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nickfuckface:

people who are rude to their parents
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people who are rude to other people’s parents
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frlg:

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thanks

tommypickles:

scootco19:

We all await the day that we see this on our sheet music

soft moan through instrument if possible
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tommypickles:

scootco19:

We all await the day that we see this on our sheet music

soft moan through instrument if possible

jackknifechelicerae:

If I’ve learnt anything from my contact with the bdsm community, the poly community, the geek community and the atheist community is that any social group who claims to “not to be like other groups” and to be”accepting and safe for all” is going to spend a lot of energy hiding the predators within the community and silencing abuse survivors.

shodobear:

stunningpicture:

A grape, wearing a raspberry.

I am froot.
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shodobear:

stunningpicture:

A grape, wearing a raspberry.

I am froot.

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hawknerf:

kaneki and tsukiyama goin ham

fzur:

"i don’t support feminism because i don’t hate men"

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silversarcasm:

my very existence as a queer person is not ‘inappropriate’ for children thank you and goodnight

addisonisthebest:

dad: are u listening to gregorian chants

me: 

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thivus:

danbutt:

quality reporting

you can’t deny what they’re saying is true though
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thivus:

danbutt:

quality reporting

you can’t deny what they’re saying is true though

i can’t believe that tomorrow is the 1st of halloween

(Source: oikwa)

sublim-ature:

Madeira Island, PortugalFrancisco Gonçalves
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sublim-ature:

Madeira Island, Portugal
Francisco Gonçalves

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(Source: quiet-nymph)

andreashettle:

ragingpeacock:

Is funny when doctors and other peeps act like my problem is that I’m obsessed w/ my disability. Um no. You have it backwards. The problem is I HAVE to be cuz it is a constant problem.

I’m deaf. About 25 years ago, I was working for a little while as a classroom aide at a program that worked with deaf children with multiple disabilities. All the teachers and other classroom aides were hearing, but they all could sign.  Not at native signing level, but enough to carry on a basic conversation.

So, one evening, all us adults bring all the kids to a special one-night camping trip. All the kids are put to sleep, which frees up the adults to get into a circle and have some fun to ourselves for a while. People start talking, except they were forgetting to sign.  So I reminded them to please sign so I could understand them.  One of them told me that, no, they weren’t going to sign because this was our night to have fun and not have to think about communication.

So no one signed all night. They talked, they laughed, they had fun. I sat, feeling lost and cut off and betrayed. I remember wishing I had had the nerve to say, “No, what you mean is, you want a night in which everyone EXCEPT ME gets to not think about communication.”

I think sometimes when non-disabled people insist that we are too obsessed with our disability, what they REALLY mean is, “I wish you would stop reminding me that I have a shared responsibility as a fellow member of society to proactively ensure that we all have an opportunity to be engaged in society.  I wish you would just pretend to not have a disability so I can pretend that I don’t have to do anything to enable you to do the same things the rest of us are doing.”

The luxury of not needing to think about disability in a society that is designed to lock us on the cold outside is a non-disabled privilege. 

spagheteen:

i never run voluntarily so if u ever see me running you should start running too bc something is coming