Soooooooooo…. I left him my number yesterday… wrote it on a cup lid that I put on his cup… he didn’t text until today… asked who it was… and for once I didn’t chicken out and told him it was me. And so far so good? He seemed fine with it when we passed each other as I was leaving.
rb if you, like me, are the rare breed of internet user who always closes browser tabs that you dont need. like sorry your computer runs like shit maybe its because you have 50 fucking tabs open, cant relate
“Sweet Dreams explores the intricacies of everyday ableism and everyday ableist comments. Some of the comments recount dialogue said to the artist. Other phrases were submitted by other disabled and/or chronically ill individuals as documentation of comments that have been said to them. Through using recognizable objects associated with disability in correlation with playful colors, Sweet Dreams aims to reclaim objects commonly associated with pain and disrupt the narrative on what it means to be disabled.”
Employees of Ecology and Environment, Inc. play volleyball at a training course in Atlanta. The game helps them get used to the cumbersome garments, worn in the cleanup of toxic waste.
