DO NOT MOVE MY WHEELCHAIR WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. IT IS AN EXTENSION OF MY BODY. YOU WOULDN’T MOVE SOMEONE’S LEG OUT OF THE WAY. SO DON’T MOVE MY MOBILITY AID. JUST DON’T DO IT. IF YOU DO THIS, I WILL RUN OVER YOUR TOES.
Fun fact! The toilets in King’s College Cambridge where these were taken are no longer gendered – they’re labelled “cubicles” and “cubicles and urinals”. I’m not sure how long they’ve been like that, but they definitely said “ladies” and “gentlemen” when I was in first year, so it’s nice that things are changing.
I don’t give a single solitary fuck if you get “fatigued” when you get off work and go party. I give zero shits that you dont eat well or enough and it causes you to not feel your greatest. How dare you relate that to what I’m going through.
I could do everything “right” and still be in utter pain and exhaustion.
It’s like walking up to an amputee and being like “Man I hear thatttt. This cut on my arm kills. Life man. Sucks right?????”
YOU MADE A LIFE STYLE CHOICE. I DON’T HAVE A CHOICE IN THIS BUT I CAN TELL YOU IF I HAD THE GRIP AND STRENGTH I WOULD GIVE YOU A MEDICAL PROBLEM WITH MY CANE TO FUCKING DEAL WITH IF YOU WANT ONE SO BAD TO RELATE SO BADDDDDDDDDDDDDD.
Appreciation post for the perfect man who organized the biggest concert ever - Live Aid and fed thousands of African children, who led an amazing punk/new wave band The Boomtown Rats, who adopted a child of his cheating wife after she died from overdose, who shaved his eyebrows for a Pink Floyd movie, who reunited Pink Floyd in 2005, who lost his wife, daughter, mother and father - Bob Geldof.
[Image description: Photo of chronicallybadass from the neck down to mid chest. She is wearing a black tank top blouse with white cat heads all over it. On top of the blouse she is wearing a black cardigan that has a faux diamond cat broach on it. Leaning on her shoulder is her mint green cane that has a cat pattern on it as well.]