i got these knockoff boots online and instead of the brand name on the tag they have the name of an apparently nonexistent martin scorsese movie??? what the fuck
How the fuck does his have less than 200k after setting the internet on fire for months
We talk about how hard it is for disabled people to get jobs, but I feel like we never talk about how hard it is for disabled people to KEEP jobs. To everyone who gets burned out after a few weeks or months. To everyone whose progressing disabilities make them quit jobs. To those facing discrimination and getting fired because their disabilities interfere with their work. To everyone who gets a job and then realizes they cannot handle the responsibilities. To everyone who cannot get accommodations and are pushed out of jobs for arbitrary reasons. I see you. I’ve been you, a lot. I love you. We deserve better accommodations and we deserve to live full lives without working if we need or want to.
when you’re reading a fic that mentions a car and you have to take a second to
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ok immediately after posting this i realized that the overlap between fanfic reader and carguy is me and probably two other dykes so maybe my experiences are not universal
“is this post about —” this post is about jason todd’s red lamborghini and this post is about po kung fu panda’s honda civic and above all else this post is about whatever car your fictional man of choice would not fucking drive. please continue to talk about them in the tags this is enrichment to me.
so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone’s blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it’s just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else’s apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch
reblog if i can wander into your apartment (blog) and make myself lunch (like and reblog as if it’s my dash)
“What’s in my purse” style video except it’s “what’s in the pockets of my cargo pants”
Keys (half of which I cannot use), box cutter, a piece of obsidian, price tag for reuseable water balloons, unidentified cool red rock that I found, more keys-
it’s always funny when someone comments on eurodance like “why don’t they make music like this anymore” because they DO and it’s one of the most creatively stagnant genres on earth (spoken with love in my heart for it)
all you need to make eurodance is one female vocalist (mediocre-to-incredible), one male vocalist who Cannot sing but can say shit like “I’m a sex king man with a party plan / international nation hand in hand” in a deep voice, and an apartment somewhere in italy
I only just fucking put together why this post started getting notes again
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