georgian buildings, 18th century oil paintings, bikes with baskets, going to bakeries at 9am, 30 year old leather oxfords, new sketchbooks and watercolour paints, violins, organs, flutes, century old sheet music, concert halls, marble fireplaces, warm rooms, coffee shops at 5pm, oak furniture, and fabric bookmarks, rb if u agree
To go with Adrian’s fucking amazing Brekker photos, here is me as everyone’s favourite heartrending waffle eating Grisha babe, Nina Zenik. I love her so much
does anyone else understand the very specific emotion that is just….. Lord of the Rings ?? like.. do you ever just think about it or imagine reading the books or something, and you just feel it… idk what else to call it other than the LotR emotion…
you need to give yourself permission to be happy now. not when you lost weight, not when you found your soulmate, not when you have more money. we seek excitement from future events, but once those goals are met, the temporary pleasures will pass and they will be replaced by the next fantasy. devote your full attention to your inner self and appreciate being in the moment. happiness is never external, but a way of living and appreciating life. it’s not reality, just the way you perceive it. so go and shift your focus from the outcome to watching yourself grow.
Watching people… use their mental health… get out of/ away with things… makes me so..
“You’re not supposed to say anything negative about me/tell me the truth/disagree with me because I’m mentally ill and it’s not right. You’re supposed to be on my side always and if you dare be against me you don’t care about mental health!”
My art teacher in grade 8 had ADHD and was Bipolar on top of that and on the first day of class the first thing he told us was that sometimes he would yell at us without really meaning to. And he told us that if it ever happened to call him out because his mental illness didn’t give him the excuse to treat us like shit.
Mental health issues (as well as some other disabilities) EXPLAIN your behavior, but it doesn’t EXCUSE your behavior.
As my brother once said, “mental illness doesn’t excuse you being a dick”
You’re not a real gamer unless you’ve wasted countless hours of your life purposefully walking in the wrong direction to make sure you’re not missing any content
My favorite thing about the new year is that everyone has entered 2019 ready to start swinging at the first thing that moves. We’re all out here, not taking any shit, ready to fight, beautiful
It’s like none of this “have a good year!” Shit, everyone is just like “you better make it a good year or else” and honestly that’s powerful. We’re all really out here ready to punch 2019 in the throat, iconic
This graffiti appeared overnight at 5 different job centres in Birmingham.
It’s referencing the increasingly harsh benefit sanctions in the UK which are punishing disabled people in particular.
Claimants who cannot work due to severe disabilities or chronic illnesses are being categorised as “fit to work” in order to meet targets and are not being given enough money to survive.
The majority of people who legally challenge their benefits sanctions or ‘fit to work’ decision have them overturned, but only after months without the money they need.
Estimates generally put the number of people who have died in the last few years directly due to benefit sanctions in the thousands. These include people who have died of starvation, exposure, because they couldn’t afford electricity to keep their insulin cold, or because they couldn’t afford treatment, among other things.
The DWP has even sent letters to people declaring them fit to work when in fact they have already died from their illness.
Fuck the DWP and job centres.
Good job, whoever painted these!
how broken this murderous system can be summed up very neatly:
an NHS doctor with access to comprehensive medical records of every major diagnosis and every treatment you’ve ever had can examine you, in private, in as much comfort as is possible in your condition, and categorically declare you “unfit for work”. they sign you off work and give you a certificate to prove how sick you are.
then the dwp forces you to be assessed by their privately contracted company, where you have to take all your own medical info - a lot that isn’t accessible to you. before your appointment you wait in a grey room without windows or even waiting room magazines. their assessor - not a doctor a lot of the time - rushes your appointment, looks at where a doctor has signed you off, and clicks a button that says “fit for work”. you’re a number in a system designed to trip you at every turn.
make no mistake, this is state sanctioned murder, but because you diy it - by dying of starvation or exposure or suicide - it’s not their fault, and the nauseating apathy of the press just makes it an even more bitter pill to swallow.
There is an ocean of blood on their hands, and it is long past time for them to be held accountable for that.
