don’t lose the notes:

#they always see ‘pixie’ and ‘dream’ and ‘girl’#but forget the terrible awesome driving power of ‘manic’

i must not afternoon nap. afternoon nap is the mind-killer. afternoon nap is the little death that brings total obliteration. i will face my afternoon sleepy tired and permit it to pass over and through me. and when it has gone i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the afternoon sleepy tired has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain

I MUST NOT AFTERNOON NAP. AFTERNOON NAP IS THE MIND KILLER

I love this meme because I think humans 10,000 years ago or 100,000 years ago would also like it

the heat of the fire draws air straight up from the center over the fire. This draws the air in from the sides in a circle around the fire creating an air current, which means air is being blown toward the fire from all sides. When you sit on one side of the fire, it blocks some of the air moving toward the fire from that side. Now there is more air being blown toward the fire from the side opposite you. This pushes the smoke your direction. When you move to the other side, it just makes the same thing happen over there. The smoke actually literally does follow you around no matter where you sit. Because physics.

in other words what you actually need at the fire is other people sitting around the fire with you to balance it out ;~;

«☼»Closer Nine Inch Nails Stimboard!

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Anyway I saw a TERF blog say "there are hardly any gay men on Tumblr, probably because men don't use the internet except to talk about video games and spread misogyny" djshdjdjdjddn

Feminism win!

I made another thing.

With apologies to Neil Gaiman.

No apologies needed.

Body horror is weird when you know a lot disabled people because some times people say body horror and it the most deep wrong dread scary things and some times people say body horror and it will be a normal human with the body type of my friend alex who has marfans and the walking pattern of my friend kahurangi who has cerebral palsy and the hands fingers of my friend marama who has a congenital limb difference and bad arthritis

When I was 8 years old my friend in my special ed class at school was diagnosed with brain cancer. She was 6 years old. She moved when she could with this slow drag shuffle because she couldn't really pick her limbs up. She lost control of her face and eyes and hated not being able to pick what she was looking at. She became skinny and shrivelled and wasted at the same time as she became bloated and swollen and uneven . I watched her lose the ability to walk and then to crawl and I watched her lose the ability to feed her self and then to un curl her hands at all. Toward the end she stopped speaking even though it was one of the ability she had left because she didn't have any thing she wanted to say any more. toward the end she looked scared all the time I remember it. She died 5 months after being diagnosed at age 7 . At her tangihanga I remember her mum breaking down and falling to hands and knees and then curling up into a ball face down crying on the harakeke mat in front of the coffin. It was the first time And only time I have ever seen an adult cry like that. It's been nine years there is a memorial stone with her name and a butterfly carving on it at the local park in the footpath. I remember how she walked and moved. I watch a horror movie and I see her

Your daily reminder that inaccessibility isn’t just a little bother to disabled people but is part of a violent ableist culture that bars disabled people from many parts of life and treats them as unimportant and unneeded

Accessibility should not be an afterthought, especially when it comes to radical events