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A tongue of lava oozes out from beneath the recently cooled crust of a flow. The silica contained within, reflects the early morning sunlight, giving its surface a glassy sheen.
Photo and caption credit: Bruce Omori
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If anyone ever asks me to define love, I’m just going to show them this
kljshdksja actual bffs/otp <3__<3
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I’m so frustrated with people thinking it’s okay to move my wheelchair without permission.
If I’m not in the wheelchair, I guarantee that it’s strategically placed so that I’ll be able to get back to it, and you shouldn’t move it.
If I am in the wheelchair, moving it for any reason (out of the way, to get my attention, to use it to intimidate or bump into other people, or even just to have fun) is the same as grabbing an able-bodied person and shoving them around.
I’m not always opposed to other people moving my wheelchair. Sometimes it’s really in the way or there’s an actual need for someone to move me, like when we’re dancing. 99% of the time, though, if it needs to be moved, I can and should be the one moving it myself.
If it needs to be moved, just ask — but if I still say no, don’t do it anyway. That’s how people get punched by a cripple.
(via girl-in-a-wheelchair)
