They Removed Posting From Tumblr. Now There's Only Scrolling Down Through The Vast Blank Expanse. Great

I’m watching The Big Bang Theory in its natural setting—playing in the background of a hot spiral room—and I can say within that specific context, it is a very charming show. Like the saltine crackers of media.

a man self immolated in front of the israeli embassy in washington dc yesterday. not just any man. an active member of the us air force. he live streamed his death, and said that he refused to be complicit in a genocide any longer. he said that compared to what palestinians were facing every day, setting himself alight was nothing.

let me reiterate. an active duty air force member burned himself alive because he was so disgusted by what the us government was openly supporting. he live-streamed his own suicide, so the whole world could bear witness as a man in his military uniform set himself on fire to protest his government’s complicity in the horrors that we have all been forced to watch happen in real time. he became a new horror. footage of the immolation blurs him out the moment the fire catches, but you can hear him. it is over in seconds, really, but you can hear him screaming. he shouts “free palestine” until his body physically cannot make any sounds other than guttural screams of agony. and then he falls silent. a police officer arrives and points a gun at his still burning body, shouting at him to get down on the ground. and it is over.

his name was Aaron Bushnell. he was twenty five years old. and he isn’t here anymore because the political ruling class has decided that genocide is perfectly fine as long as it preserves imperialism. in the coming days, people will try to discredit him. to say that he was mentally unstable. they will try to bury his actions to save face and defend israel’s propaganda. do not let them. aaron knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing when he put on his military uniform, set up his twitch stream, and made his final walk up to the embassy. he knew what would happen to him when he flicked that lighter. do not let them forget. aaron’s blood is on the hands of the political ruling class.

People tell you this a lot when you’re disabled or when you’re dating a disabled person: “your partner should not be your caregiver.”

It makes sense and is good advice. If you are dependent on any one person for all your emotional and physical needs, it creates the potential for abuse. And there are times when you or your partner might be exhausted or need to unwind emotionally and can’t take on any more tasks, even caregiving tasks for someone you love.

But at the same time, caregiving is inherently going to be a part of any crip4crip relationship. I’m writing this while curled up on the bathroom floor. My girlfriend was the one who brought me my emergency medication and my water because I was too sick to get up, even though our plan was to chill and watch a movie. She’ll probably help me to my feet in a few minutes, once the medication’s kicked in, and will walk me back to the couch. Earlier tonight, I made her dinner, while she lay on a heat pad. This morning, I helped her braid her hair.

It isn’t rotten work by any means, but it is work. And this is the work that our bodies need. Either you can do it yourself or you can’t. And if you can’t, your loved ones can step in sometimes. It isn’t unhealthy or wrong to help each other

I've been in "chrysalis mode" working on various projects and i haven't had much to share recently - so lets look back at some older works!

I started working on moving toward freelancing in 2020 and since then I've made a lot of drawings I'm proud of. Here are some faves! Many are available as prints in my shop. :-)

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the first law of tragedies: the end is already written and inevitable. the second law of tragedies: your actions are all your own and you can choose to get off this ride whenever you want. the third law of tragedies: we both know that you are never going to do that.

sundays should be 48 hours long. 24 for enjoying sunday other 24 for mentally preparing for monday

My train was late. AGAIN.