not 2 ruin anyoneโ€™s day but

zagreus:

trans-chandra:

zagreus:

trans-chandra:

zagreus:

skeletons canโ€™t walk around, no fucking muscles or tendons, fool

itโ€™s magic

who said that

me

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[caption: a skeleton in a cheap brown wig sits at a computer desk and is turning around in a big swivel chair to face the viewer. There’s a very prominent shutterstock watermark]

hey i donโ€™t talk about being chronically ill on this blog much anymore and. iโ€™m not going to start lmao this is the part of my life that iโ€™m the absolute fucking furthest from accepting. self love is fucking miles away. i struggle to talk to other disabled people about this a lot and a lot of it is that i have no way to reconcile things like the social model of disability and other positivity stuff with the fact that my body and mind are both fucking prisons

my disability is on my dating profiles and i keep getting absolutely gorgeous queer disabled people messaging me and being sweet but they say shit like,ย โ€œhey we should get together and talk about being sick sometime!โ€ and i want to say Thanks! Youโ€™re gorgeous and wonderful but iโ€™d rather be shot in the tits than talk about this with another human being! but thanks!