do ill

ill try to be as clear as possible

@ all the people who openly feel the need to come onto posts having to do with disability issues and disability positivity and try to make it about everyone, a word of advice for you.

dont.

if a post is saying “i want disabled people to know their struggles are valid”, dont try to derail that by saying “oh well, remember to let everyone know their struggles are valid!!1”

or if it says “dont do this to disabled people, its fucking wrong man, dont” and your first thought is to say “oh well, they should know not to do this to anyone!! not just disabled people!!”,

stop.

like, those posts arent saying that it only specifically happens to disabled people, its saying “this post is for disabled people, so they know they matter too, because they arent usually included in that ‘everyone’ ”

like, if its a post specifically for disabled people and talking about disabled people, dont make it about something other than disabled people, dont try to add abled people in there, just let disabled people have a fucking post about them.

like ive seen this happen on so many posts, its happened on my posts both from my old blog and this blog, and its annoying af my guys knock that off.

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  • JAXON: 2425 East 30th St. tonight at 10pm, feat. eva and cassidy with minimal clothing. hot, right?
  • JAXON: i'd prefer attendants with a level of relevancy but i'm going to be too far gone to notice.
  • JAXON: and you're going to get wet and covered in paint, so fussy bitches need not attend. see you there. 💋

Me trying to figure out if this is a coincidence or my prompt was no joke reposted without crediting me;

I’m not even mad, I’m just astonished I’m recognized enough to get stolen from, I love you guys.

‘Listen to me,’ cried Syme with extraordinary emphasis. 'Shall I tell you the secret of the whole world? It is that we have only known the back of the world. We see everything from behind, and it looks brutal. That is not a tree, but the back if a tree. That is not a cloud, but the back of a cloud. Cannot you see that everything is stooping and hiding a face? If we could only get around in front -’
—  The Man Who Was Thursday, GK Chesterton

My self-esteem re:my looks/my face took such a fucking hit over the last year and I’m still in the process of recovering tbh.

I haven’t felt this uncomfortable in my body since my early teens which is depressing af but I’m doing everything I can to get my confidence back up.

I really feel like no one understands sometimes and I struggle with feeling like shit and then feeling guilty and irritated for caring in the first place.

I just want to feel like Yasmin again, I guess…