I love it when literature touches me, when it reaches my bones. It doesn’t matter if it’s in a pleasurable way or a horrifying way, either way it’s satisfying.
oikawa: “you disrespect me, you disrespect my family *points at the rest of seijoh* you call us stinky poopy babies, you punch my wife *points at iwaizumi* you kicked my baby *points at kindaichi* YOU KICKED MY FUCKIN BABY *points at kunimi* you ate our dog *points at kyōtani* you ate our house *points at makki*”
please respect people who are mentally ill and disabled who cannot work. please respect people who look like they’re just relaxing all day when really they’re waging an internal war just to stay alive or fight their pain. please respect people who could not finish school, people who had big plans and could not see them through because of disability. people who look from the outside like they’ve “given up” or “aren’t doing anything.” people who are hospitalized repeatedly or permanently, and people who are grown adults who are still dependent on others. please respect disabled and mentally ill people.
this is not a polite suggestion, by the way. it’s an angry demand. we are people, and we deserve the same respect as anyone else.
ALT
