cripplepunk is about fuck you i exist and that being a radical act when disability brands you as a freakshow. no acceptability politics here

anyways, people aren’t offerings at bulk barn. you don’t get to pick and choose out only the convenient or useful or desirable bits. lmao

being “grotesque” due to disability and deemed “incompatible with polite society” is extremely ableist and contributes to their isolation

the inconvenient truth many people won’t admit about themselves is there are in fact people theyd prefer to kill themself than exist

like damn its wild when you realize how little insight youre given into peoples lives from a snapshot or two in the ether

longing to be like those social media-less internet presence lacking ghost in the machine people ive met who have zero traces online

washing and drying wavy hair is such a fucking ordeal

describing what im up to when it involves the terminal is very funny when yapping to a friend who is not at all tech inclined. me either bud

pulling focus on the big writing event and pbp ttrpg is probably for the best anyway. grad schools supposedly super grindy as is

anyways, putting the cripple in cripplepunk since 2000

absolutely diabolical how the suicide forum remains the most understanding place i've joined since my exodus from social media

(stamping ANGRY CRIPPLE across my forehead because apparently cripplepunk is not getting the memo across)

anyways RAWR is coming up and i’m hyped

sooooo that was a fucking bust

omg yayyyyy a friend is saving me mochi >:3

FML i binged again. like a thousand calories

low spoons bullshit version of okonomiyaki went hard

heavy ass rain

re-inventing yourself every couple of years is kind of exhausting, actually. being in your 20's sucks

smashed a black horse fly to fucking pulverized pieces with my notebook. Rage