blackfemalepresident:

old ass ppl talk shit about my generation until they accidentally disable their wifi and cant figure out how to turn it back on

then im suddenly the mastermind of information & resources

(via a-dream-not-an-illusion)

 5695
26 Jul 14 at 11 am

down-on-e-street:

What’s your fondest memory of the Starship, Zeppelin’s private plane?

Robert Plant: Oral sex in turbulence.

why led zeppelin is awesome

(Source: dream7790, via a-change-of-heart-or-address)

TOO BAD I STILL CAN’T:

- BE WITHOUT MY HEARING AIDS AT WORK/SCHOOL

- FIND A JOB WHERE I DON’T HAVE TO WEAR HEARING AIDS

- FIND A JOB THAT ACCOMMODATES MY SEVERE SOCIAL ANXIETY 

- AFFORD AN INTERPRETER 

- AFFORD/GET ASSISTANCE FOR HEARING AIDS THAT ACTUALLY REQUIRE THE TECHNOLOGY I NEED

- NOT GET STARED AT, DISRESPECTED AND CONDESCENDED UPON DAILY BECAUSE I’M DEAF AND AUTISTIC

- HAVE ANYONE TAKE ANY OF MY PROBLEMS SERIOUSLY BECAUSE I’M AUTISTIC

- AND I CAN’T GET ANY ASSISTANCE IN ANY WAY BECAUSE APPARENTLY I’M NOT DISABLED ENOUGH AND MY FAMILY MAKES TOO MUCH MONEY, NOT ME

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 169
21 Jul 14 at 9 pm

youneedacat:

miramoo56:

om i’m not one to post emotional lovey dovey stuff but this is just tooooo beautiful 

Wow I like that one.

For screenreader users it’s a poem, not attributed to anyone:

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there.  I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

(via imnotevilimjustwrittenthatway)

youneedacat:

miramoo56:

om i’m not one to post emotional lovey dovey stuff but this is just tooooo beautiful 

Wow I like that one.
For screenreader users it’s a poem, not attributed to anyone:
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there.  I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
 96990
21 Jul 14 at 9 pm

(Source: animatedtext, via radkay)