im pinning this in hopes anon remembers to get groceries..

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Greetings, this is my pinned post for the blog. This will include generic info, my sideblogs, etc. It will be below the cut.

do you think they would find each other in any universe

I’m not salty anymore, I just want people to be aware, and I want people to no longer be hurt.

Okay I’m a little salty

you motherfuckers better be lifting with your legs and not your back

Because I never knew what that really meant until my back already hurt:

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burn out

Internet hugs for anyone else out there dealing with burn out or other mental and/or physical issues that make it hard to interact right now

this post is imbued with a magical energy. after you click keep reading you will have one hour of unrestricted productivity and creativity. it'll only work once though so use it wisely

We have to keep reblogging this so future historians will read it and puzzle endlessly over its meaning

The heavy implication that historical ‘abstract’ poetry that people have been analysing for ages without being able to conclude the meaning could have just been shitpost level in-jokes between poets is sending me.

blow my whistle baby whistle baby

Your curses shan’t affect me, my posts near ne’er leave the 100 range

oh we'll see about that..

Here before this post explodes

ID: an image of a 1980's style t-shirt that says "The past is dead" in vibrant letters. An anthropomorphic giraffe with a skateboard stands under the text and says "The world you were born into no longer exists". End ID

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Sorry I fell off the boat a little with these :’)

Anyway, pufferfish Shane per the suggestion of cyancybershocklife on Instagram because of his “prickly exterior”

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man im obsessed...😥

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just started to play the game and I'm already having a shane brainrot...

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he has such a way with words...

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Today I had the spoons to hunt down my neighborhood council's email and send them an email that basically said "I would like to be able to leave my house but my neighborhood is not wheelchair accessible. Who do I talk to in order to get this fixed?" And I am planning on hunting down whoever is in charge of sidewalks in my neighborhood and getting real annoying about it.

My plan is to email them every time I want to go somewhere but can't.

Email 1: hello, please fix sidewalks so I can ride the bus places I am very passionate about public transportation and also being able to leave my house.

Email 200: This morning I woke up and wanted some delicious coffee to start my day, but upon getting out of bed I discovered we were out of coffee. I would've liked to take advantage of the city's public transportation system in order to support a local business like [examples of local coffee shops] but alas I cannot because I am a wheelchair user and my neighborhood is not wheelchair accessible. [Insert rest of arguement RE accessibility]. In conclusion I don't work I can keep these emails coming until I die please just fix my sidewalks.

This is going to be my new spite hobby. I was already mad about the abuse and general shit hand the disabled get dealt in our culture but then I started using a wheelchair and places like doctor's offices have been inaccessible to me so now I am filled with rage. So I am going to take that rage and do something with it. Like emailing my city counsel representatives at 2 am like "I crave a moonlight walk fix my sidewalks please."

I encourage you to do this!

After the Americans with Disabilities Act passed in 1990, my grandma - who used an electric wheelchair, having survived both polio and getting hit really hard with post-polio syndrome - made a hobby of filing complaints against businesses that weren't accessible.

She also used to run over people with her chair if they were blocking ramps, but that's neither here nor there.

New cloneOC thought:

CT-5050 ,

name CHANCE

YOU

You're hired

Fast and loose and sketchy--just like these two

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