Reblogging with a link to the artist, Emily K., who's based in Philly and is firmly anti-AI! You can print this piece (and some others) for free for use at protests and such!
Even if you were a difficult child, you didn't deserve to be hurt.
I hope this message reaches all the neurodiverse and disabled people who were made to feel like their abuse was justified because they had "behaviors".
While this message is true for every child, you are who I had in mind when I wrote it.
Omnibus brevis ultima multis, Photoshop illustration by Vincenzo Lamolinara
Hey guys I made a pride flag for when your gender is nobody else's fucking business! Check it out!
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I wanna formally thank @theunsubtleknife for the ID, because I spent a good thirty seconds waiting for this to load before sulkily scrolling on, thinking I would have to refresh my feed.
The tumpet 🎺
It's Tumpet Tuesday. Bwaaa.
“My husband plays the trumpet, which is a sort of loud pretzel originally invented to blow down the walls of fucking Jericho and, later, to let Civil War soldiers know it was time to kill each other in a river while you chilled eating pigeon in your officer's tent twenty miles away, yet somehow, in modern times, it has become socially acceptable to toot the bad cone inside your house before 10:00 a.m. because it's "your job" and your wife should "get up." What a world! If one was feeling uncharitable, one might describe the trumpet as a machine where you put in compressed air and divorce comes out, but despite this— despite operating a piece of biblical demolition equipment inside the home every bright, cold morning of his wife's one and only life—the trumpet is not the most annoying thing about my husband.”
- Lindy west; the witches are coming




