I’m Sorry For Changing My Tumblr Theme Seven Times In The Past Two Days I Hate The Concept Of Living

You’re in her dms, I’m knee deep in the passenger seat. We are not the same

i am committed to TWO THINGS

FAGGING IT UP

THE BIT

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This is your daily reminder that you can’t be a fascist and punk. Now back to your regularly scheduled clownery.

FYI to my disabled homies, that public establishment is legally required to be accessible to you and your mobility aids if you use them!

I don’t actually care what the Claims Adjuster’s politics are. I don’t care if he’s a trump voter, I don’t care if he’s a Kamala voter, I don’t care if he’s never voted.

It is in the interests of the billionaires that we go back to being divided ASAP. But all of us have more in common with the shooter than the ceo. The war isn’t left vs. right, it’s rich vs. everyone

me when im a clown but i dont have enough money for my clown items

:o(

sorry mom, i got a small unpopular blog to run

going on pinterest to look for references is so dangerous. open the app and immediately distracted by blorbo pics

Shout out to the ten year old who just got diagnosed. Shout out to the housebound fourteen year old. Shout out to the eighteen year old who can’t go to the university they wanted. Shout out to the twenty two year old who can’t get a job. Shout out to the twenty six year old with a caretaker. Shout out to the thirty year old who can’t buy their own house.

Shout out to young disabled people. We exist.