Following up a stale ass cigarette with a joint was a really bad idea for my weak lungs. I have also eaten far too much tonight, pizza is death (tasty, tasty death). In other news: Lajos is happy as fuck, for real. If not just a bit tired. I hope everyone had a great weekend and stuff, it was good seeing a lot of lovely faces! Excuse me while I collapse in a heap and watch anime ‘til I pass out.
Anonymous said: You are loved. By a lot of people, too. Don't forget that sweet pea :)
This means a lot, I try my best to remember that. Thank you friend. :)
We are used to ignoring our own bodies. “These carrots are too spicy” we complained as a child, only to be told no, they were sweet, that the music wasn’t too loud, nobody can hear lights, what you are experiencing is invalid. We heard: you are invalid. You do not experience the world the same way as everyone else, and therefore, your experience is wrong. You learn to ignore the ever-present pain because nothing can be done about it, but then you have a kidney infection and others get mad at you for not noticing sooner. But why should you trust your body when it is always wrong? “Scarred,” by Kate at Thinking Autism (via disabilityhistory)
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