I DREW A THING TO SUM UP MY FEELS
Spoonies go hard or we don’t go at all. Because going IS hard, okay?
[Pictured: me, my cane, my meds, my TENS unit, my heating pad, one blood draw bandage out of probably twenty, and my CPAP mask. Not pictured: lost wages, lost work, lower quality of living, and what it feels like to wake up tireder than you were when you went to bed.]
[Be cool, don’t remove text.]
I like to think that Howl and Calcifer just sat down and had tea and a chat once in a while. You would too if your fireplace were a sentient fire demon. It’s one of the perks.
(Super late submission to ghibli jam, which I only found out about at 10PM last night (!) Process on twitter soon.)
Don’t let the media warp your perception of beauty. Beauty is pizza.
god who fucking cares. who fucking cares. who fucking cares. everyone stop being offended and mad over the smallest shit ever. ask urself who the fuck fucking cares