Six months since I’ve began using a cane and been officially seen as disabled and I’ve never been filled with so much RAGE. EVERYTHING’S WRONG AND FUCKED AND NO ONE CARES ABOUT IT. FUCK.

Just found out you can see which email address was used to write a word doc and I want to die. Thankfully I used my safe fake name and not my FAKE fake name, or else my friend could find my tumblr and my ao3 account and all of my internet personality and I don’t wanna think about what I would have to do if that happened.

Apparently the Venn diagram between tumblr users and aro/ace people is a fucking circle

“I just don’t wanna get limited to a walking cane, you know”

Says the guy who absolutely needs a mobility aid, to the girl who uses a walking cane every. single. day.

Always thinking about how unloved 13-year-old me felt, not knowing her future version would hold so much love for that girl that she would wish to go back in time just to hold her closer.

Maybe the real accessibility was the kind staff we met along the way

There’s something so bitter about being a bookworm in a reading slump.

Here’s my hobby, my favorite thing to do in the world, my main personality trait. And I still love it. I still want it.

But I

Just

Can’t

A little detail I love about Past Shauna is how she bonds with Javi. It’s so subtle, but she’s always close to him, making sure he’s alright. It shows a maternal instinct from the beginning, and only makes it worse that she was the one to cut him open in the end.

I’m so sick of healthy, abled-bodied people acting all surprised when they learn how strict my routine is. “Oh I could never do that, I don’t have that much willpower haha.” It’s not willpower bitch, it’s fear!!!!! If you had real-life, painful, immediate consequences for your bad decision you would be running to get in line too!