oblivious dullard; or any combination thereof. (What I’m saying is, negatively stereotyped all to hell. And if they’re not a bloodthirsty villain, they’re a plot bus.)
It’s probably having multiple slurs against yourself solidly ingrained in your own vocabulary.
It’s having hordes of people question or genuinely outright not believe your disability even exists.
It’s your employer or school never accepting your sick days because you aren’t really “sick.”
It’s syrupy fountains of superficial pity being poured over you whenever it’s convenient.
It’s having your condition romanticized and glorified to the point where everyone is surprised and disappointed to find out that in real life it’s ugly, and messy, and makes you absolutely miserable.
It’s getting fired for all of the above, even if you’ve never made a mistake any worse than your abled coworkers.
It’s wondering every fucking day what you did to deserve this.
That’s what it’s like.