Aww

When I say I am not waiting for revolution, I mean Im planting things secretly at bus stops, and shoveling snow out of the way of crosswalks. I mean it in a way where neighbors are stocking community fridges and harvesting in community gardens. Little libraries and strangers giving you shoes bc they couldnt return them. I mean ppl swapping stuff or loaning it out to neighbors theyve just met. I mean it in a way where a friend who can sew asks me to mend something and a week late brings me cookies as thanks. I mean it in the way a friend makes a playlist for you and it truly brighten your day. These tiny acts of defiance against cruelty and profit are their own  revolutions. And they catch like kindling, small going at first you might not even know that flames there. Than suddenly all at once catching, burning in the darkness of the night.

OMG I JUST REALISED PROPHECIES ARE SO POETIC AND ROUNDABOUT AND CONFUSING BECAUSE APOLLO MAKES THEM

THE GOD OF POETRY IS IN CHARGE OF PROPHECIES, OF COURSE THEY ARENT STRAIGHT TO THE POINT AHXHHSHWHD

shoutout to these stupid fucking promo pictures from tennant's doctor who cause they wanted cool action shots but the doctor never has any weapons so he's just stanced up like this all the time like he's about to grab ya

Am I really disabled or can I actually do things?

*shooting pain sent down into my limbs*

Oh. Right right ow ow okay I won't doubt you!

"I don't like old sci-fi shows, the special effects look too cheesy" you are incapable of joy. Go to the dungeon.

MY PAIN MAY BE CHRONIC BUT MY ASS IS ICONIC