you are still a good person. probably.

life would be sooo good without my curse

you are not less important as a person because you can’t work

you are not less important as a person if you don’t contribute to society in the “traditional” way this capitalist society expects you to

the system is built against us. the system wants us dead. the system says we aren’t worthy.

but disabled lives are worthy

we are worthy of being loved and cherished, we are worthy of assistance and accessibility and we deserve it.

— Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo (via hplyrikz)

I think, I think one of the worst things about realizing you’ve been abused is the actual realization. Slowly learning what’s normal and what isn’t. Having it smack you in the face that “oh god that wasn’t normal that’s not normal all” and it’s just this horrifying realization

And it gets worse. You remember more trauma. You remember more of the hell they put you through. You wonder how they still think they did nothing wrong?

You doubt. You refuse to doubt. You panic. You become this mess of “is this real” and “I know this is real” and “I don’t want this to be real”

me: *doin anything at all* me: is this okay??? can i do this?? like that?? is it okay to do this like that?? am i doing this right???????

you’re really cute and its ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time