battledad:

merryweatherblue:

I took my little brother (who falls on the autism spectrum) to see Guardians of the Galaxy and after this scene he lit up like a Christmas tree and screamed “He’s like me! He can’t do metaphors!” And for the rest of the film my brother stared at Drax in a state of rapture. 

So for the last 6 days I have heard my brother repeatedly quote all of the Drax lines from the movie verbatim (one of his talents), begin studying vocabulary test words, and tell everyone he knows that people with autism can also be superheroes.

Now I am not saying that Drax the Destroyer is, or was ever, intended to be autistic. All I am saying is that it warmed my heart to see my brother have an opportunity to identify himself with a character known for his strength, badassness, and honor. And that is pretty damn awesome. 

So while I adored Guardians of the Galaxy as a great fun loving film with cool characters I can do nothing but thank Marvel Studios and Dave Bautista for finally bringing a superhero to the screen that my little brother can relate to.

This rules.

Ask Andrew W.K.: My Dad Is a Right-Wing Asshole

edwardspoonhands:

This is not what you might expect. Andrew W.K is freaking awesome.

theyellowbrickroad:

the worst way for friendships to end is for literally nothing to go wrong, you just stop talking. they stop messaging you to see how youre doing and you get sick of being the first one to initiate conversation so you just let the friendship go and wonder how that person is doing and never hear from them again

Right this minute, there is someone going through chemotherapy shopping at your grocery store, buying popsicles and ice cream to help their sore mouth, and worrying what the cashier is going to think.

There is someone on hemodialysis buying white bread instead of whole wheat, trying to keep their phosphorus levels reasonable between appointments and hoping for the best.

There is a person attending intensive outpatient treatment for their eating disorder who has been challenged by their therapist to buy a Frappuccino.

There are dietitians picking up a dozen different candy bars to eat with their clients, who feel ashamed and guilty about enjoying them.

There is someone who just doesn’t have it in them to cook right now, and this frozen pizza and canned soup will keep them going.

There are people recovering from chronic dieting and semi-starvation who are buying chocolate and chips at their deprived body’s insistence.

All around us are people listening to what their bodies need and attempting to make the best possible choice within a context of overwhelming food pressure. All of their choices are valid, and every single one of these foods is “real.”

Michelle @ http://www.fatnutritionist.com (via onherplate)

wtf how is this on my dashboard and how does it have 20,000 notes? tumblr what the hell?

(via fatnutritionist)

it’s ‘cause you drop truth bombs so big nobody can ignore them.

(via notemily)

As a disabled person who doesn’t have the cognitive ability to cook for myself regularly, and needs to buy a lot of pre-made “junk” food just to sort of get by, and often goes hungry anyway- this means a lot to me.

(via lichgem)

I buy gum regularly with my EBT card.  I constantly wonder WTF the cashier is thinking of me.  Not that it should matter at all, but I’m on a feeding tube.  And I’m on meds that increase my appetite so much that I would swallow food if I didn’t chew gum.  If I were to swallow food, it would sit in my paralyzed stomach for however long (days, etc.) until the food and the extra buildup of bile and stuff from the food, went back into my lungs and gave me pneumonia and potentially killed me.   Gum also increases that risk, but it increases it much less, and prevents me from craving actual food.  But I have no means of explaining this when I pull out my EBT card to buy large quantities of gum at the corner store, on a regular basis.  So I’m sure they’re judging me.  Even though the gum is just as necessary as food is.

(via youneedacat)

wheezytumblr:

THIS IS WATER. An amazing speech from David Foster Wallace that I’ve only now discovered thanks to a commenter.