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hehehehehe * sudden moment of clarity that straightens my spine * what is this. who am I. * the clarity fades * hehehehehehe

Direct byproduct of being neurodivergent and growing up isolated from your peergroup is having no idea when it's appropriate to define someone as your friend

Is this person I met yesterday my friend? What about this person I've been talking to every day for three months? What about this person I've known since middle school? Is friend a title I have to earn? What are the limits of friendship? Is it a static state, make-or-break, or is it some endless dance-dance-revolution style cavalcade of prompts and challenges and social cues I have to hit perfectly to keep it up? Does it bend? Does it break? I don't fucking know man I just work here.

i still remember when the dude doing my autism assessment asked me how many friends I had, and I was like "okay but how are we defining friendship?" and he just like, stared at me for a second and then wrote down some notes

@theonlytruepenut

was watching steven universe episodes with my brother and sometimes in scenes between steven and pearl the show really captures the feeling of being 10 and realizing your mom is insane

Hi I imagined someone misreading your post and falling to their death in an empty grain silo as a result, can you change the post to be about grain silo safety?

I love how Zohran Mamdani is wearing a suit everywhere. And if he has anything else he puts it ON TOP of the suit. A basketball jersey. A high-vis vest. All worn over the suit. He’s like the mayor character in a cartoon who’s always dressed as The Mayor. If I didn’t know who he was and he biked past me in NYC I’d be like holy shit was that the mayor

beach boys… city girls… mountain goats…

I can’t believe I’ve found this post after seeing it on Pinterest and it’s actually not from 2014 Tumblr.

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IT GOT BETTER

The RomCom Aunties!

when i was a kid i had moments of being so fucking diabolical because i realized at some point the best way to leverage power over my family was to do shit that would make everybody late

5th grade was the last time I wore a dress for school pictures. When my parents attempted to force the issue for 6th grade, I climbed onto our roof and pulled the ladder up after me. My dad borrowed the neighbors ladder. As soon as it touched the roof I pulled it up too. By the time I had 3 ladders they were willing to negotiate, and 2 hours late for work.

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How does the crows thing work? Do you transform into a bunch of crows and then they physically fly to the new location where they coalesce back into you? Or do they proceed to disappear in a puff of feathers and rematerialize at the new place?

this still applies yo

As someone who disassociates quite a lot, this is useful information