99cent lipstick and sitting in front of the A/C is the only way I’m making it through this heat. the rest of the apartment is fucking 85 degrees. Cannot. Deal.
Disney Princesses Hijabified: Jasmine | Faineemae
This is the first installment of the Disney Princess series, every look will be “hijabi-fied” so everything you see will not show my hair. Please don’t remove my credit.
This feels really complicated in a really important way.
Have you thanked a homosexual for the 80’s today?
True story, this is AJ’s and my (me and AJ’s?)song. It played over and over again the weekend of our first date and is our official anthem.
Via ephemera and shit
*Angst angst angst I am really fucking sick and nobody takes it seriously whine whine complain*
I like how when my cat is chasing a moth/mosquito/whatever, she sometimes looks at me with distress in her eyes and loudly mews at me as if to say, “can’t you see I am fighting a WAR here? Where the hell is my backup?!?”
AJ’s totally amazing response to this picture: “She eats babies?!?”
My fiancé is amazing.
(Source: youngblackandvegan)
How to Write Your First Letter to Someone in Prison
“When someone hears their name called by a prison guard during mail call it can be a powerful reminder that people on the outside care about them, and it sends a message to guards and other inmates that this person has support and isn’t forgotten.”
Info and resources to help you take action and write to CeCe McDonald. Also an important reminder that CeCe is not alone, this article includes links to programs for writing other LGBT people that have been incarcerated.
I want to be a unicorn and a peacock and a mermaid and also be able to fly and everything would be iridescent.
“There is no cure” is one of the scariest things you can hear, I think. It’s like a punch in the stomach, even on pain-free days. The reminder that “chronic” basically means “forever” and that there’s a high chance that your most recent flare wasn’t your last flare.
I think this is what I’m really having a hard time with. It’s been a little over three years since I got really sick, and it’s starting to set in that this is not just a phase of my life, but possibly the reality of the rest of it. I thought I would have found a groove by now but it is still a daily struggle to make it work.
I still don’t really feel like I have a disability or can claim being disabled, but at the same time, my life is continually and pervasively limited because of my illness. What even are the parameters? Do I claim this for myself? Does it really change anything if I do?
I guess I just want some recognition and validation of the fact that yeah, sometimes my life is WAY harder than yours! I’m not whining for sympathy or to get your attention. I just want the hard work I do to be recognized just like everyone else’s, even though what I accomplish may be much more mundane.
