why is it so hard for able bodied people to believe that doctors are sometimes just incompetent? you realize doctors are people, right? people that can be bad at their job. that happens sometimes. they don't know everything because there's a piece of paper on their wall that says they're smart, actually. they can sometimes be wrong, actually. they can sometimes cut corners and take the easy way out, actually. they can sometimes hate their job and make that their patients problem, actually. doctors aren't all saints who do everything right the first time. please stop invalidating disabled people when they complain about their terrible treatment at the hands of medical professionals. please stop putting the feelings of doctors over the lives of their patients.
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Traced him, gonna do him in my own style soon
I forget badgers are real sometimes, like what do you mean those little guys are real ??? Stripes and all?
(photo off Pinterest)
this is a real little fella? I'm gonna draw him
Reblog for a larger sample size, if possible.
Dawg I genuinely barely woke up, and my uncle was breathing so loud and making so much noise I actually almost started crying. My misophonia hasn't bothered me like in so long, but he was breathing so loud I actually just couldn't take it. How can people breathe so loud and not be bothered. It was so bad. I tried covering my ears but my piercing started hurting, and I can't plug my ears because of my nails. He was just. Breathing. So loud. I had to put on my noise cancelling earbuds and start blaring music to escape the literal torture. I tried to get a grip on myself before that but I was just gripping my wrist really hard and painfully, which didn't help anything (unsurprisingly), so here we are. I wouldn't wish misophonia on anyone, except these loud ass people. Like what do you mean I want to hurt myself aggressively because he's breathing loudly. What do you mean that's what's so upsetting
I love having flags and labels that are so rarely known that oblivious homophobic people wouldn't even be able to tell that its what that is. I have a plastic egg painted with the aroace flag taht my grandmother (homophobic) has seen and not noticed, same for my qpr painted fake plant pot and power bank. I just got shoes this morning and painted them with the uranic oriented aroace flag and the pangender flag and she had no clue. Lesser known lablels can be an absolute pain sometimes, but they can also be absolutely wonderful. If you want to see the shoes lemme know
(The shoes)
Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.
reblog if your blog is a werewolf safe zone
I think I'm angelkin, and by “think” I mean I am, I'm just choosing to force myself into denial. I'm not pure, I'm not holy, I'm not sacred. I'm not pure white and beautiful, my back bleeds from where my wings were ripped, my purity torn from me, if I ever had it all. I'm not pure. I'm not pretty. I'm not holy. I'm not deserving enough of being an angel. I never was. I never will be. I can't be.