1. phantomloveneverdies:

    Wherever this shadowed path might lead, we were both irrevocably committed to follow it to the end.

    (via missmusicaltheatre)


  2. congalineofdurin:





    On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.


    Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 


    Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

    My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 


    That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 


    ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.


    May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

    In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 


    Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

    As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 


    Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

    In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

    Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

    Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 


    YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

    But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 


    Edna refusing to go inside. 

    These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 


    For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

    Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 


    But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

    By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.


    She’s dead, too. Surprise.

    She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

    So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

    But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

    He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 


    So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

    Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

    I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.


    Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

    Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

    That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

    I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

    Thank you, 


    Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

    Twitter: @EisforEdna 

    This made me cry



    This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

    They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

    I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.


    (Source: , via jaceslittlegirl)


  3. "When a 16 year old girl in Ohio was filmed being raped by two boys at a party
    CNN reporters talked about how tragic it was
    because the rapists could have been star athletes
    Because God forbid we lose a future football star
    over something as silly as forcing oneself onto an unconscious girl
    You say that victims of sexual assault were asking for it
    But was that 8 year old girl asking for it
    When you told her you would give her a ride home?
    Did her overalls provoke you?
    Isn’t it awful we live in a world where 1 in 5 women
    Have been sexually assaulted
    But only 3% of rapists spend even a day in jail.
    That is rape culture.
    You say that a woman is “cold”
    Because she didn’t like him kissing her neck,
    but when he refused to stop
    it’s considered his “natural behavior”.
    That is rape culture.
    You say that men who are victims of rape are “weak”
    But tell that to former U.S. Marine
    James Landrith,
    Who was raped at the age of 19.
    That is rape culture.
    Thinking that sexual assault
    Against women is “the norm”,
    That is rape culture
    Rape culture is a Lawmaker from Maine
    Saying that if a woman has the right to abortion
    Then a man should have the right
    To use his superior strength
    To force himself on a woman
    It is the boys in my class laughing at this poem
    And the word “rape”
    Being their favorite joke.
    Rape culture is believing that a woman can’t become pregnant
    As a result of rape
    When actually 32,000 women in the U.S.
    Become pregnant from rape every year.
    So maybe we should stop saying
    “Boys will be boys”
    and “She was asking for it”
    And start teaching men and women
    To not rape."

    my protest poem for language arts 

    (inspired by this post by wearethefourthwave)

    (Source: diregays, via foster-the-vampire-victims)

  4. theywhisper-allforgiven:







    I love how the Addams Family has ZERO slut-shaming. Like… honey you can dance naked and enslave someone with your womanly charms if you want to, I don’t fucking care, but so help me you’re going to get a college education first.


    The Addamses are what every family should aspire to be like (you know; without the dismemberment and electric chairs as play time).  Honestly, have you ever seen more unconditionally loving and supportive parents than Gomez and Morticia?  And not just with the kids, but with each other.  I think what’s especially unique about them is how open they are with everything.  They don’t treat their children like children.  They treat them like they treat everyone else; direct, and to the point. 

    It’s creepy how many good examples of parenting and romantic relationships there is in these characters, especially considering they are supposed to be the antithesis of the stereotypical American nuclear family.

    bolded the coment ^ cause relevant!

    (Source: birlybir, via confessionsduringrehearsal)

  5. Christine spoke of an angel..

    (Source: bobbyfraser, via not-some-painting-in-my-head)


  6. "Theatre: where an hour can feel like 5 minutes or five minutes can feel like an hour."
  7. "If you’re cold and you’re lonely, you’ve got one nickel only; when you’re worn out and tired, when your heart is expired—oh lover, I’ll cover you."

    (Source: enjolrastic, via not-some-painting-in-my-head)


  8. cupcakeacorn:

    who wants to move to new york with me

    we can get a tiny shoe box apartment that’s too expensive

    explore the city daily

    become regulars at some coffee shop 

    have sleepovers in the living room

    marathon our favorite movies and tv shows

    sit together while we blog

    always order in because we’re too lazy to cook

    play board games

    and idk maybe we could get a cat or dog

    (Source: cupcakeacorn-archive, via not-some-painting-in-my-head)

  9. that-one-otter:

    Rent appreciation post.

    (via not-some-painting-in-my-head)


  10. drdavidbrinner:


    *whispers into the night* someone needs to write a fic where Cecil gets all sexually flustered by Carlos’ badboy behavior like eating toast, believing in mountains,and using pens


    (via bisexualerenjaeger)