The ones that love us never really leave us.

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.

THIS

When I was younger and researching the autism diagnosis criteria and symptoms, I thought “oh I couldn’t POSSIBLY be autistic.” Because when I read “takes everything literally” I thought it literally meant EVERYTHING and I was like “I don’t take EVERYTHING literally, just most things!” And I just realized the other day that it didn’t actually mean EVERYTHING and that was an overstatement.

Until yesterday I thought the same thing and ever since then I frequently remember things I took too literal. And what do you mean if someone says it's raining cats and dogs, you don't actually imagine that happening (while not forgetting what it actually means)?

Did you know that you can waste your free time by not knowing which activity to do so you do none of them

My love language is trying to get to know your past and upbringing to understand why you are the way you are and then later give you everything you need but never received from anyone else.

the pope can't stop saying faggot the president of the united states has dementia and is being maneuvered like a puppet the king of england is attempting to cure his cancer with coffee enemas. save for the few anachronisms this reads exactly like a medieval history paragraph