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Underwater sculpture, CHRIST OF THE ABYSS. Located at San Fruttuoso, Liguria, Italy. By Guido Galletti.

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Humpback Whale (Megaptera novaeangliae)

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Sea turtle | David Troeger

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When I call myself "disabled" I am not being self-defeating. I am not putting myself down. I am not insulting myself.

I am describing the way I function in the world. I am giving you a neutral statement about my abilities.

It is like saying "I cannot fly" or "I am not an astronaut."

Do not tell me I am not disabled as if you are complimenting me. Telling me you do not recognize my abilities and limitations is not a compliment.

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“I withdraw from people and places from time to time. I need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouths that talk too much, and never have anything to say.”

— Kaitlin Foster (via resqectable)

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Polyamory

Reblog if you’re polyamorous/open to polyamory in the future/in a polycule or open to one/interested in polyamory I want to see how many of us there are

And like if you think polyamory is okay, can be healthy, and doesn’t “go against human nature”

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Reminder that Stonewall wasn’t about marriage equality. Stonewall was about police brutality. It was about systemic abuse and subordination. Stonewall was spearheaded by black trans women. As we celebrate Pride 2020, within the context of the Black Lives Matter riots, it’s imperative that we remember that.

Riots in protest of police brutality are the reason that we have more rights today. Do not forget your roots.

You can’t celebrate Pride while simultaneously condemning the Black Lives Matter riots and protests that are happening right now. Know your history.

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tristan elwell

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"I could never cope being disabled! How do you manage?"

"Well it's manage or die, sooooooo..."

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“Untitled“ by | Charly Savely

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Days of blue and brown 📜

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focus on the things that you can do. it’s very common for us to dwell on who we aren’t and what we can’t do in times of struggle and doubt but this only brings us further down into darkness. when you are struggling and your mind is clouded with the darkness of doubt try to remember all the things you love about yourself. the gifts you have. your light. take those things an use them to turn your day around. accept that you were doubtful and then accept that that can be changed.

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Growth is admitting I too possess toxic qualities & carry unhealed traumas I need to work on

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you’ve heard of existential dread and existential horror, now get ready for existential peace, which is that feeling when you stare up at the nightsky and think, “huh. i exist. that’s pretty neat.”

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There are some things about myself I can't explain to anyone. There are some things I don't understand at all.

— Haruki Murakami

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April 3, 2020

Daemon Past Life...

There is a possibility that I may have a past life as a daemon from the His Dark Materials series. From what I've gathered over the years through memories, dreams, feelings and shifts, I was a dog daemon, possibly a doberman or german shepherd - but as they were in the early 1900's rather than the current standard - to a man who I have only been able to describe as a Russian soldier.

I have gotten the feeling that I was also male, which is rare in that world, but I'm almost sure I've had memories where I was female. We were very close, he and I loved each other very much, because I sometimes feel this intense, excruciating pain that comes from separation. I remember the feeling of walking on my paws, trotting next to my human counterpart. I remember a village market with a woman and her big cat daemon, walking past. I remember the way my man held his gun, the barrel on his left. I remember our death. Either meeting other soldiers or busting criminals, I don't know which because I can't remember what they were wearing. We were alone and there was a round table filled with other men and their daemons. My man lifted his gun and I crouched, growling... and then that memory just ends. And now.. every now and then... there are moments I feel my heart filled with such an aching I could die in this life.

I started noticing these feelings when, back in middle school, I and a friend of mine would pretend that I was her daemon. It was as if a spell had been lifted and suddenly the memory of really being a daemon flooded back in the form of emotion. And it's only developed since. I haven't had as many experiences of this possible past life recently, but I'm pretty sure it's because of current life issues. This is all just speculation anyway as I don't have much other proof that these memories actually happened. I'm wondering how I can maybe increase memory recollection or shifts of this possible past life? I'd love to understand if this could be another reason why my own daemon and I are so bonded.