emily, 23, ohio.
i have spina bifida and hydrocephalus. they're things i was born with them. google them; i'm lazy.
i'm an aspiring social worker. i want to be a rape crisis counselor with a focus on/specialty in human trafficking.
this blog may consist of: feminism, pretty things, bb!animalz, rants, disability/mental illness stuff, silly things that make me giggle, tree nuts. please contact your server if you have an allergy or sensitivity to tree nuts.
i'm pretty bad about tagging my shit, but i do have a neat page full of fashion/beauty inspiration under the tag #goals, some of my writing under the tag #prose, and an occasional selfie under the tag #self.
oh god so i’m on the board/committee/whatever for this upcoming project called sing! cincinnati and i was passing around our fb page so we could get our 200th like and the boy was our 200th like so my project manager made a post on the page like “THANK YOU [boy’s full name] FOR BEING OUR 200TH LIKE” and part of me IS SO EMBARRASSED AND WANTS TO HIDE IN A HOLE AND THE OTHER PART OF ME IS LIKE “omg aw”
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars :~)