Being called “my love” is so fucking cute it melts my heart

take me to art museums and make out with me

But they said to not touch the masterpieces

Well somebody’s gotta pin the artwork to the wall

This is Johnson, those idiots are fucking in the east wing again.

Blind people must save a lot on electricity.

They do actually!

I had a blind professor, last semester, and I swung through his office to make up an exam. It was a while before I knew he was in there because he was sitting with the lights off. I finally went in, apologized, and took the exam by the light of a nearby window (which was fine). Forty-five minutes into dead silence he panicked and yelled in this booming voiced, “WAIT, YOU CAN SEE!!!” before diving across his desk to turn on the lights. I’m sure he was embarrassed but I thought it was endearing and it highlighted a large aspect of disabled life that I hadn’t previously considered.

Sort of relatedly I once had professor who was deaf, but she had learned to read lips and speak so she could communicate easily with hearing people who didn’t know sign language. One day she had gotten off topic and was talking a little about her personal life, so that one of the students said “Oh, I know, I grew up in Brooklyn too.” 

She stared at him for a long time and then said “How do you know I’m from Brooklyn?”

And he said “You have a Brooklyn accent.”

She said “I do?” and the whole class nodded, and then she burst out laughing and said “I had no idea!  The school where I learned to speak was in Brooklyn.  I learned by moving my mouth and tongue the way my teachers did.  So I guess it makes sense that I have their accent, I just never thought about it.”

My moms a sign language interpreter, and she’s signed with people from all over the US. According to her, when she signs with people from the south they sign with a “drawl.” They have slower hand movements and exaggerate certain parts of the sign. People from the Midwest sign very fast and people from the south sign very slow.

So we were at a restaurant once and my mom started interpreting for someone who was trying to order and she was like “oh you’re from the south!”

And they were like “how did you know that?”

And she said “you sign with a drawl.” And they were really surprised that it came through that much.

It’s really interesting that even when not speaking verbally accents and heritage come through.

Humans are so fucking fascinating

Huh... Learnt something new and wholesome today!

Sex is cool, but 2am nights where you are cuddled just talking, laughing, appreciating and getting to know each other on a deeper level is the best shit ever>>>

via radiantsomatics

love gets lighter when you realize it's every where, especially in the little details

the person you can spend endless hours with and still never get tired of >>>

Ditto sweetness!!

I know it’s probably a hard liquor or something (please do not drink & wield an axe!!!), but my brain is INSISTING she’s drinking 100% Pure Grate AA Light Amber Canadian Maple Syrup.

It is definitely a syrup bottle (it has the tiny handle), so she may in fact be drinking maple syrup. 😊

That absolutely says maple syrup

Canadian Popeye

Nicole Coenen, lesbian lumberjill thirst trapper

In 1944 a kitten named George (short for General Electric) was saved from drowning by a U.S. Navy crew member. George was then photographed and given a liberty card and detailed health record. Source.

There's too much going on here

awwwwwwwww

Guys!!!! My 2.5 y.o step-son saw me put on my glasses today (wore them loads of times in front of him) and lit up, going "you're so pretty, Shona". My heart!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

It was so cute!!

Cute??? It was the highlight of my week!!!!

i want the small but significant things. the goodbye and hello kisses, knowing how they like their tea/ coffee, taking care of them when they’re sick, „i got that thing you mentioned“, falling asleep in each other’s arms and them being the first thing you see when you wake up, lazily making out, being a shoulder to cry on, cooking together and for each other, making memories together … sharing our lives until we can’t tell where one ends and the other begins

talk to me about your soul

tell me about your heart

tell me about your weaknesses so we can grow together